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Colorful field on the plain of Castelluccio di Norcia in springtime during an explosion of blossoming, Italy, 2013 - by Roberto Bettacchi, Italian

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Sëlynn aka 쉬시턴 aka Sëlynn Lee aka Selynn Draws (South Korean, b. South Korea, based Frankfurt am Main, Germany)Female Artists - A cat in grandma's veggie basket, Paintings

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Spring is coming

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Created by legendary Indian artist Dr. S.M. Pandit (1916-1930) / Devi Maa, seated on a radiant lotus, bestows blessings of prosperity, strength, wisdom, calm, relief, guidance & joy / Photo Kalyani Ashok

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Indian matchbox labe http://bit.ly/2BBiEXg

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The Simple Truth

I bought a dollar and a half's worth of small red potatoes, took them home, boiled them in their jackets and ate them for dinner with a little butter and salt. Then I walked through the dried fields on the edge of town. In middle June the light hung on in the dark furrows at my feet, and in the mountain oaks overhead the birds were gathering for the night, the jays and mockers squawking back and forth, the finches still darting into the dusty light. The woman who sold me the potatoes was from Poland; she was someone out of my childhood in a pink spangled sweater and sunglasses praising the perfection of all her fruits and vegetables at the road-side stand and urging me to taste even the pale, raw sweet corn trucked all the way, she swore, from New Jersey. "Eat, eat" she said, "Even if you don't I'll say you did." Some things you know all your life. They are so simple and true they must be said without elegance, meter and rhyme, they must be laid on the table beside the salt shaker, the glass of water, the absence of light gathering in the shadows of picture frames, they must be naked and alone, they must stand for themselves. My friend Henri and I arrived at this together in 1965 before I went away, before he began to kill himself, and the two of us to betray our love. Can you taste what I'm saying? It is onions or potatoes, a pinch of simple salt, the wealth of melting butter, it is obvious, it stays in the back of your throat like a truth you never uttered because the time was always wrong, it stays there for the rest of your life, unspoken, made of that dirt we call earth, the metal we call salt, in a form we have no words for, and you live on it.

— Philip Levine, "The Simple Truth" in "The Simple Truth: Poems" (Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group; September 3, 1996)

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Mulholland Drive (2001) dir. David Lynch

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“People are as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don’t find myself saying: “soften the orange in the right corner a little.” I’m not trying to control a sunset. I contemplate with astonishment how it develops.”

- Carl R. Rogers

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Tezer Özlü, from her novel titled "Cold Nights of Childhood," published in 1980

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Katie Daniels (Australian, b. Illawarra, NSW, Australia, based Melbourne, Victoria, Australia) - Forgive Everything, 2021, Paintings: Oil on Linen

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Photography and art by Asja Boroš (source)

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