Category Archives: Art and words

Spring in our Hearts

Good weather and the light have summoned me outdoors in my tiny courtyard.
It is small and sweet with two birch trees welcoming Spring with bursting buds … and quarreling sparrows.

We all keep a tiny shred of spring and hope in our hearts.

I have written these for the blog of a client. Nevertheless, they are the truest sentences that I know…

Art – Spring Explosive by Salvador Dali, 1965

REWORK

Rework
by David Heinemeier Hansson and Jason Fried

Probably the best book about business in the times of Corona…

Rework shows you a better, faster, easier way to succeed in business. Read it and you’ll know why plans are actually harmful, why you don’t need outside investors, and why you’re better off ignoring the competition. The truth is, you need less than you think. You don’t need to be a workaholic. You don’t need to staff up. You don’t need to waste time on paperwork or meetings. You don’t even need an office. Those are all just excuses.

What you really need to do is stop talking and start working.

Olive Fell

Beyond Google and Facebook advertising

While Google and Facebook both have advantages, they aren’t the only platforms to promote your brand online. There are plenty of alternatives out there and it may be time to look at a few of them.

https://searchengineland.com/beyond-google-and-facebook-advertising-17-ad-platforms-you-should-try-328356

Art – Auseklis Baušķenieks

Dawn

The crowd are gone, the revellers at rest;
The courteous host, and all-approving guest,
Again to that accustom’d couch must creep
Where joy subsides, and sorrow sighs to sleep,
And man, o’erlabour’d with his being’s strife,
Shrinks to that sweet forgetfulness of life:
[…]
What better name may slumber’s bed become?
Night’s sepulchre, the universal home,
Where weakness, strength, vice, virtue, sunk supine,
Alike in naked helplessness recline;

Glad for awhile to heave unconscious breath,
Yet wake to wrestle with the dread of death,
And shun, though day but dawn on ills increased,
That sleep, the loveliest, since it dreams the least.
George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824), Lara

Benjamin Haughton – Dawn