A New Year wish for you

by Andrada Costoiu

You, woman, man, or whatever you identify with, are like fire. With sparks or sometimes smoldering, you burn, you unfailingly burn….

Now, at the end of the year, it’s time to look at the balance: assess what you have achieved, what is it to do. You have dreams, plans, thoughts…. and together with them, your mind is wondering how many people have warmed up by your fire. How many have found hope in your words, how many have smiled, how many have found light or a bit of safety when there was darkness around them? Did they come? Did they? Are you alone?

Only you, deep down inside yourself, know what you’re feeling. And, just you, alone, now at the end of the year, put some more wood on your fire… to continue burning, for yourself … and for others, for the people that you know and for the ones that you don’t know. 

Let it be a good year for you! I wish you to burn full of life and full of dreams, and at the light of your fire to fulfill everything that your heart and mind desires!

Yoshitomo Nara

By Andrada Costoiu

Yesterday I took my son to the Los Angeles County Museum of Art. Periodically, we like to go look at beautiful…..or interesting art.
It is not always that art is fun, and pleasant. Sometimes, I find art dark, because it reflects the mood or the interior of the artist, and not all of us have lived through wonderful times and have wonderful stories to tell.
Yesterday, I was discussing the exhibitions with my 12 year old. Some of them were really dark, and he wanted us to move on quickly. We did. But when we ended up in this exhibition of Yoshimoto Nara, a Japanese artist that I have not heard of before, my son was fascinated. SO was I.
Some of Nara’s paintings of children and animals looked both sweet….and sinister. But I saw some kind of spirit in each of them….I saw human nature.
I am posting several of the paintings here, including a remake of his drawing studio.


When I show up in the morning at the top of the stairs, she is already waiting for me, sitting at the bottom.   She lets out a short meow, or maybe two, and I know she is telling me good morning. She’s not a small cat, or perhaps she looks this way because of her big hair.  She also has short legs.
I make myself coffee, and with  the cup  in my hand  I  sit on the couch. She comes and cuddles next to me.
She has a cute head, and it makes me smile when she follows me with her eyes as I respond emails, as if she is wondering what plans do I have today.
I like her eyes the most. Have you ever looked into your pet’s eyes? They are as expressive as those of humans. Maybe even more expressive. Hers are curious and innocent.
I don’t know when in the past cats became domesticated animals, maybe it  happened when peasants started giving food to wild cats to reward them for catching the mice that destroyed the corn and grain they stored in their silos?  I don’t know……. But  I’m glad it  happened, I’m glad that I have  Lizzy.