Post by Carlisle Cullen on Oct 7, 2012 14:41:57 GMT -5
*Walking across my office to peruse a medium sized oil painting. At first glance the painting is deceptively simple, a pastoral of the White Mountain in New Hampshire. Allowing yourself to enter the painting you can almost feel the predawn light warming the soul, you can smell the dew burning off the foliage. You hear cows lowing ready to be milked for the day, hearing the wind moving the ancient oaks making them creak and groan. Seeing the sky reflected in the quiet glass like water.
You can feel the soul of the artist Asher Brown Durand in this painting, he was my favorite of the Hudson River Painters. He was a deeply spiritual man who began life as a engraver, feeling that his life was incomplete in that career moving on to become a renown painter. Buying what he didn't have commissioned, loving the simplistic seeming style until you "walked" into the painting. I attended his funeral, seeing how many he touched through his creativity.
Until finding Edward, I lacked that spark that makes your heart open and receive love. Like many other vampires I was a collector, I collected a great many things. Others think my family is my greatest collection, I see it as my salvation. Without them I would still be a collector who lacks feelings, looking at everything as a treasure. My family is my greatest treasure, but so much more than that, they are my heart and soul the reason I carry on .
Living forever can wear down on your psyche. Can make you lose touch with whatever made you special. I have weathered many strife's and wars. The one thing about living in that time, it gives perspective, making you take note of those in your life that move you to persevere, desiring to protect what makes your existence have meaning.
Walking over looking at the pictures I have spread out on my desk making my features soften with love. Renesme, my pooh bear, documenting her changes some of which is almost daily, I have had taken numerous pictures, some of which her looking like Papa again really. Photography doesn't capture her soul as one would do in a painting. When her continual growth slows, I will contact our portrait painter, a vampire in Italy to come visit and paint my dearling, when she can sit still long enough. Touching the down soft cheek in the photo smiling. Nothing is too much for my Pooh Bear.*
You can feel the soul of the artist Asher Brown Durand in this painting, he was my favorite of the Hudson River Painters. He was a deeply spiritual man who began life as a engraver, feeling that his life was incomplete in that career moving on to become a renown painter. Buying what he didn't have commissioned, loving the simplistic seeming style until you "walked" into the painting. I attended his funeral, seeing how many he touched through his creativity.
Until finding Edward, I lacked that spark that makes your heart open and receive love. Like many other vampires I was a collector, I collected a great many things. Others think my family is my greatest collection, I see it as my salvation. Without them I would still be a collector who lacks feelings, looking at everything as a treasure. My family is my greatest treasure, but so much more than that, they are my heart and soul the reason I carry on .
Living forever can wear down on your psyche. Can make you lose touch with whatever made you special. I have weathered many strife's and wars. The one thing about living in that time, it gives perspective, making you take note of those in your life that move you to persevere, desiring to protect what makes your existence have meaning.
Walking over looking at the pictures I have spread out on my desk making my features soften with love. Renesme, my pooh bear, documenting her changes some of which is almost daily, I have had taken numerous pictures, some of which her looking like Papa again really. Photography doesn't capture her soul as one would do in a painting. When her continual growth slows, I will contact our portrait painter, a vampire in Italy to come visit and paint my dearling, when she can sit still long enough. Touching the down soft cheek in the photo smiling. Nothing is too much for my Pooh Bear.*
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