July 28, 2008

The plane took off; the plane landed; all is well

After six hours waiting in the airport, we finally got off the ground. And it’s good to be here. The sun was bright today but it wasn’t too hot. Tamar, Damian and I had a lovely day—stocking up on food for the week, swimming in the next door neighbors’ pool (they are away and we have full access—not bad!), and generally catching up and enjoying each other’s company.

Meanwhile I keep thinking about someone I met on my travels who is physically handicapped (paraplegic). He said his disability didn’t effect who he was as a person. He did have a very positive, engaging way of being with people and relating to his life. It was quite apparent that he had overcome any possible tendency for self-pity and was also very accomplished in his chosen profession. But to say that his handicap didn’t have a strong effect on his being would be like my saying being an artist doesn’t affect my personality. I do generally take umbrage when people tell me something I do or say or how I look is because I am an artist. And yet . . . I make art because I think the way I do which then effects how you perceive me.

Posted by leya at July 28, 2008 09:13 PM