All I could think of was the eye of the tornado aiming down at me, swooshing me around, and tearing my loving home apart that my husband and I sweetly made.
Today, after arriving home from work, I simply picked up the camera and went around my house photographing all the small details of decoration and design that I put thought into. Today I truly looked at everything without criticizing it, changing it around, and seeing it for it's beauty. Here's my home in it's details.
I left my shoes there?
ReplyDeleteYour Maya painting should be a series.
This last post reminds me of this quote:
"You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you."
I've wanted to abstractly paint Marco as well. Where did you read that quote? It's eerie. :)
ReplyDeleteChuck Palahniuk, Fight Club.
ReplyDeleteIn the story, the narrator's alter ego destroys all his precious furniture to release him of his bondage.
ReplyDeletePhotos! I want more photos! and if you don't want to post them, them mail them to me please :) I LOVED that 'button' clock. And the green and red typo on the crackled surface. I have no clue what it could be, but I want to see more of it :)
ReplyDeleteAh yes didi. I must take more pics. The green and red type with zoomed in 'DO' is a wooden plank I got for your brother right after I got married to him - it has a red button in the middle and it says these words 'Press for maid service, if no answer, do it yourself'. The 'Do' is in bright red. :)
ReplyDelete:) what fun. One day, hopefully sooner than later, I hope to see your home with my own eyes, in 1st person.
ReplyDeleteYes, when is that happening!??? :) I cannot wait.
ReplyDeletehi,preeti,want to see more of your home.hope u will do it.
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