I love it - even though the room is in upheaval, there's a vase of flowers for the table : ) It's going to look great when it's all done! Can't wait to see!
word of advice - don't put the glasses back in the cabinet after you paint until well after the paint is dried. I broke a lovely very old stemmed glass because the paint hadn't "cured." When I picked it up the stem broke off the base and I had to pry the base off the paint.
Now I'm not being horrid honestly, but of course there'a a vase of flowers because this is a photo for a blog. I see Anna's photos as a form of artwork rather than a pictorial record of her life. I'm sure that many of her photos are true vignettes of some beauty which catches her eye because Anna is genuinely artistic and sees beauty in everyday things, but I'm equally sure that she sometimes helps nature along a bit! The photo in question here looks very carefully and beautifully aranged like a classic still life, with the different shades of white and then the little touch of colour peeping in the corner to relieve the starkness.
Oh how I sympathize! We spent 4 months w/ our house in limbo like this while we installed unfinished floors everywhere and then finished them ourselves! Lots of shifting furniture from one room to another etc. But like your painting, it will all be worth it in the end!
Lisa, ceiling is getting rolled on Saturday. In the meantime I'm doing all the trim I can reach.
Right, no loading china back onto those shelves for a while!
Actually, anonymous, I took the photo *because* the flowers in front of the cabinet kept catching my eye as I came into the room. But thanks for the compliments, not horrid at all! If I had been styling I probably would have picked the clutter up off the table :)
Ah, you say the ceiling is "getting rolled" - maybe you don't have to do it??
My favorite sonnet from "Sonnets" collected bu John Hollander - written by Michelangelo to a friend after painting that *big ceiling*, if I may -
"I've grown a goitre by dwelling in this den - as cats from stagnant streams in Lombardy, or in what other land they hap to be - which drives the belly close beneath the chin:
my beard turns up to heaven; my nape falls in, fixed on my spine: my breast-bone visibly grows like a harp: a rich embroidery bedews my face from brush-drops thick and thin.
My loins into my paunch like levers grind: my buttock like a crupper bears my weight; my feet unguided wander to and fro;
in front my skin grows loose and long; behind, by bending it becomes more taut and strait; crosswise I strain me like a Syrian bow: whence false and quaint, I know, must be the fruit of squinting brain and eye; for ill can aim the gun that bends awry. Come then, Giovanni, try to succour my dead pictures and my fame; since foul I fare and painting is my shame."
John Addington Symonds, trans. I've seen other translations, but this is so descriptive, tho I don't know Italian.
I love it - even though the room is in upheaval, there's a vase of flowers for the table : ) It's going to look great when it's all done!
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to see!
Very pretty, even if it is displaced. I inherited some pink glass like that from my grandmother, and I love using it!
ReplyDeleteYes, shelving is shelving.
ReplyDelete(Did you already do the ceiling?)
Lisateresa
word of advice - don't put the glasses back in the cabinet after you paint until well after the paint is dried. I broke a lovely very old stemmed glass because the paint hadn't "cured." When I picked it up the stem broke off the base and I had to pry the base off the paint.
ReplyDeleteNow I'm not being horrid honestly, but of course there'a a vase of flowers because this is a photo for a blog. I see Anna's photos as a form of artwork rather than a pictorial record of her life. I'm sure that many of her photos are true vignettes of some beauty which catches her eye because Anna is genuinely artistic and sees beauty in everyday things, but I'm equally sure that she sometimes helps nature along a bit! The photo in question here looks very carefully and beautifully aranged like a classic still life, with the different shades of white and then the little touch of colour peeping in the corner to relieve the starkness.
ReplyDelete*finger crossed*
ReplyDeleteYes, it's going to look great, keep going!
Oh how I sympathize! We spent 4 months w/ our house in limbo like this while we installed unfinished floors everywhere and then finished them ourselves! Lots of shifting furniture from one room to another etc. But like your painting, it will all be worth it in the end!
ReplyDeleteI love your white china cabinet! I want to paint mine white too!
ReplyDeleteLisa, ceiling is getting rolled on Saturday. In the meantime I'm doing all the trim I can reach.
ReplyDeleteRight, no loading china back onto those shelves for a while!
Actually, anonymous, I took the photo *because* the flowers in front of the cabinet kept catching my eye as I came into the room. But thanks for the compliments, not horrid at all! If I had been styling I probably would have picked the clutter up off the table :)
Ah, you say the ceiling is "getting rolled" - maybe you don't have to do it??
ReplyDeleteMy favorite sonnet from "Sonnets" collected bu John Hollander - written by Michelangelo to a friend after painting that *big ceiling*, if I may -
"I've grown a goitre by dwelling in this den -
as cats from stagnant streams in Lombardy,
or in what other land they hap to be -
which drives the belly close beneath the chin:
my beard turns up to heaven; my nape falls in,
fixed on my spine: my breast-bone visibly
grows like a harp: a rich embroidery
bedews my face from brush-drops thick and thin.
My loins into my paunch like levers grind:
my buttock like a crupper bears my weight;
my feet unguided wander to and fro;
in front my skin grows loose and long; behind,
by bending it becomes more taut and strait;
crosswise I strain me like a Syrian bow:
whence false and quaint, I know,
must be the fruit of squinting brain and eye;
for ill can aim the gun that bends awry.
Come then, Giovanni, try
to succour my dead pictures and my fame;
since foul I fare and painting is my shame."
John Addington Symonds, trans.
I've seen other translations, but this is so descriptive, tho I don't know Italian.
Lisateresa