I keep my work together, everything aimed at getting through the exams, I consult Mendes on everything, and model my studies on what he has done, for that is how I’d like to do it too. That history of the 80 Years’ War is really wonderful, anyone would do well to make such a good fight of his life.5 Truly life is a fight,6 and one must defend oneself and resist and make plans and calculations with a cheerful and alert mind in order to make it through and get ahead. It becomes no easier the further one gets in life, and it has been rightly said:
Does the road go uphill then all the way?
‘Yes to the very end’
And will the journey take all day long?
‘From morn till night, my friend.’7
But by fighting the difficulties in which one finds oneself, an inner strength develops from within our heart, which improves in life’s fight (one matures in the storm),8 if we always endeavour to keep that heart out of which are the issues of life,9 good and simple and rich toward God,10to restore that and make it thus more and more, and to bear in mind the words that we must have a good conscience before God11 and before people.
As we regard others so are we regarded by many eyes. It is from the conscience — God’s finest gift,12 and the proof that His eye is upon us, all-seeing and all-knowing,13 and also the assurance that He be not far from every one of us,14 but as our shade upon our right hand,15 and that He keeps us from the evil16 — that our light comes in the darkness of life and of the world.17 And if we feel an eye watching us, as it were, then it is good to gaze upward sometimes as though seeing Him who is invisible.18 1v:2
Found this calling card in the MET archives recently. Loved the simplicity.
Learned a little about Mondrian’s parents and home while I was digging around (always doing something while we watch TV)…”Art and music were encouraged in his household. His father, the headmaster of the local primary school, was an enthusiastic amateur artist who gave drawing lessons to his son, while Mondrian's uncle, Fritz Mondrian, was an accomplished artist who taught his nephew to paint.” (The Art Story) Always fascinates me how many artists come from artist families—-Picasso’s dad was an artist and art professor, Andy Warhol’s mom was not professional but also a very talented artist who would hold “drawing competitions” between Andy and his brother (the winner would get a Hershey’s chocolate bar) :)..Andy Warhol and his mom even wrote a cute book together with her writing and his doodles. ..Makes me think about how the hobbies and passions I have will impact my own kids.
This tiny little card just caught my eye and I thought something about it was lovely.
Going through my pictures last night to organize and print some and I realized I have a bunch of pictures from the past few years of Liv and I in the galleries at the Art Institute of Chicago. She’s only 2.5 years old, but I love that we have captured a bunch already. I hope she grows to be inspired by it as much as I am! (I have zero that I can find with Cohen, so…haha! Gotta take him in, too!) :)