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Who was Cassandra?


  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.

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May 11, 2018

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I love buying art supplies -- most recently a full set of Prismacolors. So many colors, so perfect, so much potential waiting to be unlocked! Thanks for this post, Beth. Reminds me to go out and sketch today (gorgeous day, Whole Earth Festival, I'm just back from a day of spinning at a fundraiser and want to shift gears a bit).

"The choice isn't all black and white, though." LOL.

I don't buy art supplies since I don't do art. But I'm sorely tempted when I accompany VR on one of her buying missions. Why should this be?

Perhaps because the sight of paper, canvases, crayons, tubes of oil paint (So much white!) and the rest propels us a half-step towards the finished image. The wherewithal and the potential are there! There is no equivalent for those of us who merely write. What could be duller than a ream of printer paper or a utilities bill which reminds us that without electrical power the computer would be so much junk? Printer cartridges are the exception and they regularly encourage me to write a crabby post - but only because I'm enraged by the cynical commercialism they represent.

The only real consumable in writing are the electrical pulses in my brain that probably do not distinguish between the act of typing my name or the creation of an unbeatable couplet to finish off a sonnet. But I worry about them. Is there an infinite supply? I doubt it. Forgetting about death, surely that would offend the immutable law about the creation of matter.

Art supplies have tactile appeal. They will be held. fingered, sorted through, opened, unfolded and - of course - smelt. They will play an active role in bringing about an artefact that has never previously existed. In moments of contemplation one anthropomorphises them, imagines them urging the artist towards a better effort - so that the nature of of the crayon or oil paint is not wasted.

As an outsider I wonder whether they encourage miserliness?

If you'd like to come to Brittany to make art I'd be delighted to see you!

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