Today would have been my mother's seventieth birthday. Were she alive today, I would have sent her a bouquet of pale pink roses. She once told me that she thought the two most perfect things in the world were cats and roses. Since she already had a beloved feline in her life, I tried to … Continue reading A Rose
Caspar David Friedrich might be my art history soul mate. On a surface level, I think his paintings are perfection to look at. Their austere, northern landscapes speak to me. The gnarled, bare trees suggest weathering and time and realistically imperfect stories. Friedrich captures the fleeting, eerie quality of transitional light. The sky can only … Continue reading Decay or Rebirth?
I was reminded of Edvard Munch today, and something seemed to click into place. Munch's most famous painting, The Scream, is one of those art history icons that has become so familiar that its original intensity has faded. I don't think I fully appreciated The Scream until last Friday's Inauguration. I am feeling a serious … Continue reading I am Edvard Munch’s The Scream
I am an apology addict. I know that it’s a trope-turned-cliche that women apologize too much, but I’m sorry to say that my propensity for unprompted and effusive contrition puts even your average upspeaking millennial office worker to shame.
Am I calling you on the phone? I’m SORRY to bother you. Am I approaching the customer-service desk where you work specifically to answer questions like the one I need to ask? I’m still SO SORRY to be SUCH A PAIN. Did I — horror of horrors — take longer than fifteen seconds to load my groceries into my stroller? OH MY GOODNESS, I AM SO, SO, SO, SO SORRY. Did my child make any noise whatsoever in public? PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE LET ME TELL YOU HOW SORRY I AM. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.
It comes from being terrified of conflict, and in possession of a much…
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It turns out I have an "ancestor" who was a painter of some renown. In fact, she is considered "one of the greatest painters of the Old West." I discovered this by chance. My father recently moved to Seattle from Maryland and has unearthed a lot of stuff that had been stuck away in the … Continue reading Mysterious Marjorie
My husband turned to me last night and said, "May you live in interesting times." I'd never heard this famous quotation/curse before. The implication of the saying is that what sounds nice at face value is really quite awful. Think of some "interesting times" from history. What comes to mind? Wars and famine, right? To … Continue reading May You Live in Interesting Times
This semester, in addition to my usual writing/editing gigs, I'm also teaching again. And I'm loving it. I have a wonderful group of students. I'm also loving that it's reminding me about art produced by cultures that I've not thought much about in recent years. Take, for example, Etruscan art. The class is a survey … Continue reading Love in Death