black marker on Moleskine paper
8 x 11 inches
Barbara Muir © 2017I'm reading a novel about life in Washington D.C. (Ironically
appropriate this hard week), and it seems the world there is rife
with jealousy. I find that a hard emotion to understand. I am not
jealous. When I was young -- in my teens I had a very rich boyfriend,
and some extremely wealthy friends. I found out then, what I know
for a fact now. Wealth doesn't make you happy, neither does fame,
fancy clothes, the best car. That boyfriend has grown up to be a
super fellow, and is I believe happy.
Happiness -- and aside from love, I value happiness above all --
is an inside job. You could have the biggest studio in the world,
and though I know I'd enjoy that. I would not be jealous.
If I were jealous I'd work on being jealous of the people I know
who live in Paris -- one of my favourite places in the world. But
I'm not. I revel in every word they ever write about the place.
But I'm not jealous. I will visit again, and enjoy every minute.
I don't want a title, a fancy car, a big house (bigger
maybe), I just want to be an artist, and sell my work, and teach,
and travel, and love my family and friends. And I'm doing that.
More money? Yes that would be nice. I won't say no. But I
would just travel more, give better gifts.
The drawing tonight is of the tangled flowers and leaves of a
bouquet of anemones -- which in Paris are huge -- a flower we
see almost in miniature in comparison here in Toronto. So far
it's a line drawing. Colour would really tell the story better. Maybe
Meanwhile - Have a-I-don't-have-time-for-jealousy day.