My mother use to say
If the remembrance
is a better time
and a better place
than I have no memory at all
– excerpt from The Remembrance by Kendall F. Person
drawings by – introducing – artworksaustral
The Remembrance: An Artist Collaborative of a Past Life
Thank you to my friends at The Chris Brake Show for introducing me to the work of daniel-jaffke, who was killed in a senseless act of violence.
A special thank you to our featured artist, artworksaustral for sharing his gift with The Neighborhood.
Rosa Parks courtesy of Simon Kregar
A special thank you to Wake the Public Productions, for its imaginative video creations.
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the ordinary becomes extraordinary.
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The Depths of Crazy
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Reblogged this on 2positwithme and commented:
Love this site.
What an absolutely wonderful voice you have added. Welcome to the neighborhood. So glad you are here.
I’m new to the blog world, but I find your work to be inspiring and moving.
Amazing work, love the music, the art, all of it!!!
Dina! my friend. Always good to see you.
I like what your mother used to say. That the memory is not what is important. It is the experience. Very nice. But very hard. To live in the present.
🙂 So nice to wake to this posting!!! I loved it all the way to the end. If I wasn’t inspired at first, I am now… Thanks for sharing this….oh, I’m really feel that song as well… (Humbled)
Kendall, great music art, & wisdom. .I’m new to the “blogging scene”. I’ll be back to read more of your blogs. Thanks!
Welcome to the neighborhood, Joyce. So glad you are here.
I’ve nominated you for a Versatile Blogger Award!!!
I’m not entitled to even think so, but when I read ypur mothers words, my first thought is, I wished I have met her. Because it’s word of wisdom and strenght that cna’t be bought or copied -only lived.
Leaving the past behind is a dilemma, because if leaving it without filling it up with something with meaning, is leaving a big hole in your soul. and how do you find the meaning of the past you doesn’t wan’t to remember? I’m struggling personally with that.
I have by my own stubborness created a great life, I have manage to educate myself, coming back after years of heartproblems, getting a good job, raising my everything, my two wonderful sons, I manage to have a car and a nice home even if I’m a singel mom. What a good life. Yes, But I don’t take a single breath without feeling the breath of that little girl inside who grew up in a louse environment and who lost her trust in herself and others, I don’t take a step without at the same time carruning her in my arms. And i have no place to put her sown where I think she’ll be safe, so that i could carry on with myself, leaving the past behind. I don’t dare to forget the past. because if i do, who would look after her then.
Thank you Kendall, for that you make me and all other neighbours feel welcome to your blog. it means so much.
Nice display of art and symbolism