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Best Experienced With:          Blue October:     Hate Me

(Please right click on the link below to open the suggested background music to this evening’s art show gathering)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QyS0yVqH1SQ&feature=related

“What a man wants is is an arrow into the future and what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from.”

“I felt like a race horse in a world without racetracks or a champion college footballer suddenly confronted by Wall Street and a business suit, his days of glory shrunk to a little gold cup on his mantel with a date engraved on it like a date on a tombstone.”

“So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you went about as numb as a slave in a totalitarian state.”

“I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade.  Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next day had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue”

“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.”

                              Sylvia Plath (October 27, 1932 – February 11, 1963)

Paintings courtesy of the minds of Bernard Réquichot, John Minton, Vincent Van Gogh, and Robert Malaval.