Ignorance can be a strength. The statement sounds absurd, after all, doesn’t power exploit ignorance, and doesn’t ignorance stand in the way of progress? Perhaps, but there’s something paradoxical about it.
Ignorance doesn’t presuppose and certainly lacks the knowledge to be overly cautious, and all progress starts with an acknowledgement of ignorance. I wonder if that wasn’t what Mark Twain had in mind when he said:
“All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence, and then success is sure.”
I found this place to be full of character, and the urge to sketch took hold of me.
In many areas of London the graffitti is simply unimaginative, unconscious and litter-like. It does nothing to fuel life. Then you walk through areas like Brixton and Shoreditch and are greeted by a wild creativity filling walls and spaces with inspirational beauty. No egos here; the artists are content with obscurity making their art that more special.
when you’ve sold your home and you close and lock the door for the last time, never to return, and all the memories, happy and sad, push themselves up against the window and watch you go.
It’s been just over a year of absence from blogging (I was a little naive in thinking it would be less) and we are pretty well settled in the UK now. We just love the country. So very special.
We’ve decided to make our home in Kent and have bought a lovely little place in the village of Eccles quite close to Maidstone. We’ve been hard at work getting our home ready and finally moved in two weeks ago. It has been an exciting adventure, not easy at times, but worth every moment. Our family have been marvellous and have gone out of their way in making our move as comfortable as possible. We feel so at home and are looking forward to a new and exciting future which already has been unfolding in the past year while living in London. It’s so good to be in the English countryside. Nothing quite like it.
So I’m back and will slowly ease in to blogging once more. I look forward to picking up with you all once again. I’ll post a few images at a later stage.
To all my blogging friends, I’m so sorry I haven’t been around. I’ve been away and now I’m back again. Something has come up and I’m going to take a break from blogging as there is a project I need to work on. It’s going to demand quite a bit of my time and I’m not sure when I’ll be back. I’ll miss you all, but should be back in about a month’s time. Hope you all have a wonderful and creative new year.
This tree was virtually cut down to its roots. I took a shot of it because, sadly, it has been constantly trimmed and never allowed to spread its branches again. It got me thinking about the human spirit. When portions of the human spirit are lopped off and kept that way, it becomes profoundly tragic.
Who can ever forget Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade’s (Al Pacino) words in the movie “Scent Of A Woman” while defending Charlie (Chris O’Donnell) against charges lodged by the school board:
“There is nothing like the sight of an amputated spirit. There’s no prosthetic for that.”