Monday, January 15, 2007

349/365 Daniela

She’s from Brescia, not far from Sergio. She’s the beautiful Italian woman down the street. She’s the ceramicist, mosaicist, artist, mother. When I use a bowl she made, I feel a rush of happiness that this art exists in this world, in this moment.

6 Comments:

Blogger Nate said...

That is beautiful.

When I lived in Venice I bought a painting from the guy who painted in front of the museum next door; I feel the exact same way every time I see it.

- Nate

January 15, 2007 11:27 AM  
Blogger Sewa Yoleme said...

If I had Money, I'd collect art--not famous stuff, but stuff from friends and acquaintances, good and glorious pieces from struggling artists, things that make me draw in my breath when I see them.

January 15, 2007 12:59 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

There's nothing nicer than knowing who made something precious ... or is it that which makes it precious in the first place?

January 15, 2007 3:11 PM  
Blogger Helen said...

And how great that you're actually using it, instead of worrying that it might get broken.

January 15, 2007 3:38 PM  
Blogger Indigo Bunting said...

Most of the art I have has a personal connection for me. I'm definitely guilty of wanting beautiful things from people I know!

January 15, 2007 4:37 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I felt a rush of happiness reading this post.
There is nothing more gratifying for an artist than to have his/her work loved and used.

January 16, 2007 6:04 PM  

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