I spent a wonderful time and moments this week, learning more about the world of marble and sculpting! First, it was during the unveiling and dedication of a 1-ton marble sculpture that is named 'Soaring.' It stands proudly in the center of the Baruch College Library. After months to a year of hearing, writing, typing his name, viewing film footage and photos via the lady in which I am Personal Assistant (she calls me 'Guru' 🤣🤣🤣), I finally got to meet the famed sculptor, himself, 'Charlie Kaplan.' He and his wife are the such a power couple and the loveliest that you will ever meet! The second occasion was some of his works displayed at the Long Sharp Gallery in which the people there I have been emailing for weeks, but finally got to meet them in person. At both locations, you receive the white glove treatment--by that, I mean you are given white gloves in which to feel the curves and beauty of marble. The sponsor drink was 'Drusian Prosecco' and wow -- yesss, deeeelish! I lovezzzz my Prosecco and this has my first, middle and last names written all in and over it! 👍🏾 The past week has been such an awesome time of meeting new people, learning more and enriching my life...I don't want to get off this road! 🤗 Check out more about Charlie Kaplan at: www.charliekaplan.com.
19 / 10 / 2019
yona had a long and happy life, she grew up in a big family, the youngest of five children. she was taught love and compassion since her early age. yona turns 96 today, she has friends and family coming over, she knows how lucky she is, she smiles at life every day and she thinks she might have found the secret for happiness..
We have an urge to explore, a desire to set out, a yearn to live but where we find ourselves lost most was in the forests. Andy and I formed our relationship there so that every time we were hidden among those protective trees — that was home and not the location where we turned our key through a lock.
If we’ve had any one consistent disagreement, it is regarding where to generically go once our Cortez is up and running. I say the forests — all of them everywhere for as long as we can survive. He agrees but craves cities too — the history, attractions, the food, the drink. See this, I am most content without.
So when we go into cities — anytime and every time — I have always looked for the trees. While I smiled up at the branches, Andy used to joke that it was as if I had never seen a tree before; and while I vented for hours at the amount of space treeless, he would sigh annoyed; but the truth is now I think he understands. Now he stands near me as I hug trees in bustling, populated parks and he waits patient as I take pictures of the sun streaming down through zigzagged brown limbs. Now he doesn’t say anything because I like to believe he understands that these trees are my lungs and the more city we go, the harder I find it to breathe...