Comments on: Ce n’est pas une plume.

By: joanna

joanna — Fri, 15 Jul 2005 15:00:10 +0000

The very first time I experienced death was when we were at the Arboretum in Boston–I was probably almost three and it was an evening after Dad had come home from work. While my parents chatted, I ran around the trees, and came upon a dead blue jay. Never having seen a bird up close and immobile, I was impressed–or the image was impressed especially after my parents told me that it was dead. Now that you’ve triggered the memory, I just may develop this into something! Thanks.

By: nina

nina — Thu, 14 Jul 2005 04:45:23 +0000

And now I am the mother who says that to her son–even as part of me is thinking stop it, let him pick it up, it’s what being a kid is all about. He usually does anyway, no matter what I say.

By: srp

srp — Thu, 14 Jul 2005 03:10:49 +0000

Did you get the painting?

By: Thumper

Thumper — Thu, 14 Jul 2005 02:35:29 +0000

Wow…I gotta go check out that site. That’s an amazing painting.

By: Melanie

Melanie — Thu, 14 Jul 2005 01:25:08 +0000

Yes, you really did. Love, your other daughter.

By: Barbie

Barbie — Wed, 13 Jul 2005 20:13:44 +0000

Did I really say that? Love, your mother.

By: Alexandra

Alexandra — Wed, 13 Jul 2005 18:05:18 +0000

Nice choice! I loved that one and was bummed to see that it had been sold by the time I saw it. Enjoy it and don’t let the cats get to it!

By: ned

ned — Wed, 13 Jul 2005 17:08:29 +0000

Thanks for the exposure to a delightful blog well worth checking out especially if you like realist virtuosity. How does he do it? Watch his iMovie. You’ll probably want to leave the job to him.