tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646923.post1645991271792508202..comments2023-10-12T04:19:57.931-04:00Comments on No Polar Coordinates: Easter Gift From a Dead Mother, Take 2Mary Stebbins Taitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10626507461216769140noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646923.post-14545459172392798162009-02-03T06:00:00.000-05:002009-02-03T06:00:00.000-05:00WOW, Steve, thank you for this thoughtful, attenti...WOW, Steve, thank you for this thoughtful, attentive and encouraging comment, I really appreciate it! SUPER COMMENT.<BR/><BR/>I've seen your thoughtful comments on other blogs! I think you get the thoughtful, encouraging comment award!Mary Stebbins Taitthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10626507461216769140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646923.post-7919418822774215032009-02-01T22:43:00.000-05:002009-02-01T22:43:00.000-05:00What wonderful images. The thought of this precio...What wonderful images. The thought of this precious money mixed in with ordinary bills, spent on ordinary things, released from the decades of deliberation (which your mother would have recognized and laughed/cried over, as you said)... Meaning is so complex, and as fragile as gossamer and as binding as chains all at once. Compelling - and I mean that word in every sense. You captured that so well.<BR/><BR/>I love the colors in the painting - the way the blues and violets make the bow pop, and the rainbow of colors (as the poem said) in the lower section.<BR/><BR/>Thank you for posting this - it was a joy.Steve Emeryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08628329561652344403noreply@blogger.com