I have to get in a better habit of putting the date before I begin writing. See? I just did it again.
Today is Sunday August 31, 2008. One of my cousins passed away today.
Although her and I weren't close, actually I only spoke to her maybe 3 times in my entire life, I feel it necessary to honor her. RIP Dianne Lewin.
Anyway, things in life just seem to kind of come and go. Everything is unpredictable. To try to hold onto anything, is just ridiculous. Although some things are more difficult than others to let go of. Some people. Some relationships. But, as it is taught in chemistry, energy is neither created nor destroyed. I believe this fully. There is no real such thing as giving something up. Things change form.
Enough about this. The reason I started typing this in the first place is to share a piece of artwork from one of my favorite artists, Roy Lichenstein. He was one of the more well known artists from the pop art era, alongside with Andy Warhol. I believe this was somewhere in the mid 60's when this was happening. It somehow gets all muddled in my mind. Along with memories of Jack Kerouac and all those guys. What was his name? The guy that discovered acid? And he started putting them on records for people. I can't remember.
The thing I find interesting, is that out of all the history I have learned in my life, this is what I can remember. There is something about this period of time that I feel a connection with.
Beat poetry, pop art, drugs, and glamour. I'm definitely not saying that this sort of thing reflects my current life at all, which it really doesn't. But something about this time period and about this era, reflects me, in some way or another.
Anyway, here is one of my favorite pieces of art from this time: