I’ve been home a lot lately. Whether it’s writing, keeping up with e-mail and even paper letters, or playing cello, there’s a lot to do — and a bad allergy time for me to do it in. So I’m enjoying moving around my fragile collection (of animal figures, such as Peter Rabbit as mentioned earlier). I’m even working out how to change framed pictures perpendicular to my desk, add one to the collage of things on the wall just beyond my PC screen, and add some art in my bathroom where I’ve found a conveniently placed hole. (It may have been an interrupted decorating attempt earlier.)
Since I’ve gathered a lot of photos from travels and my work in museums, I have a lot to decide from. Postcards and Christmas cards worth enjoying decorate my refrigerator along with souvenirs of the triumphs of my formerly beloved Chicago Blackhawks. (No more new memories from them doesn’t preclude enjoying the old memories.)
My artistic thoughts, as usual, come back around to expressions. Moving my animal figures, “who” probably have never been set up exactly the same twice, is a three-dimensional version of the wall decorating in two dimensions. (Well, as much time as it’s taking, I should probably add time as a dimension, but that’s another story.)
I often wind up thinking of my rearranging and redecorating as changes of scenery. That makes me laugh when I look at the proportion of landscapes vs. portraits — on the wall around my apartment’s lone, large window, only my father’s carved wooden plate is not an actual landscape, but it has a rose on it, not a face.
But the contents of my apartment are the scenery of what happens in it, so I shall continue to think of adjustments as changes of scenery.
Changes of plot, of course, are something else again.
Filed under: Expressions