A very inspirational and magical post from 2014 ….
Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Bubbles
I’m forever blowing bubbles
Pretty bubbles in the air……
They fly so high, nearly reach the sky
Then like my dreams they fade and die…….
When you look at a bubble, what do you see? Do they reflect reality? They are ethereal. Like a thought. A kiss. A memory.
They exist for only a moment. Yet resonate in our memory long after.
They make us wonder: What did I just see?
The possibilities are endless. You ask — is it real? Does it matter?
Are they reflections of our existence? A moment out of a million? A billion? Out of a nanosecond?
It doesn’t matter if their existence makes a difference in the world.

A difference in my life, or yours.

All that matters is they are beautiful. Fleeting. They float on air.

And for the briefest of moments, they exist.

As do we.








Super !
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Nice. My current social name is Bubbles, so I extra like this!!
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Get out! So you are effervescent and colorful and float on air, eh? Love it!
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LOL!! As I always point out, that’s my social personna. I now crash when I get home.
I assumed the name cause it’s easy to remember. Now I want my house painted with giant bubbles. I live katy-corner from an elementary school and think the kids would love it. Problem is… $$$$$
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Hmmm…. Something to think about….🤔
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I previously wanted to paint my house leopard print. I think neighbors would be far cooler with bubbles!
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All you need are various circles to outline, couple swishes of light light paint, a thin white wash and spray glitter ! I’m working on it…
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my goodness… I could spend a couple days wandering and wondering around a gallery of bubble art!
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I know — bubbles are so ethereal, so colorful, so fragile. I’ve always had a soft spot for bubbles….
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