Hypnos was the Greek God of sleep. He was often depicted with wings on the side of his face. Although he is said to have dwelt in a cave, here he is under the light of the harvest moon ready to hypnotize you.
As a side note, Hypnos' twin brother was Thanatos, God of Death.
I certainly feel more alive after I sleep, but da Vinci and others loathed sleep.
Ben Franklin wrote, "There will be sleeping enough in the grave."
Addie in front of her Altar to honor her grandfather, Lonie Rudd
at the Indianapolis Art Center.
This Saturday, October 29th the Indianapolis Art Center will be hosting a Day of the Dead Celebration. Celebrate the lives of our loved ones by participating in the workshops, hearing music and viewing the altar exhibit. I will be sharing stories at 2:30pm.
I have been sharing a lot of "scary" stories lately.
Most teachers who book me for a storytelling performance in October say that they want scary stories, but not TOO scary.
One of my favorites is the Belly Button Beastie, a Japanese folktale about a boy who has his belly button stolen by a monster that turns out to be friendly.
When my daughter Emmaline was four I read the story of the Gingerbread Man to her. After the horrible demise of our hero, I asked Em if this story was scary. She rolled her eyes (just like a teenager!) and said, "Mom, he is a cookie."
My friends went to an Art vs. Art competition last Friday night.
In one of these competitions artists submit paintings that are then voted on by a crowd of people. The winning paintings are bought. The losers are submitted to the "wheel of death" which determines how they will be destroyed. Death by saw was the crowd's favorite.
Is this wrong I ask you?
My gut says yes, this is so counterproductive. Why create something when a mob could have it chopped to bits? (And isn't this saw business in front of a bunch of people dangerous? The mom in me can't help but think this is a bad idea.)
But then... I used to wax philosophical that art is about the process not the product.
This Painting is going to be included in the Day of the Dead Show at the Indianapolis Art Center to honor the life of my Grandfather, Lonie Rudd. I imagined him as a boy in Kentucky surrounded by nature on the farm where he grew up. As an old man he planted many trees.
May the children in your life be surrounded by such beauty!