Culture & Quarantine
The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.”
Pablo Picasso.
The rush of life through work, the gym, meetups and after school activities has suddenly come to a halt causing each of us to look a bit more at everyday living for smaller joys within our homes. We look at our children perhaps a bit more closely and even ourselves.
We watch our thoughts in the slow hours of the day when normally we’d find our time being spent with the monotony of office work. Days of sitting at our desks and hoping for the clock to tell us we can leave are now behind us. At least for a little while.
But are we to do with this time that we have been refunded?
Refunded, a word I choose carefully here. As we have been given something incredible. An opportunity if you will. A freedom with our time that normally would have been traded away for a paycheck.
Yes many are still able to work from home and blessed are they finding themselves in this position. However they too are struck with the same query of too much time on their hands being within the confines of home.
Netflix was a great place to start yet for me that’s just not a place I can stay for too long
I am choosing to use this time to polish myself. To read more.To revamp what needed reviving.To appreciate the written word, beautiful pieces of music, art and classic film.
I wanted to share with you some of the beauty I have found to enjoy during this time as it may help bring some joy to your day.
I believe in a sharp mind, and continuously learning as there always room to appreciate culture.
Be well.
Roxanna
F. Chopins: Nocturne in C minor
Featured Poem:
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Fine Art Highlight:
Georgia O’Keeffe
https://www.georgiaokeeffe.net/
Recommended Film:
