What was the last work of art you remember seeing?

           I see and feel everything in an artful way. Wether it is ugly or beautiful it still leaps onto my internal, sense-awareness, energetic-affectivity chart. The most impactful work of art I saw was this morning, when I walked into Ruben's, my son's room and there he was standing in his cot.... everything thrown out of it onto the floor..... what a creation. Him; round, moon-face, fluffy, curly hair as big as a motorcycle helmet, full of now, full of "Juice" in essence and expectancy... what a work of Art.

What also came to mind is the woman on the right in these pictures. She is my Great Grandmother, Etty, and therefore, Ruben's Great Great Grandmother. The other two are her sisters. She had 14 children. Her daughter's: my grandmother's; Miriam's ashes were scattered in a field last weekend. My grandmother died on March 11 this year, my birthday. I felt touched and communicated-with by that synchronicity. The work of art of generations..... the work of art of a camera to capture images....... and eyes to see....... and senses to feel..... and connective energy..... and existing through relationship......

Sharon