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Art Title: Will I Ever 3 © And, her Etsy&Flickr sites: Flor Larios Art &
The artist lives in Miami, Florida. She is self-taught, and loves
to paint angels, fairies, nativities, and Frida Kahlo. Mostly folk art
with an old, rustic charm, she also creates art items and collages
for the home; in boxes, crosses, mirrors, ornaments, etc.
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How old (or young) are you on the inside?
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How old (or young) are you on the inside?
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Artwork used with permission from Flor Larios.
12 comments:
Oh, I am forever twelve on the inside:) I'm still fighting authority and questioning everything and everyone. I suspect that the "younger" we are, the older we are on the inside, and then we switch places!
Personally, that wouldn't be a question for me. I prefer to be like Peter Pan.
Sorry, that's it for now... I'm sort of tired.
Anyway, I posted a comment on the Lighthouse image prompt yesterday, but it didn't appear. Anyway, I wrote there a small monologue about parting, and it gave me an idea for a scene in my story.
This blog is really good for conceptualizing. :D
Only on the outside..hehheh.
Love Flor's work - I'm a big fan!
on the outside i am 14...but on the inside i feel like i am 40!!! but people still treat me like a child and i hate it. no matter wht i do it never changes anythng. my older sister who is only 3 years older talks down to me all the time.
Isn't Flor's work incredible. I love her and her art.
Just watched the video, thanks for sending me there.
Love Renee
i love this painting...i always love flors work!!! love this blog too!
I have traveled 'round the sun
for a count of thirty one
And a website I've seen reckons
I've had 1,002,741,742 seconds
And yet it seems to me
(and I say this with some glee)
That inside I'm as old as I
decide I want to be!
(Today, that's twenty-three)
I laugh and feel young,
I sigh and feel old.
I am not sure inside
who I am, never mind
knowing an age...
when I catch
the reflection of my face
it looks so tired
I want to cry for me,
the me on the inside,
the one feeling every
pang of emotion, mostly sad.
But there is a light
that flickers every
so often in my eyes
and lets loose in
spontaneous song from
lips twisted into a smile,
I twirl carefree in these
fleeting moments
and wonder; how do I feel,
on the inside.
(poem by Therese L. Broderick of Albany, NY, USA)
WHEN?
Pretty child,
listen to the blue bird.
What he sings is carved on the tree:
"rire en s'ecriant."
When you have learned how to
cry in your laughter,
you are grown.
I hope not. I want to keep that child like imagination and thought. I love this post. Very inspiring!!!
Thank you so much Nancy for posting my painting and thank you to all the nice people who left comments.
I think we all have a kid inside ourselves no matter what age we are. It pops-out from time to time. Don't you think?
It was my pleasure, Flor, to feature your beautiful artwork:)
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