(Marc Chagall, Over the Town, 1918, Public Domain) “Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - - Emily Dickinson Marc Chagall painted people flying. Flying like we might in our dreams, floating over rivers or rooftops, released from gravity’s pull. Chagall lived to be 97 years old. Maybe his artistic vision was lit by the trials of a life that spanned many of Russia’s darkest moments. Born Moishe Shagal, he grew up in Russia’s Pale of Settlement, not permitted, as a Jew, to live outside the area. Chagall was 16 when a three-year wave of pogroms began to sweep through Russia killing thousands of Jews, wounding more, and destroying their homes. While Chagall moved to Paris in 1910 to pursue his art, he returned to Russia in 1914 to marry Bella Rosenfeld. They planned to return to Paris together but were unable to leave Russia when WWI began and the borders were closed.
I used to have flying dreams as a child. I wanted to escape the world I didn’t fit into. I have hope for one day joining the angels who are filled with light.
I used to have flying dreams as a child. I wanted to escape the world I didn’t fit into. I have hope for one day joining the angels who are filled with light.
You wear yours well with love, faith and dignity.