Fleeting Moments

Artist: Auguste Rodin | Fleeting Moments

Artist: Auguste Rodin | Fleeting Moments

All that you may think is yours, is in fact just combinations of fleeting moments,  only remembered and held on to through memory. In truth, none of it is ours, everything is fleeting.

From the moment we are born we begin to learn how to love and let go, love and let go, love and let go, "All life is just a progression toward and then a recession from, on phrase -'I love you.'" - F. Scott Fitzgerald

It's the fragility of life, love, people, moments, what makes life so incredibly beautiful and all the more poignant, yet we continuously try to cling to the eternal. We write people into poetry, to reassure ourselves of the permanence of being through legacy, architecture, memory...

Imagine just being,  knowing, and accepting that loss is part of this life while understanding that we are all just slowly moving through and toward something else in this existence.

May we all be conscious of the now, as beauty moves so quickly. -tM

Lipstick On My Collar

Artist: Rodin - Wrapped by artist Cornelia Parker at the Tate Modern

Rodin's The Kiss initially became a magnet for thoughts of love, lust, and romantic passion. It was even thought to be risqué by some, especially since the woman was in equal reciprocation of the physical desire; engaged in the act of youthful ardor just as much as her male counterpart. What most don't realize is that these two lovers were in inspired by Dante's Inferno. Rodin sculpted two lovers falling in love, while still married. In the beginnings of their sexual infatuation they would sit reading tales of courtly love to one another, but when discovered, they were stabbed to death.

When Corneila Parker was asked to participate in the Tate Triennial in 2003 she decided to cover the statue with string.

Knowing that this was about two doomed lovers makes the passion shared by the couple even more fleeting, and despite appearances to the contrary, the course of true love never runs smooth. Parker's tangled web of string reiterates just that, relationships can be tortured, not just this romantic ideal. The string stands in as the complications of relationships. Although that being said,  I also find her interpretation and rendition of it even more illicit and sexy. For what the eyes do not see, the mind imagines.



Weekend Inspriation No. 12

Artist: Auguste Rodin - Cathedral Hands | Musee de Rodin, Paris

Two right hands carved in stone with the tool marks still visible.

What I love about Rodin is how important the use of space was to him and the reveal of our human imperfections. He moved and created in sensuality. -tM


Rodin's The Thinker in the Sculptor's Workshop, 1900. | Photography: Unknown

I haven't been writing as much as of lately because I have been in a contemplative and reflective mood. There are moments when my thoughts sit heavy, and like the universal symbol of The Thinker I have furrowed my brow (but not too long, because furrowing your brow will cause many unwanted wrinkles; moderation is key) trying to figure out what I envision my future to be, along with what I believe I deserve,  you know,  the self love stuff that only women seem to go through.

Like when Tybalt slays Mercutio and then Romeo in haste slays Tybalt, this is a real turning point in my life, albeit not so dramatic, and thank goodness for that. But a turning point nevertheless. I find myself pivoting on one point shoe ever so gracefully, waiting for the other one to drop,  all the while thinking about my life and which direction it will/should take.  Only a woman can multi-task like this.

These lessons are all mine to learn while I ever so patiently try to just "be" and let go of my so called "control" (because really who are we kidding, we have very little of that in life). So here I am Le Penseur,  not looking nearly as confident but every bit as lost in thought, I cannot help wonder what the future will bring, not in fear, but in gratitude. For truly, whatever will be, will be. -tM