Mittwoch

Sorry for the short posts as of late. I am slowly starting to get into a pattern here, it feels more familiar. It is a funny thing. For the last 3 days I have leisurely walked to the bus stop until I saw the bus, then I jog to catch it. In the same place for three days I have had to run. One would think I would learn to leave the house 30 seconds earlier...I see the same children pushing each other around on the bus. I see the same mothers scolding their children. I walk by the same shops, I recognize street names. I even gave a man directions yesterday. I know just as I feel secure here, I will be leaving. The time goes so fast!

I went to the Henri Matisse exhibit yesterday for the second time. I enjoyed it more I think. He certainly went through many styles of painting, although kept a consistent theme of bare breasted women. It was interesting because along side the exhibit were some photos taken in his studio in the 1930's. The photos show him painting with a naked woman posing for him. It is so interesting how provocative the photos are...and how the art is so different to look at. A nude painting vs. a nude photo. Pornography vs. art? Is that the question?