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Claude Renoir, youngest son as child

renoir arthritis+paintingFrench impressionist painter Auguste Renoir (1841-1919) painted despite partial paralysis and cruel rheumatoid arthritis until the end of his life. Painting with his brushes taped to his crippled hand, especially moves me. To the end of his life, Renoir’s three sons helped their ill father, who was wheelchair-bound later in life. His children often helped him in his painting, posing for him from the time they were small and later as he grew more disabled, binding his brush to his arthritic hand and with his paints, brushes and palette. Renoir’s wife passed away a few years before his death.

From an NPR interview linked here…

camille claudelThe artist Rodin writes to his “ferocious friend”~
“This morning I ran around (for hours) to all our spots without finding you. Death would be sweeter! And how long is my agony. Why didn’t you wait for me in the atelier, where are you going? (…) In a single instant I feel your terrible force. Have pity, mean girl. I can’t go on. I can’t go another day without seeing you. Atrocious madness, it’s the end, I won’t be able to work anymore. Malevolent goddess, and yet I love you furiously… . (…) Let me see you every day, which would be a good idea and might make me better, for only you can save me with your generosity. Don’t let this slow and hideous sickness overtake my intelligence, the ardened and pure love I have for you – in short, have pity, my beloved, and you will be rewarded.”

branch acrylic on canvas

photography-movementImagine life without violence, the hate, the war, death and destruction.
Blood shed for nothing but pride.

Imagine a world where we come together as one,
seeing each as equal, perfect beneath a bight blue sky.
The sun shines upon us all, we each feel the warmth upon our faces.

Equanimity, perfect acceptance, love without boundaries, prejudice, fear, hate.
Loving-kindness taken to the next step.
Compassion, understanding, breaking the cement of frozen hearts.

Imagine everyone without despair, hunger, suffering and now…
Make it so.

moon woman

Facing Fear

To willingly reside in our distress, no longer resisting what is, is the real key to transformation.

As painful as it may be to face our deepest fears, we do reach the point where it’s more painful not to face them.

This is a pivotal point in the practice of life.

– Ezra Bayda, “Bursting the Bubble of Fear

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