tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734056300625993610.post1221971725912406591..comments2024-01-09T18:28:04.817-08:00Comments on Brown Eyes: 2015 In ReviewJohn Paul Turnagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02394418736723429631noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734056300625993610.post-26581780961153451302016-02-02T17:27:42.223-08:002016-02-02T17:27:42.223-08:00Hi Karen, Priya and Ellen,
Thank you for your comm...Hi Karen, Priya and Ellen,<br />Thank you for your comments and for reading. I feel rewarded hearing from old friends, as we are now far away. The new year is off to a roaring start. Life in SoCal is pleasant but demanding. Before I know it, I'll be writing about 2016. All the best to you; please keep in touch.John Paul Turnagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02394418736723429631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734056300625993610.post-11886670794273789522016-01-03T14:34:22.675-08:002016-01-03T14:34:22.675-08:00Hi John,
Thanks for sending the link to the blog...Hi John, <br /><br />Thanks for sending the link to the blog. I can understand the feeling of loss that we feel in our 50s. A few friends and acquaintances have passed away and a few others are unwell. <br /><br />I think that you aren't giving enough air time to celebrating the good things: while you don't go to the park with Max, you are getting to see him grow and develop in all the ways teens develop; you and your wife look well and connected; your paintings look great and while the big one isn't done, it's not abandoned either. <br /><br />You've inspired me to return to update my blog. Here's a link: <br /><br />https://ellenfiedlerfineart.wordpress.com/2016/01/03/welcome-2016/<br /><br />Ellen<br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734056300625993610.post-89685231372312240132016-01-02T09:51:25.096-08:002016-01-02T09:51:25.096-08:00Dear John Paul, it's so lovely to read your Br...Dear John Paul, it's so lovely to read your Brown Eyes: Year in Review. <br /><br />You eloquently captured that wistful feeling we all have as we assess our lives, an exercise that tends to happen during the end of the year when we reflect upon ourselves, our families, and feel gratitude for the bounty that is our lives. During this time, we also wonder about people who were part of our lives once and who affected our thinking or our way of life, who are no longer there. <br /><br />Memories are like tendrils in the wind that brush our consciousness from time to time, but when they brush our consciousness they make a sound - like the faint tolling of a bell - and they remind us of who we were at a moment in time. The timber of the sound can be heard in our consciousness and a mental image arises and it arrests us, because we may have not thought about that for a long time, and we realize that it was a significant moment because we remember it even decades later.<br /><br />And sometimes the people who make those memories with us and who change the trajectory of our lives are fleetingly in our lives, dropping in and out so randomly and briefly, but they have served the purpose to change us significantly, and without them we would be different, and we would be elsewhere other than where we are. And though they are gone, we yearn to understand why they even came into our lives. It doesn't always make sense. We meet so many people on the road of life. Many people we will only meet once. But once is sometimes enough to transform one's thinking.<br /><br />Keep painting, keep writing, and love to you, Misa, and Max. Happy 2016!<br /><br />Priya<br /><br />Priya S.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734056300625993610.post-65151888829968333742015-12-31T14:27:53.670-08:002015-12-31T14:27:53.670-08:00Hello John. Lovely family. We worked on at South...Hello John. Lovely family. We worked on at Southwest Gallery in Dallas. I used to tell you that you belong in San Francisco. One day a couple of years later...<br />I was at the palace of the Legion of honor, and here comes this artist walking up the hill to the parking lot. It was you. A pallet strung over your shoulder and a smile on your face. It was a pleasure knowing you. You are one of the finest artist I've known and a man with outstanding principles. A very happy new year to you and your family. It was an honor to know you cityfoxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16910855718601034211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734056300625993610.post-35889760918278750932015-12-31T14:27:26.219-08:002015-12-31T14:27:26.219-08:00Hello John. Lovely family. We worked on at South...Hello John. Lovely family. We worked on at Southwest Gallery in Dallas. I used to tell you that you belong in San Francisco. One day a couple of years later...<br />I was at the palace of the Legion of honor, and here comes this artist walking up the hill to the parking lot. It was you. A pallet strung over your shoulder and a smile on your face. It was a pleasure knowing you. You are one of the finest artist I've known and a man with outstanding principles. A very happy new year to you and your family. It was an honor to know you cityfoxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16910855718601034211noreply@blogger.com