You've got it, Neocon - even though, at first glance, it looks more like a very idealized representation of the "outer Joan." <g>
But that is how I like to envision myself: a free spirit, unencumbered by ready-to-wear opinion, dancing in the sun -- and in good cheery company, not in "splendid isolation."
Another idealized image, of course. <g> But I've often thought of -- and admired -- Yeats's three Chinamen (especially their eyes):
...There on the mountain and the sky,
On all the tragic scene they stare.
One asks for mournful melodies;
Accomplished fingers begin to play.
Their eyes mid many wrinkles, their eyes,
Their ancient glittering eyes, are gay.
Besides, Matisse is one of my very, very favorites. I have several Matisse posters, full of sun and color, tacked up in the upstairs bedrooms. They really cheer me up, every time I look at them.
Very perceptive...
Joan |
