do you ever wake up and just feel tender?
this past sunday, i woke up feeling so tender. not really sad or worried or melancholy, just a bit raw and sore in the heart. as i got dressed, the sabbath day bells from st. martin’s in the field swept in through our walls like an invitation and i decided to take a walk past the church and to the national gallery. as i stepped out our red door onto our street, the bells pealing louder and more melodic, the slower sunday energy of the city filled me up. i sat on the stairs of trafalgar square with a straight-shot view down to big ben and let my heart be still. when the bells finished their anthem, i went into the national gallery and headed straight for the impressionism rooms.
the stripes and swirls of paint – set in gold frames and on rich grey walls – felt like a sweet soothing balm seeping into my tenderness. art, creation, colour, beauty – it comforted me, it filled me.
i thought this sentiment in the mosaic floor at the entrance of the national gallery was very appropriate for that novemeber sunday morning – “rest and be thankful.” ^^
^^ don’t you just want to walk right into those luscious scenes? it’s amazing how monet has made these materials so much more than paint on canvas. ^^
^^ a van gogh i’ve never seen in flesh or print. isn’t it gorgeous?! ^^
^^ and other…crabs! the colours are fabulous. ^^
there is beauty all around. especially around the corner from our flat at the national gallery :)