Favorite you, Favorite me.

"You forget everything. The hours slip by.

You travel in your chair through centuries you seem to see before you, your thoughts are caught up in the story, dallying with the details or following the course of the plot, you enter into characters, so that it seems as if it were your own heart beating beneath their costumes."

- Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

I am so picky when it comes to things I put on my wall. I fear my house will have blank walls, simply because I am afraid of committing to wall decorations. For this reason, I have a huge problem with posters. If I'm going to purchase a giant poster, I have to absolutely love it and want to stare at it quite often with immeasurable joy.

So, while the big annual poster sale here at school has quite a fun array of pictures to sort through, I can never commit. No film means enough to me to devote 36 x 24 inches of my wall to, and having actors/singers/famous figures on my wall makes me uncomfortable on a daily basis. Some photographs are quite gorgeous; however, I can find ones I like better and print them in a much less obnoxious size. Those little kids are cute when they kiss, sure, but nope... don't want them on my wall. Now, art. See, I do quite enjoy your style, Andy Warhol, but I need to be honest with you: You, as a person, kind of creep me out. I can't be seein' your face before I fall asleep.

So, after I was done searching through all the posters that resembled Giant Commitments of Personality, I found the 9 x 12 posters of actual paintings. Now, these I can handle. I purchased two. They aren't my all time favorite paintings, but I am quite happy with their addition to my humble abode. I bought this one by Claude Monet and this lovely one by Vincent Van Gogh. Both in non-threatening sizes.

Speaking of paintings, I saw this online (also pictured above) the other day and fell in love with it. I don't know who painted it, though, and I can't quite make out the signature. It's my desktop picture right now. Maybe, some day, I'll take a leap and commit to a Giant Commitment of Personality size.

Is it kind of creepy if I almost bought a (small) of of the Lady of Shallot? It's truly a creepy painting to represent an utterly depressing piece of literature, but I love that poem! I definitely geeked out senior year when we read it. I think I feel in love with it because of the part in Anne of Green Gables, when she acts it out. Because I love Anne. So much.

Okay, anyway.

I finished Interpreter of Maladies. It was a collection of really, really good short stories. Nearly every single one depressed the heck outta me, though, and they all ended with little to no resolution. But they were so wonderfully written!

Time to write. Let's talk about paintings. Do you have any favorites? Favorite artists?

See you soon. :]