i'm sitting here. at my antique desk, wearing a tshirt with an old school locomotive on it. listening to some latin music on Rdio. supposed to be working on some photos. but haven't been in the mood quite yet. just wanting to read. but reading puts me to sleep. what a cycle.
i have so many things. stuff is just everywhere. its not garbage and ugly stuff. its things. audra said the other day, that she could just sit and go through and look at every little thing. i wonder if someday someone will go through my things and admire them and appreciate them the way i do. i haven't gone through and appreciated everything lately. my art pieces all have meaning. they aren't just bought because i like them. they are gifts from others i've had framed. they are paintings someone has done for me. pictures that remind me of places i've left traces of my soul. i decided this about my art pieces i'd have about a year ago. except, i'll never forget my one painting that i loved so much.
i'll explain it.
it was yellow based, as if it were the early evening, bright sun and golden light. it was a view through moroccan arches in a street scape. a woman and a child were walking away down a path, just past two of the arches. she was wearing red & turquoise and had black hair. she was carrying a basket and had a thick dark purple ribbon around her waist. it was so simple. it was perfect in my eyes. however, i threw it away in utah. because someone i was living with didn't appreciate it or understand why i loved it so much. i regret my choice to give into someone else's lack of understanding. never again. i will search the world for another painting like it, that will strike me in that way.
whenever i see moroccan or indian arches, i just get this unexplainable nostalgic feeling.
i found this painting that i love. its similar to the one i used to have