There's no question I'm a
little rough around the edges. I would like to think that over the
years I've smoothed some of those edges down to where my little more
approachable. I don't think I really appreciated art much growing up.
My older brother created smart which we actually had hanging in the
house. I thought this was really cool but I actually think he is very
cool, as well. So I had some art appreciation. I've been pretty
excited all day. Dianne and I have been having the great
communication the past couple weeks. One of things we talk about
earliest I brought up was wondering if I might be able to borrow some
of her art that she has around the Utahna house.
Dianne was the only person
I think I have really ever known to had real art. Not that family art
is not real it's is not famous are created by somebody known as
famous. Dianne did. In a previous marriage Dianne and her husband
collected a number of pieces of wall art. We had the art all over the
house, on the walls in the living room, down the hallway even the
kids rooms pieces of art hung there sprucing up the room and dividing
the eye. I didn't know someone could actually get addicted to real
art. I understand now how some people acquire and acquire and acquire
more art even to the point where they put the art in a vault or in
some source storage facility. They're going to enjoy the art at some
other point in time. They're going to actually rotate the pieces
throughout their lives. I can understand now why someone might do
that or how they might do that.
Anyway, Dianne has allowed
me to have a couple of pieces over for a “visit” and I'm totally
excited. I'm now showing a Toulouse-Lautrec and a Marc Chagall I have
another piece but I don't know who it's by but I love it very
colorful only today after 20 years or more did I realize the colorful
piece is actually an animal head of some sort I'd never noticed the
teeth before I'm astounded. I have my very humble piece of art for
which a been dragging around for years I have no idea who produced
the piece but I call it the Matador in the mermaid. It's modern art
given me by a neighbor I had 40 years ago at least. I've always
cherished The piece. The Chagall knocked it off its coveted place in
my living room and now the Matador lives in the bedroom which kind of
makes sense now and I feel looks great. I requested these pieces for
a six-month visit. I hope I do not get too attached. I think however
in whatever time I have left on this dirt ball that may be I will
even look at acquiring some art of my own. I'm very interested in
Jean Dubuffet. Dubuffet is one of the brute artists which I really
identify with and maybe I will consider purchasing one of his prints
to hang on my walls.
My brother was so kind to
stop by the house on Utahna and pick up these pieces and bring them
over this afternoon and then of course went the extra mile and hung
them up on the walls tastefully. I'm so lucky to have all these
people in my life And now I actually have art too I feel my edges getting smoother…
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