Whose Vantage Point? And How Much is Our Own Perspective Controlled by it? But I Digress

Disclosure:  This piece appears in slightly different form in a private social media post. Please click the link at the end of this post to read an excellent article in the London Review of Books by Julian Barnes about French Impressionistic painter Berthe Morisot and her sisters, Yves and Edma. The article in the LRB  includes an excellent quotation attributed to Gustav Flaubert: “The story of a louse can be as beautiful as the history of Alexander the Great — everything depends on the execution.” I sensed this piece by Julian Barnes did not embellish unrealistically on the lives of Berthe Morisot or … Continue reading Whose Vantage Point? And How Much is Our Own Perspective Controlled by it? But I Digress

Trauma and Creativity

I’m not sure what made me a writer. Part of it may be in the genes.  One close relative was a writer, but he wasn’t sure where he got the talent or the basic inclination.  Most of my blood relatives weren’t even readers, and they didn’t venture into other creative things. There were exceptions.  Some of the women developed traditional female interests, such as sewing, embroidery and crocheting.  They made beautiful things, and any knee-jerk feminist reaction to that would be a mistake.  Those women were artists, in spite of the fact that their art was expected of them. One … Continue reading Trauma and Creativity