It was a beautiful day, sunny and warm. Now if only the wind would pick up a bit and blow all the humidity away, it would be perfect. Both of us tried very hard not to labor today and we mostly succeeded. I went to TJ Maxx and found a bedspread, not a poufy duvet/comforter thing, and bed skirt for our new king-sized bed, not matching which is much more to my taste than those bags o' bedding they mostly sell these days. And they were reasonably priced. Yahoo! This was one of those days that just slipped away. It was nice.
September 7--Lawrence Atkinson, Figure Study--Design for Sculpture. It looks like the aftermath of an earthquake, Emmaline thought glaring at the small painting. She had been standing there staring for more than a half an hour. Just when she thought she had it figured out some part of it she hadn't considered before would push itself forward into her consciousness. At first she thought that part in back, or on the left depending how you looked at it, was meant to be a handful of keys. That made the orange part his left arm and the rust L his mouth. If it was a person. But then she thought that area in the center looked like battlements--or a skyline. Wait, maybe those triangle were trees, or maybe that shape on the right with the slot in it represented a mailbox or was it a voting box? Was the tallest part a raised fist or Lady Liberty's torch? Emmaline squinted at it, stepped back and cocked her head. She liked the colors the artist chose and the energy of the lines. Maybe that was enough.
Oh, I like this, both the art and the words.
--Barbara
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