Where were you?
today...it's a solemn day, around the country, around the world...yet when I turned on the local news this morning all they could talk about was the damn OSU football game form the weekend, that was the top story...followed by...remembering 9/11
The priorities are totally f-ed up.
It is hard for me to believe that it wa s5 years ago, it makes me feel so sad, for the day of course, for aging 5 years, yes, for the memories of who I was and who exactly I was not fove years ago...probably that too.
Where was I when it happend? On the phone with a friend, talking about how I should call into work so we could go show shopping...then a plane flew into Tower 1, and things changed.
I was there, and I wasn't...I was in NH, far away from the chaos, I was knee-deep in a first marriage that made me unhappy , I was involved in a relationship that nearly destroyed me...I had a job I loved, and I was in a play at the time that I hated. I was sick and didn't know it...a month later I would be in a hospital bed, not knowing what would happen to me....and I knew things had to change.
I was there, and I wasn't...that day, that fateful day that changed the world, that changed me.
I love New York, in the same head over heels way I love Autumn in New England, and the way I love Keith, with that consuming first love ache...
This painting is called "Butterfly Girl (A New York Dream) it is part of the New York series of paintings that I am doing featuring Bellajean photography. It is for sale in my etsy store, and as I type these words, it is here in front of me...my New York Dream, the most beautiful thing in the world.