Oh, this is a great post!
Java floods the senses. It is heat and spice and history. It is trade and religion and turbulence. Deep cultural roots, firmly staked belief systems, and long years of colonial and civil strife envelope the land in a patch-work cloud of contradictions.
But every April 21st, on the day of her birth, one woman rises above this cloud. A self-educated pioneer of feminism, she is a nationally recognized hero. Her name was Raden Adjeng Kartini, and once a year the nation of Indonesia celebrates her day: Kartini Day.
Kartini, the daughter of the Regent of Japara, was born in 1879. She attended school until the age of 12 – almost unheard of for girls at the time. She was then restricted, according to tradition, to her home.
Denied formal study but hungry for learning, Kartini filled the four long…
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Some photograph capturing the greatest moments and facts, some capturing peoples and beauties, some capturing the emotions.
But above all, they frozen the time in our life inside a frame, eternal memories and love to remember.
This photograph have touch my heart deeply. Done by a wonderful photographer, Christine Renney.
Oh, and please give the credit to Christine Renney. I don’t deserve anything.
Thank you for writing and sharing this, i am born at 22 March. I really do appreciate this article.
I see reflection of myself in Eddie’s work. Great words!
I have never found the companion that was so companionable
as solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go
abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers. A man
thinking or working is always alone, let him be where he will.
source: Henry David Thoreau, Walden
image: Eddie Two Hawks /image files (a collection of images gathered over time by Eddie)/ A Walk Alone
I’m having a love affair. With more than one man. There are three in particular who take turns waking me in the morning, putting me to sleep at night, and even serenading me while I paint.
Who are they?
These three men thrill me. There’s something about that rhythm. Something about the feeling!
They inspire me to paint. This recent acrylic of John Coltrane was, of course, painted while I listened to his music.
The music of Miles is beyond cool, but Bill Evans might be my favorite. (And I haven’t painted him… yet!) An impressionist. A deep-feeling individual. He had to be. One of my favorite pieces of music – ever – is “Blue in Green.” A man once told me that if I were a piece of music, I would be that one.
This so beautiful, suitable for my mood..