Sprauncy

Care to join me in setting the word 'dapper' aside for awhile? How about enlivening popular vocabulary with the word Sprauncy?

I think it's a grand idea.

Absolutely grand.

In the comment forum below, leave your photos or descriptions of the sprauncy folks in your life.

This could be fun!

Sensational

"The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls." ~~Pablo Picasso

Lost within an image before me, whether hanging on a wall in my home, displayed in a museum, glowing from a computer screen, or glossily printed in a large book, transcedency seems to occur. 

I become the woman dancing with the gentleman in the rain under an umbrella in Paris, Eiffel's Tower a grandfatherly sentinel.

I feel the rain on my skin, hear the sizzling sound of it pattering on the cobblestones, smell the gloriousness of its fresh presence. I sense my partner's warm breath, the light pressure of his hand on the small of my back, his legs swaying to music only the two of us hear.

As my eyes search the image before me, I am transfixed, in wonderment at the artist's intention, at my response to it. For a time I am no longer in the room where the painting is located, I am in the painting.

A mental, emotional, and for some a spiritual escape, this is the offering of art. As Picasso stated, it washes the dust of daily life off our souls.

Today there is dust on my soul, the dust of a hundred gray winter days and a year of urgency.

Art offers me a beginning. A fresh start. A new perspective. A pristine opportunity without leaving my home.

This transfixing has resulted in marvelous life experiences for me. Twice I have left my comfort zone for the Old World because art shook off the dust, stirred my heart for explanations and experiences.

Today, there is excitement in my soul for art is once again pushing to the front of my attention, and I am glad. 

What new wonder awaits? 

Time will tell.