Yep that's about the size of it.

Beverley

I don't have many movies in my collection but "500 days of Summer" makes it into that very exclusive club. "Like the wind" is on that Soundtrack too

500 days of Summer......A keeper
Recommended *****
Dave Autumns "Yorkshire Evening Post"

3D Poetry in Bronze

Still talking to each other in Art.

http://www.hanneke-beaumont.com/sculpture.php

They are


There are a number of the figures in Brussels Airport as well

I wrote to her explaining Stepping Forward's impact on me. I had to.

I met it, as it is a meeting, in the first week of the rest of my life having bought a single ticket to Brussels the previous weekend, not the usual return.

It could only have been done with the strength of the bronze cast (also a message in itself) but the lightness of that faithful step into the unknown has to be seen.

I bought that ticket 20th September 2009. The isolation afforded by being surrounded by foreign tongue's for the first year was a huge blessing.

I'm reminded I need to keep walking (upright helps)

But we all need to keep stepping forwards. If not we cease to exist

Dave

Some worthwhile quotes.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe wrote:
I call architecture frozen music.
(like that one!)

Trust your hunches. They're usually based on facts filed away
just below the conscious level.
-Joyce Brothers

I once got this in a fortune cookie:
Confuscious said - He who stands on hilltop not on level

Staying on an emotional level...
... Never lose hope - Tower of Pisa is going straight

Poetry brings out different levels of emotion.
Individual experiences are projected into the artist's
meaning and we react accordingly. That to me, is what
makes reading poetry so personal - more so, in putting pen
to paper yourself.

This thread is meant as an oasis - So, readers out there...
What are you waiting for?
Welcome to all!

Art is a channel that transmits clearly :)

Many artists sang "My Way" but the poignant message remains the same.
English lyrics by Paul Anka - music based on French song "Comme d'habitude".
The words are wonderful, don't you agree?

And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.

I've lived a life that's full.
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, I've had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
"No, oh no not me,
I did it my way".

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6E2hYDIFDIU