Tuesday, March 30, 2010
William Michaelian by Laura Tedeschi
Time and again, I’m amazed by the talent, and moved by the kindness and grace, of the people I meet online. When I began my Web sojourn back in 2001, I began it as I begin all things: by throwing caution to the wind, and setting my sights on an imagined, ever-changing horizon. All my life I’ve traveled thus, adventure now, the details later, sink or swim — shown, and shown again, that the details are the adventure.
One such detail is this glorious new portrait by a wonderful painter and person I admire, Laura Tedeschi. I’ve been following Laura’s blog, nouvelles couleurs, for quite some time now. Laura lives in Vienna and writes in Italian. I live in Salem and write in English. She knows English well enough to understand the comments I make on her colorful paintings, which strike me as a form of music and poetry on canvas. And she knows it well enough to understand not only the meaning of what I write, but what drives me to write the way I do, so often long in pain and short in words, and with a smile that shows no teeth.
Laura, I think, paints the same way. Her light is touched by sorrow, and her brooding overflows with brightness, gratitude, and joy.
Thank you, Laura, for this beautiful surprise. Your painting is a treasure, and it will remain so long after I’m gone.
3.30.2010 #1 (new poem and recent links)