About

The man who writes about himself and his own time is the only man who writes about all people and all time.  -George Bernard Shaw

I must admit that at first, I was very much against the idea of blogging.  It seemed like such a self-serving endeavor upon which to embark.  I could not wrap my brain around why anyone may want to read any of the daily ramblings that go on in my head.  But then I began to read other people’s blogs: those of friends, those of their friends, and that’s when I realized…we blog not to exhault ourselves, but to feel comforted by our own quirky existances and those of others. 

In days of yore, it was common for those with the ability to write to keep a journal.  A journal provides both a creative outlet for oneself and to those that may be so fortunate to happen upon such a treasure in later years, it is indeed exactly that: a treasure.  It is a peek into the generations that preceded us and in that glimpse of daily life, we realize, that our desires, our dreams, our struggles, and our experiences are shared with the human race.

The happenstance of the quote leading into this rambling having been listed first in my igoogle Quote of the Day, lead me to plunge into the world of blogs.  I started small with my myspace page, which is set to private and as such, I feel comfortable posting pictures of my family without much fear of those photos ending up splashed across cyberspace.  Many of my blogs there are, and will continue to be, centered around photos of my family and friends.

This blog will focus on the art that I experience on a regular basis.  Art is meant to invoke emotions.  Art is all around us in the mostly unlikely of places, from an abstract creation of my toddler’s design to the dinner I put on the table.  Sometimes it is the little things that are imprinted in our mind’s eye forever or even just for more than a fleeting moment.

l’art de journalier: the art of everyday