<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475132553139170644</id><updated>2012-01-28T23:42:31.723-08:00</updated><category term='friends&apos; choices'/><category term='answer from a friend'/><category term='Relationship Ended Before Its Time'/><category term='simplicity in life'/><category term='Picasso'/><category term='Georges Seurat'/><category term='deepened art'/><category term='tranquility in art'/><category term='dreams benefit your friends'/><category term='Vincent Van Gogh'/><category term='breathe in art'/><category term='screw-ups'/><category term='Art mistakes'/><category term='simplicity in art'/><category term='grandeur of life'/><category term='altered view of art'/><category term='mood over exact representation'/><category term='fixing your art'/><category term='complexity in life'/><category term='life mistakes'/><category term='fixing a friend&apos;s life'/><category term='same-old same-old'/><category term='marred art'/><category term='the permanence of mistakes'/><category term='science fiction for teens'/><category term='decision making'/><category term='becoming you'/><category term='fixing a friend&apos;s art'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='complexity in art'/><category term='Focal Point of Life'/><category term='Claude Monet'/><category term='emotion'/><category term='guts to achieve dreams'/><category term='chasing your dream'/><category term='cracked mosaic'/><category term='second thoughts'/><category term='fixing your life'/><category term='Cloning'/><category term='personal goals'/><category term='beauty from the divine'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='depth of connection'/><category term='Jill Williamson'/><category term='dreams benefit you'/><category term='do-over'/><title type='text'>The Art of My Life</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm Aly Logan, a 23-year-old art-lover with just enough intelligence and hotness to get by. I dream and love with desperation. Even my regrets chisel my soul with a sharpness that screams, "I am real!" But I only exist as a character in the pages of The Art Of My Life, by Ann Lee Miller. Yeah, it sucks for me. But, hey, there are worse things.... So, if you want to talk about how art dissembles life or if you missed having an imaginary friend as a kid, here's your chance.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aly Logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442708411342470888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwvABaYQnKY/Tkmyt3OYZCI/AAAAAAAAADw/cidTL7E-l94/s220/IMG_3412.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475132553139170644.post-6530094790587158786</id><published>2012-01-28T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:17:30.645-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Focal Point of Life'/><title type='text'>What's The Focal Point of Your Art/Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;photography by Matthew Adamson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HtfaQcCpcII/TyTwXQGJKfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_Phf9yPzRq4/s1600/230115_1718890251244_1207903580_31470779_7173693_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HtfaQcCpcII/TyTwXQGJKfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_Phf9yPzRq4/s320/230115_1718890251244_1207903580_31470779_7173693_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Like a life, every good piece of art has a focal point. When I started The Art of My Life six years ago, I thought my focal point was my blog—for about a month. Then, whatever relationship I was in, my career. Finally, I found my focal point in the Divine. What’s yours?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Aly&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475132553139170644-6530094790587158786?l=the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6530094790587158786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2012/01/whats-focal-point-of-your-artlife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/6530094790587158786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/6530094790587158786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2012/01/whats-focal-point-of-your-artlife.html' title='What&apos;s The Focal Point of Your Art/Life?'/><author><name>Aly Logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442708411342470888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwvABaYQnKY/Tkmyt3OYZCI/AAAAAAAAADw/cidTL7E-l94/s220/IMG_3412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HtfaQcCpcII/TyTwXQGJKfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_Phf9yPzRq4/s72-c/230115_1718890251244_1207903580_31470779_7173693_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475132553139170644.post-8148106425158837606</id><published>2012-01-26T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:16:17.200-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship Ended Before Its Time'/><title type='text'>Before Its Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;photography by Matthew Adamson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RZaELq5IZWM/TyHbMSfbDSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yrIWWcXRTuw/s1600/267955_1876875040765_1207903580_31632739_6965138_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RZaELq5IZWM/TyHbMSfbDSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yrIWWcXRTuw/s320/267955_1876875040765_1207903580_31632739_6965138_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Have you ever had a painting or relationship that was snatched away before its time? What do you do with the agony left in its wake? I don’t want to waste my suffering. Or worse, distill it down to bitterness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Aly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475132553139170644-8148106425158837606?l=the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8148106425158837606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2012/01/have-you-ever-had-painting-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/8148106425158837606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/8148106425158837606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2012/01/have-you-ever-had-painting-or.html' title='Before Its Time'/><author><name>Aly Logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442708411342470888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwvABaYQnKY/Tkmyt3OYZCI/AAAAAAAAADw/cidTL7E-l94/s220/IMG_3412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RZaELq5IZWM/TyHbMSfbDSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yrIWWcXRTuw/s72-c/267955_1876875040765_1207903580_31632739_6965138_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475132553139170644.post-4600720895862100031</id><published>2011-12-30T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:13:12.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science fiction for teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill Williamson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cloning'/><title type='text'>Replication is Freaking Good Read!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I usually stick to art, but I had to tell you about a crazy fantastic book I read recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Replication makes cloning sound real. Riveting characters grabbed me from the start and never let me go with romance, suspense, and exotic settings. Even the bad guys felt real. I will absolutely read another Williamson title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If you hate it, well, I can't help it if you have lousy taste in literature. I only hope your artistic sensibilities are better. I'm just sayin'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jillwilliamson.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/ReplicationSidebar4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://jillwilliamson.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/ReplicationSidebar4.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475132553139170644-4600720895862100031?l=the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4600720895862100031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/12/replication-is-crazy-good-read.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/4600720895862100031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/4600720895862100031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/12/replication-is-crazy-good-read.html' title='Replication is Freaking Good Read!'/><author><name>Aly Logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442708411342470888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwvABaYQnKY/Tkmyt3OYZCI/AAAAAAAAADw/cidTL7E-l94/s220/IMG_3412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475132553139170644.post-37932172809566016</id><published>2011-12-30T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:42:31.743-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends&apos; choices'/><title type='text'>Goals for One Person--Yourself!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: right; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You can only have goals for one person in life—yourself—because you are the only person you can control. You can hope your friends make good choices, but ultimately, it’s up to them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hzazbrEHWNs/TyHc6V3QKzI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vADYPEidNBA/s1600/403840_331311613547300_100000053925457_1405904_561828252_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hzazbrEHWNs/TyHc6V3QKzI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vADYPEidNBA/s320/403840_331311613547300_100000053925457_1405904_561828252_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;photography by Matthew Adamson&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475132553139170644-37932172809566016?l=the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/37932172809566016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/12/goals-for-one-person-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/37932172809566016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/37932172809566016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/12/goals-for-one-person-yourself.html' title='Goals for One Person--Yourself!'/><author><name>Aly Logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442708411342470888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwvABaYQnKY/Tkmyt3OYZCI/AAAAAAAAADw/cidTL7E-l94/s220/IMG_3412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hzazbrEHWNs/TyHc6V3QKzI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vADYPEidNBA/s72-c/403840_331311613547300_100000053925457_1405904_561828252_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475132553139170644.post-5561760852659148809</id><published>2011-12-29T21:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:20:13.599-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art mistakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the permanence of mistakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life mistakes'/><title type='text'>My Personal Disaster Etched on My Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: right; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;photography by Matthew Adamson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6fs0-jyNQ2M/TyHgnUUUoWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/E92t7UIMuo8/s1600/205775_1680344007612_1207903580_31418739_99693_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6fs0-jyNQ2M/TyHgnUUUoWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/E92t7UIMuo8/s320/205775_1680344007612_1207903580_31418739_99693_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;So, I made a wrong stroke. I knew it was wrong, but I did it anyway because I wanted to. Now the picture is ruined. I suspected I’d already screwed it up a long time ago, but now sunlight gleams on my personal disaster. It doesn’t matter what I do with the canvas, it’s etched on my soul and will always live inside me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Aly&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475132553139170644-5561760852659148809?l=the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5561760852659148809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-personal-disaster-etched-on-my-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/5561760852659148809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/5561760852659148809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-personal-disaster-etched-on-my-soul.html' title='My Personal Disaster Etched on My Soul'/><author><name>Aly Logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442708411342470888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwvABaYQnKY/Tkmyt3OYZCI/AAAAAAAAADw/cidTL7E-l94/s220/IMG_3412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6fs0-jyNQ2M/TyHgnUUUoWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/E92t7UIMuo8/s72-c/205775_1680344007612_1207903580_31418739_99693_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475132553139170644.post-6705793710794121415</id><published>2011-11-22T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:22:13.733-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complexity in art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complexity in life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simplicity in life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simplicity in art'/><title type='text'>Simplicity or Complexity, What's Your Preference?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: right; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Simplicity or complexity, which is preferred in art or life? I just chose simplicity, and now I desperately want complexity. What’s your take?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Aly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a1PEu6jFZjw/TyHhOvUVnVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TUqFJU4azWM/s1600/206919_1680345087639_1207903580_31418746_6736326_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a1PEu6jFZjw/TyHhOvUVnVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TUqFJU4azWM/s320/206919_1680345087639_1207903580_31418746_6736326_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;photography by Matthew Adamson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475132553139170644-6705793710794121415?l=the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6705793710794121415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/11/simplicity-or-complexity-whats-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/6705793710794121415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/6705793710794121415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/11/simplicity-or-complexity-whats-your.html' title='Simplicity or Complexity, What&apos;s Your Preference?'/><author><name>Aly Logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442708411342470888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwvABaYQnKY/Tkmyt3OYZCI/AAAAAAAAADw/cidTL7E-l94/s220/IMG_3412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a1PEu6jFZjw/TyHhOvUVnVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TUqFJU4azWM/s72-c/206919_1680345087639_1207903580_31418746_6736326_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475132553139170644.post-5734994544053282772</id><published>2011-11-10T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:24:15.675-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cracked mosaic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='becoming you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answer from a friend'/><title type='text'>Help Fixing the Cracked Mosaic of Your Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kSaVvpmg08s/TyHeBSW2edI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ntm9ogCL0nk/s1600/Surfers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kSaVvpmg08s/TyHeBSW2edI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ntm9ogCL0nk/s320/Surfers.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Sometimes a friend has the one answer you desperately need to fix the cracked mosaic of your life. Now, you’re free to become who you were originally supposed to be. Happy becoming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Aly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475132553139170644-5734994544053282772?l=the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5734994544053282772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/11/help-fixing-cracked-mosaic-of-your-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/5734994544053282772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/5734994544053282772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/11/help-fixing-cracked-mosaic-of-your-life.html' title='Help Fixing the Cracked Mosaic of Your Life'/><author><name>Aly Logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442708411342470888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwvABaYQnKY/Tkmyt3OYZCI/AAAAAAAAADw/cidTL7E-l94/s220/IMG_3412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kSaVvpmg08s/TyHeBSW2edI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ntm9ogCL0nk/s72-c/Surfers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475132553139170644.post-6968706236330174998</id><published>2011-10-30T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:25:00.375-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do-over'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art mistakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screw-ups'/><title type='text'>Back to Blank</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Do you ever feel like I do, that you just want to go back to blank? No matter what, you can’t get all your mistakes off the canvas. I’ve got like six layers of white paint over my screw-ups, but, folks, it just ain’t the same.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Aly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQt5PtOuJXw/TksG-6BhawI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1DwH6Jju6Yg/s320/127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQt5PtOuJXw/TksG-6BhawI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1DwH6Jju6Yg/s320/127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475132553139170644-6968706236330174998?l=the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6968706236330174998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/back-to-blank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/6968706236330174998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/6968706236330174998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/back-to-blank.html' title='Back to Blank'/><author><name>Aly Logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442708411342470888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwvABaYQnKY/Tkmyt3OYZCI/AAAAAAAAADw/cidTL7E-l94/s220/IMG_3412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQt5PtOuJXw/TksG-6BhawI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1DwH6Jju6Yg/s72-c/127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475132553139170644.post-1715209495400913278</id><published>2011-10-29T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:28:19.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams benefit your friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams benefit you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chasing your dream'/><title type='text'>Performance Art At Its Bravest And Most Sacrificial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;photography by Luke Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/63427_10150109089840879_705830878_7471473_2612187_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/63427_10150109089840879_705830878_7471473_2612187_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: right; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: right; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Well, I did it—dove off the cliff into my dream. If you don’t hear from me again, I crashed on the rocks. But the dive arced with graceful abandonment, performance art at its bravest and most sacrificial. I did this for myself. But I did it for my friend, too. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Aly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/31815_426911430878_705830878_5445131_1168924_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/31815_426911430878_705830878_5445131_1168924_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;photography by Luke Miller&lt;i&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475132553139170644-1715209495400913278?l=the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1715209495400913278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/performance-art-at-its-bravest-and-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/1715209495400913278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/1715209495400913278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/performance-art-at-its-bravest-and-most.html' title='Performance Art At Its Bravest And Most Sacrificial'/><author><name>Aly Logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442708411342470888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwvABaYQnKY/Tkmyt3OYZCI/AAAAAAAAADw/cidTL7E-l94/s220/IMG_3412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475132553139170644.post-5943186049229891879</id><published>2011-10-24T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:30:08.493-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guts to achieve dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vincent Van Gogh'/><title type='text'>Do I Have the Guts to Chase My Dreams?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/91/Vincent_van_Gogh,_Beach_with_Figures_and_Sea_with_Ship.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/91/Vincent_van_Gogh,_Beach_with_Figures_and_Sea_with_Ship.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;European Landscape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;By Vincent Van Gogh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: right; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: right; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I find myself staring at my dreams. Do I have the guts to face the pain it will take to achieve them? Did Van Gogh achieve his goal or just the pain?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Aly&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475132553139170644-5943186049229891879?l=the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5943186049229891879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/european-landscapes-by-vincent-van-gogh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/5943186049229891879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/5943186049229891879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/european-landscapes-by-vincent-van-gogh.html' title='Do I Have the Guts to Chase My Dreams?'/><author><name>Aly Logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442708411342470888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwvABaYQnKY/Tkmyt3OYZCI/AAAAAAAAADw/cidTL7E-l94/s220/IMG_3412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475132553139170644.post-1478666604758232237</id><published>2011-10-17T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:31:07.587-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decision making'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vincent Van Gogh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second thoughts'/><title type='text'>Why Did Van Gogh Bleed Color?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: right; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Why did Van Gogh bleed bold color and strokes on canvas? Did he go crazy because he chose wrong? Have you ever made a decision and been plagued with second thoughts?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: right; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTsQtXwjOth7BLJ4Y9xcnQsPi52-GH5FeIwL8GAk4iPJip8Sm4J" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTsQtXwjOth7BLJ4Y9xcnQsPi52-GH5FeIwL8GAk4iPJip8Sm4J" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Wheatfield With Crows, Vincent Van Gogh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: right; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: right; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475132553139170644-1478666604758232237?l=the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1478666604758232237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-did-van-gogh-bleed-color.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/1478666604758232237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/1478666604758232237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-did-van-gogh-bleed-color.html' title='Why Did Van Gogh Bleed Color?'/><author><name>Aly Logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442708411342470888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwvABaYQnKY/Tkmyt3OYZCI/AAAAAAAAADw/cidTL7E-l94/s220/IMG_3412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475132553139170644.post-555209605013695421</id><published>2011-10-17T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:33:13.914-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decision making'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claude Monet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Georges Seurat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art mistakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picasso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood over exact representation'/><title type='text'>How Do You Make a Decision?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS2m_NcIA8S2rKScPK1xKPNIERDI2672D9XtifNg4eHAoJgFsdLiQ" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS2m_NcIA8S2rKScPK1xKPNIERDI2672D9XtifNg4eHAoJgFsdLiQ" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;The Red Boats, Claude Monet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Why did Monet choose mood over exact representation?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSF7t28gIu__IXJoTqDc4kCW-n8GJX0Yn9S2DRMIbTbo-DDqeN_gg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSF7t28gIu__IXJoTqDc4kCW-n8GJX0Yn9S2DRMIbTbo-DDqeN_gg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Youngster Wearing Hat, Georges Seurat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Was Georges Seurat OCD or did he just like dots?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRb_q6BB82chscKCJigUjh4lcpk6QrE6ZyHvmxWmElL9IMPdm8lzw" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRb_q6BB82chscKCJigUjh4lcpk6QrE6ZyHvmxWmElL9IMPdm8lzw" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px;"&gt;Verre et pichet, Pablo Picasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;What if Picasso had spent his life painting portraits or landscapes? How do you make a decision?&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475132553139170644-555209605013695421?l=the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/555209605013695421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-do-you-make-decision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/555209605013695421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/555209605013695421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-do-you-make-decision.html' title='How Do You Make a Decision?'/><author><name>Aly Logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442708411342470888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwvABaYQnKY/Tkmyt3OYZCI/AAAAAAAAADw/cidTL7E-l94/s220/IMG_3412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475132553139170644.post-8694931397361281890</id><published>2011-10-17T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T10:53:25.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art on The Art of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Oh, and to respond to a question I had yesterday—one that comes up every so often—the drawings on The Art of My Life that change every week are not my work. I’m more of an art lover than an artist. A friend did the drawings, but for reasons I’m not up for sharing, he shall remain anonymous. Toodles!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475132553139170644-8694931397361281890?l=the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8694931397361281890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/art-on-art-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/8694931397361281890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/8694931397361281890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/art-on-art-of-my-life.html' title='The Art on The Art of My Life'/><author><name>Aly Logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442708411342470888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwvABaYQnKY/Tkmyt3OYZCI/AAAAAAAAADw/cidTL7E-l94/s220/IMG_3412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475132553139170644.post-2074443875332161114</id><published>2011-09-14T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:36:15.380-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fixing your life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fixing a friend&apos;s life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fixing a friend&apos;s art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fixing your art'/><title type='text'>Fixing Art or Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;photography by Luke Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-srkYR9Mczvc/TnD1fGhSeJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pPj_2iV08sQ/s1600/Photo0176.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-srkYR9Mczvc/TnD1fGhSeJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pPj_2iV08sQ/s320/Photo0176.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: right; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Have you ever known exactly what someone else should do to fix their opus or life, but you can’t do anything about it because it’s their art, their existence? You stomp your foot and fume, but they don’t rescue themselves—not even if you spell out how in three easy steps. But turn to the canvas on your own easel, the face in your mirror—and all of a sudden you’re as clueless as your friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475132553139170644-2074443875332161114?l=the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2074443875332161114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/fixing-art-or-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/2074443875332161114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/2074443875332161114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/fixing-art-or-life.html' title='Fixing Art or Life'/><author><name>Aly Logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442708411342470888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwvABaYQnKY/Tkmyt3OYZCI/AAAAAAAAADw/cidTL7E-l94/s220/IMG_3412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-srkYR9Mczvc/TnD1fGhSeJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pPj_2iV08sQ/s72-c/Photo0176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475132553139170644.post-2558310672525011013</id><published>2011-08-25T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:37:37.169-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='same-old same-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandeur of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depth of connection'/><title type='text'>Same-old, Same-old Meets Grandeur of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;photography by Luke Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DBIeDBmYLLM/TlbA1qB_YkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4cuw68M-X80/s1600/IMG_3312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DBIeDBmYLLM/TlbA1qB_YkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4cuw68M-X80/s320/IMG_3312.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Is it just me, or does the grandeur of life sometimes sneak up on you? I was going on in my same-old, same-old life when grandeur walked through my front door. Beauty, emotion, depth of connection. Art.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475132553139170644-2558310672525011013?l=the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2558310672525011013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/same-old-same-old-meets-grandeur-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/2558310672525011013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/2558310672525011013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/same-old-same-old-meets-grandeur-of.html' title='Same-old, Same-old Meets Grandeur of Life'/><author><name>Aly Logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442708411342470888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwvABaYQnKY/Tkmyt3OYZCI/AAAAAAAAADw/cidTL7E-l94/s220/IMG_3412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DBIeDBmYLLM/TlbA1qB_YkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4cuw68M-X80/s72-c/IMG_3312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475132553139170644.post-999129568564668205</id><published>2011-08-16T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:39:00.865-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty from the divine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breathe in art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tranquility in art'/><title type='text'>Breathing In Beauty, Tranquility</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oJ_ZLdj5r6s/TksE6WMOkII/AAAAAAAAAEU/l7fP3fpougE/s1600/Sun+on+Ocean.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oJ_ZLdj5r6s/TksE6WMOkII/AAAAAAAAAEU/l7fP3fpougE/s320/Sun+on+Ocean.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Am I wacked, or do you ever stand in front of your favorite picture and try to breathe it in before you have to face something you dread? Does art bring tranquility? Is beauty an outgrowth of the divine? Thoughts?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Aly&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475132553139170644-999129568564668205?l=the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/999129568564668205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/breathing-in-beauty-tranquility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/999129568564668205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/999129568564668205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/breathing-in-beauty-tranquility.html' title='Breathing In Beauty, Tranquility'/><author><name>Aly Logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442708411342470888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwvABaYQnKY/Tkmyt3OYZCI/AAAAAAAAADw/cidTL7E-l94/s220/IMG_3412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oJ_ZLdj5r6s/TksE6WMOkII/AAAAAAAAAEU/l7fP3fpougE/s72-c/Sun+on+Ocean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475132553139170644.post-4437723044546408459</id><published>2011-08-15T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:40:59.636-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='altered view of art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marred art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deepened art'/><title type='text'>Irreparably Marred or Deepened?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; photography by Luke Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/185660_1603414884432_1207903580_31312716_752467_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/185660_1603414884432_1207903580_31312716_752467_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ever have a painting you've stared at for years and loved? Then, one day, you see something which alters the way you view the piece forever. And you have to decide whether the art has been irreparably marred or merely deepened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Aly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3475132553139170644-4437723044546408459?l=the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4437723044546408459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/irreparably-marred-or-deepened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/4437723044546408459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3475132553139170644/posts/default/4437723044546408459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-art-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/irreparably-marred-or-deepened.html' title='Irreparably Marred or Deepened?'/><author><name>Aly Logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442708411342470888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwvABaYQnKY/Tkmyt3OYZCI/AAAAAAAAADw/cidTL7E-l94/s220/IMG_3412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
