Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Irene and I went to the Mainsail Art Festival last year and I bought a photograph of a bright green door set into an orange wall. Without realizing I was doing it, I've collected photographs of doors -- I must have a dozen. It's not the number that's striking -- it's that I am drawn to them subconsciously. I must have had ten before I realized I had one. I'm sure there's something deep and meaningful about my attraction to doors, but I don't know what it is. Anyway -- I'd planned to use that picture as the inspiration piece for Alex's old bedroom (which I want to turn into our guest bedroom). I put one coat of BRIGHT green paint on the walls and then started having knee surgeries. The room has been taunting me ever since. I grew to hate the color; it reminded me of my falling-apart body and my inability to begin to put my life together in any organized way. SO -- that picture of the bright green door is moving to the family room and will go above the fireplace. The photograph there now has a teal door set into a gray-green wall. My new inspiration. I chose a pale green color for the walls -- it's like the teal, only a dozen shades lighter. I'd already bought a comforter cover and a rug for the room -- chocolate brown -- so the room is going to look like a big bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream. (Not really -- but you get the color scheme now.) Today I bought the paint and did the cutting in with the brush. My left leg is sore from standing on the ladder and my shoulder is reminding me that there's stuff wrong with it, but they're good pains -- pains from DOING something. I plan to do just one small chunk a day -- I realize that I have a way to go before I can be superwoman. Tomorrow I'll roll the first coat on the walls and that'll be it. The next day I'll give the brushwork a second coat. And so on. I'm so happy to be doing something productive.