Jul. 17th, 2005

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I'm going to be very sappy here. It's MY wall, it means something, and needs to be documented. So there.
Grammar is more for expression than correctness- I really do know how to use it, after all.

Pictures on my wall: Up to down, left to right.

Helen Keller wearing her graduation cap, diploma in hand. I really admire Helen Keller for her genius and perseverance, and I also admire the people who stood by her and helped her to become the amazing woman she was. Also for all the books that I was given as a child about her because of my brother, and for a dream I had as a child. The Smithsonian caption reads "Praised for her ‘unconquerable grit,’ Helen Keller, 23, graduates cum laude from Radcliff College in 1904, the first blind and deaf person to earn a B.A. She has been assisted by her teacher, Anne Sullivan, who finger-spells books not available in Braille. Keller campaigns for rights for the disabled until her death in 1968 at age 87."

A woman reading a book on a hill above some beautiful whitewashed houses with red tiled roofs and gorgeous countryside, painting by Theodore Robinson, cut out of a pamphlet by our art museum. I circled this painting about a trillion times when I was volunteering for the exhibit, ("In Monet's Light: Theodore Robinson at Giverny") and really liked it. Better, actually, than many of the Monets that they had put up to show the influence of their friendship. I also liked La Vachére, 1888, and his pencil/charcoal Portrait of Claude Monet, 1890.

A reclining woman, cut out from an art school catalogue, because I like the way the red fabric on her dress is painted, and the way that it interacts with the green and brown indistinct background. I love the posture of her hands, and the way the painting seems to depict a comfortable sort of wallflower-y-ness; like she's listening to a bunch of close friends talking late at night, unconsciously flirting with someone in front of her to the left, but is just about to fall asleep. She is actually looking right toward my bookshelf, which, to a bookworm like me, makes it seem almost as though she's listening to all of my favorite books murmuring to themselves in their sleep.

A super-magnified picture of cobalt-blue pastels from a Senellier catalogue, because I really am a magpie and this blue just sucked me in like that gorgeous cobalt glass, and I couldn't stop looking at it. Really a tribute to the simple things in life, to that place that drawing takes me where everything is still and nothing else matters. Most of all, to art that leaves smudges all over your hands and face, because that's the best kind there is.

Two pictures, side by side, of cows. I think they're adorable creatures. These were in an art catalogue that we were cutting up during the collage-volunteering-for-the-kiddies session at the Art Museum. One shows three cows grazing in a green field surrounded in late-afternoon light, (the kind that my dog loves to go out in- it turns him even more golden so that he looks stunningly majestic- the adorable, conceited little pansy.) The other shows another cow grazing in the snow in front of what I know is the coziest little village ever to be snowed upon. Morning light, the shadows are light blue- the same color as the mountains in the background. The perfect sort of morning to sit on the couch wrapped in blankets, reading a book with hot cocoa. I'm a sap.

A five or six-year-old boy with big brown eyes, probably painted in the late 1800s. He has light skin, faintly rosy cheeks, wonderful short brown curls, and a little smile to his face. A calm, intelligent child, if you asked me to give him a personality. One that asks tons of great questions about everything, but with manners. The painter obviously liked him a lot- you can see it in the way they drew the little curl that's fallen onto his forehead; messy in an angelic way. I love the fabric of his shirt- you can really see the variation in the light pink/tan silk stripes. I also adore the scarf, and the dark green/blue background, which brings out the colors in his face. Another postcard rescued from the obsolete-pamphlets collage box.

a small painting of a ship because I like the masts/sails, and I like blue. I always had a weakness for fantastic pirate stories as a child. A tribute to imagination. It also has a wee American flag, which fulfills the "tribute to my homeland" aspect in an unostentatious half-centimeter.

A charcoal drawing of George Harrison by my favorite art teacher, Bill Lundquist. Cut out of another art school catalog. A tribute to long hair, music, the Beatles. Mostly to Mr. Lundquist, whose little studio is one of my favorite places- it has a Paintings-Up-To-The-Ceiling Quality that Cosden would envy. To be slightly trite- time simply doesn't exist inside it. Slightly cluttered in the best way, filled with fabulously diverse music and partly-done paintings as well as some of his amazing completed pictures. I swear he can give life to any medium, and anybody who meets him.

A teensy one of a little lane through the grass with trees in the background, and a nice shady one in the midground. Morning- blue sky, the moon still up in that faint, comforting way that it has. A tribute to places to go, and how to get there. To lazy morning walks, unexplored paths, quiet companionship. Also to homebaked muffins that rise in unexpected ways, because that’s what the tree reminds me of....

A postcard with part of a mountain and some trees on it, with a hint of a river at the bottom, done in watercolor amazingly well. So- in honor of mastery of difficult mediums, and also of handwritten letters and postcards of all different types, because written correspondence is underappreciated, and I love it.

I also love sealing wax, and intend to put a nice green print with ribbon on my wall (on paper, of course,) as soon as I find a seal that I like.

Another tiny one cut out of art-school catalog was of a little outdoor market on a misty London afternoon. For Art Fairs, Farmer's Markets, and foreign places!

Below that is some sort of rather fluffy bird of Prey from New Zealand, cut out of a National Geographic Canon advertisement. I love the way this bird manages to look both elegant and extraordinary with it's simple tan and grey coloration. The light catches it perfectly, highlighting it warmly and heightening the contrast between the cool colors behind it. The background features a misty blue mountain, dark trees, and a glimpse of the sea between them. The bird is perched on that irresistable sort of mossy rock that I always tried to clamber up as a kid- the type that parents try, but fail, to steer us away from, yet we never manage to hurt ourselves too badly. (We never manage to escape unscathed, either, but that's the fun of it.) To adventure and agility, and amazing photography opportunities!

I guess the black square with the white words "one, two, three" in English, Spanish, French, and Arabic appealed to me because I love words and languages. Simple numbers would probably be fairly early additions to ancient human communication, and their discovery/invention is crucial to our modern intellectually developed mindset. They form a bridge between language and mathematics; both branched out explosively from that point. A celebration, then, of language, diversity, and thought.

To small English men with bulldogs, and to British sitcoms everywhere!

Yes, this is what actually comes to mind when I look at these pictures. No wonder I love my wall so much!
More documentation later, I think.
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I just saw Under the Tuscan Sun and really liked it, which put me into a movie-watchin' mood.
Darn Harry Potter #6 took less than a day to read.

SO: AMAZON.com was recruited...
Here're some movies I might check out to see if they're good:

Circle of Friends

AND here are som movies I know are good

An Ideal Husband!


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