Tuesday, November 29, 2011
On my wall in living room
Yes, he was a good photographer.
He has taken both, with a very old kind of lightening, like the very old painters did. Candle light.
Oh, yes, some 40 years ago!
On the other wall, I have a photography, that I inherited from my best friend, Stephanie who did buy it from the photographer, that also was made long time ago, perhaps 20 years? Or more. It speaks to me.
And of course, that I loved to read, at 14, when the painting was made till now.
The painting also remind me of my friend from Romania, who gave it back to me, at my first visit in Bucarest. Because, when I left, the authorities would not let me take with me, she did put it on her wall for 30 years. Our friendship lasted through frontiers and time. Each photography, make me remember what happened around the time they were taken.
I have nothing else? Yes I have! The painting of an old house by the same painter, who did me at 14 years old, the same colours, same kind of brush.
The rest of walls? Books, books, books I cherish. There are so many and so many kind! I will take one day time to arrange them better. And from time to time, I read them again. But they also are part of my memories.
This thick book I read when it was so hot outside I could not go out for ten days! This one, I did buy in America. This helped me find out the things I like and find more easy a job. Each has a special tale and meaning to me as have the pictures on the walls and the divers small objects around.