Pig in the Face!
A piece of my jewelry resting an my address book:
Last night consisted of a puzzle putting-together session with my Mom, sister and I working on the world’s most impossible 500 piece puzzle. My sister and I realized that on a Friday night doing this for fun means we are getting old.. Arghhhh!! Help!
And the night wrapped up with a very fun game called “Pig in the Face” in which my sister would throw a plush stuffed 10 and a half inch pink pig on the head on my 1 year old nephew which had us all, especially him, in fits of hearty giggles. It would bounce off his head or off his face, which sounds harsh, but he loved it. We laughed till our stomachs hurt. Ahhh, such is the life when you’ve been raised by a silly family. I must say, I can’t wait to do it again. *Whoop! Pig in the Face!* *Whoop! Pig in the Face* *Whoop! Pig in the Face*
And here’s a poem I wrote tonight:
Vincents Handiwork
Thumbing through the book called
Vincent Van Gogh,
I learn about primary colours
Japanese prints
Fishing Boats
Peach Trees and Almond Blossoms.
I view witty caricatures and less
Satirical portraits.
Vincent, this self made man, despite
A wearying illness, chose to
Embolden the world with light, colour, grace and
Pepper it with skewed perspective and eerie night scenes.
His self portraits haunt my mind.
His rain sings the beauty of France.
And the wheat field is the golden-est of golds,
Covered with an indigo blue sky that envelopes the
Thick black marks which capture the flight of crows.
All this and more prove to me what can be done
If one paints to live, and lives to paint.
