Help me through the day
Help me through the night
Bring me back to Beauty
Help me make it all alright

I can stare at some of these for hours..........such a calming effect.

Not many people know that if you take a painting into your life as one of your personal windows on the world, it can grow in power and for years and years, a painting will be your friend and supporter; it will speak to you and you will speak to it; and it looks different at different times, in different light, mostly, because you learn to see the world and all of humankind with different eyes.

The creators of Beauty are the true revolutionaries.

Example of the power of paint:

And John swooned.

He fell off his chair and had to be revived. Liv got down on the floor and held him in her arms, and asked, are you okay, and he said, yes, I am with you.

But friends thought the Mirapex must be getting to him, and that these fainting episodes might be really dangerous.

Then Jules Olitski, who also had Parkinson’s, came to the rescue. He reclaimed the verb “to swoon”, as in, “to be overwhelmed by ecstatic joy.” And he was not a musician or a dancer. Except that, actually he was, but it happened to him in colors. He found the Zone in paint. Like the ones who painted the dancers 50,000 years ago.

And it was swoonable.

Jules Olitski said: “... I remember coming all of a sudden upon Vermeer’s View of Delft. I was walking towards it, I must have been about twenty feet or more away, and I didn’t even know it was a Vermeer. One doesn’t swoon anymore since the nineteenth century, but like a maiden I swooned… it was the most beautiful painting I had ever seen.”