Garden Fence

 Why do things always look better on the other side of the fence? Vivid colors peeking through-our minds fill in the blanks with visions of beauty. Desires and fantasies…the stuff of daydreams.

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11 Responses to “Garden Fence”

  1. kevmoore Says:

    Shelley, your entry here brought back some bittersweet memories for me. Some years ago, whilst touring Israel with Christie, I felt compelled to visit the Museum of the Holocaust, Yad Vashem, on the hills overlooking Jerusalem. It was a sobering, humbling, and horrifying experience. There was a section where they displayed art from those doomed, incarcerated, persecuted masses. It was enough to make you weep. Exquisitely carved figures, made from slivers of wood taken from their bunks, and paintings, so many paintings. A common thread ran through them all. The foreground was dark, black, foreboding…but beyond the confines of their camp they had drawn nature in all its glory, a powerful symbol of their hope for freedom. This art, and the people who created it, lives in a state of grace, soaring above man’s inhumanity to man.

  2. shelleymhouse Says:

    That is a very intense story, Kevin. Thank you for sharing it here. An extreme example of how the human spirit searches for beauty, even in the ugliest of circumstances.

  3. Yolanda Says:

    Everything that is good and beautiful is inside.I susbscribe to the idea thet everything material is Maya, illusion. But how difficult to really live by that philosophy in veryday life. Reality is sometimes cruel but it never crushes the good in humanity. What a wondeful post! I am enlightened again.

  4. shelleymhouse Says:

    Wonderful comment, Yolanda. Thank you!

  5. Michael Says:

    Why do things always look better on the other side of the fence? This is an illusion for it is outside of us and therefore not in our control. How can one no all the people, places and things that go together to make up a persons life? We cannot ever know ours if you want the truth. Life is the expansion of light where there is no beginning not end. Our delusion is that we own our own thoughts when in fact we are as a race and as individuals tied to the psychological and historical memory. Until we can break free and expand like the light we will long for and desire and suffer.

  6. Ryan Says:

    the other side of the fence looks like a world of LSD and hallucinogenics! be safe, stay behind the fence!!!

  7. shelleymhouse Says:

    Such interesting comments! Thank you, Michael, for expanding our thoughts on this idea of illusion and desire. And Ryan…I will do my best to stay safe 🙂

  8. Miki Says:

    Good morning Shelley!
    I am coming back regularly to your blog, but you are not here adn I miss you… I know you have much to do,but are you sure you can’t secretly find a fissure in time to show us here a new piece of art from you? or to write us a poem? A tiny little one perhaps? I’m sure your other friends here are missing you too…

  9. shelleymhouse Says:

    You are so sweet, Miki. Thank you. I actually started a new piece in my head yesterday, first one in quite a while, it seems. I will try to get it down on paper soon. I have also been busy behind the scenes here, working on a new website to sell my art from. I am really excited about it, and will share the news when it is ready.

    I miss all of you, too! I can’t wait to get back 🙂

  10. kevmoore Says:

    Hi Shelley, just wanted to pop in and tell you, Ive composed a special Christmas song for all our friends in Cafe Crem which Ive posted this morning, check it out when you have time. In the meantime, A very Merry Christmas to you and your family!

  11. Miki Says:

    Merry Christmas Shelley, Nicole, and all your beloved ones!


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