When I came home my wall had a cat drawn on it. I live alone, mind you.
Who would do such a thing? I mean, my walls have just been painted. It took me forever to decide on the shade of red for the bigger wall. They could at least have done it on the white wall, I wouldn't mind it so much.
Looking at it I can see that it was very well thought of, at least, and done very very fast. After all, I left the house around 3pm and came back around 10pm, and it's all done, the paint is dry. No trace of the materials as well. I never had paint lying around the house. I do have a few crayons, some color pens, those things. But this is obviously professional work, done with acrylic paint. I'll check on the crayons, just in case.
The lines are very chaotic, strokes from left and from right, they suggest someone with a knack for the expressionism. The expression on the cat's face is rather mysterious, like he's waiting for someone, not for his food, but really, for somebody. And the color choices... interesting, to say the least. I would never have thought of drawing a cat in blue, green and brown. Interesting combination, for sure. And if you think that these diagonal strokes are not easy to obtain with this kind of paint... wow, just... wow.
It actually matches the white sofas very well, and whoever did this was careful enough not to let paint get to the furniture. So thoughtful of them.
Hum, if I move the bigger sofa to the opposite wall, and the TV to the back wall, so that it's beside the art, then I can put this side table on the cat wall. It's the exact size to stay below the drawing without hiding it. Wonder if that was what they had in mind...
I'll think about that tomorrow, I'll call up someone to help me move all this. This work must be better exposed to my friends and family. It's just, well, beautiful. I was a bit annoyed about the wall, but now, looking at it, it's pretty impressive. The size... I mean, it occupies most of the wall! And they only had a few hours to finish it. Certainly the work of an experienced artist. Is it an afresco? Is that what they call this drawings directly on walls? I'll have to look it up the web later.
Amazing, simply amazing. I got out to buy shoes and have dinner and I come back to an artsy house. Everybody should have this experience!
I wonder who did it.
20.12.07
18.12.07
Staring at the night sky there was so much she could see. It was not a clear one, just plain old Sao Paulo sky, with its lights, dark clouds and few stars. Still, in her head, there were thousands of things up there. There was a plane going by. The weirdness of living close to the airport, you always end up seeing a plane way too close to your window. Only pray it lands on the right place.
Looking up she could see a small fainting shining dot through the clouds. A star, perhaps? The light that had been so many million years ago and was still there, remembering that girl on the window that there was more to the universe than just the street below, or the TV shows she missed last week. There was a gazillion tiny little things that she chooses to ignore most everyday, thinking the universe is diverse, surreal, but taking it for granted. There was mystery, there were ideas being created, there was life in such a quantity it was almost impossible.
She started wondering if the sky he saw was different. She didn't know a lot about the logics of stars and things like that, but was reminded of someone saying something about north and south sky having different stars and sights of the moon. Were the constelations different as well? Probably. She thought about googling it a bit, but was too caught up in thinking to go to the computer.
"How would it be, to be up there? To see it first hand?", she thought. She always wanted to be an astronaut. Thinking back to childhood, there were three things that were surely what she would attempt later, when she grew up: be a fashion stylist in Paris, be a singer and be an astronaut. Turns out none of them happened, but you can't really expect dreams of when you are 7 years old to come true. Well, maybe you can.
All those books she ever read, stories about men leaving for the stars as if it was an everyday bus journey to work, humankind facing an artificial planet en route to gravitate around Earth, ships going where no man had gone before... could they all come true one day? Could we ever live up to the hype of deep space travelling? "Would I survive the awe of seeing the death of a planet or a black hole? Would that give me the sense of amazement that I look for?". She didn't know.
But then she started thinking about how, in a world with 6 billion people, more than 120 countries, thousands of different languages, paths in life, ideals and goals, they managed to meet. There was something almost spiritual to the fact that they found each other in a place this big. Living in almost opposite sides of the globe this had to have some meaning. It meant that, after all, the world was not a place so random and generic. You could actually expect that things would fall into place eventually.
The cats started to annoy her, trying to get her attention to them and to the fact that they were hungry. But thoughts of universal magnitude can often be so overwhelming that hungry cats become a nuisance. Still, she decided they were cute like hell and should eat.
There wasn't a lot of food left for them. She gave them all that was in the bag and a few pieces of cheese. They fought for it, as if they actually loved cheese, then left most pieces lying around the kitchen floor. They really only wanted the attention, which was too bad, as her mind was nowhere near that kitchen.
She remembered another song she wanted to write down on the wall, so she did it. The song talked about being strong and overcoming things. "When they are parking cars in your chest you still get a view of the summer sky". She started writing sentences from song lyrics on the walls of her computer room a few months ago, when she realized that there were things she needed to be reminded of constantly, and that musicians always knew how she felt and could express it much better. Cole Porter, Beatles, Shins, Stephin Merritt, they all wrote their songs for her. All those songs were always very important and telling of what she felt, in any specific time. There was a song for every moment and for everyone that was important in her life. It was like her particular sky that would never change positions. The phrase "Ain't it funny how you're walking through life and it turns on a dime?" would forever be there on the bottom left side, reminding her that life changed. And it did. And it had. They had met and that changed her whole perspective on how the universe really worked.
It was the 16th. There were bills that should be paid before monday, so she decided to get on with it.
She closed the window and decided to look up the whole sky thing before paying the bills. Found out about the zenith and the celestial sphere. At least now she knew how the sky looked for her. And that it wasn't the same way when he looked up. Damn, it wasn't identical. That meant distance, that meant being apart.
Still, they were under the same sky, and walking the same ground. Despite oceans on the way and distances. Knowing someone that so fully connects with you was alive at that exact same moment somewhere around the globe can make anything more bearable. Even the one thing she could not express in any other language but her native one: saudades.
Looking up she could see a small fainting shining dot through the clouds. A star, perhaps? The light that had been so many million years ago and was still there, remembering that girl on the window that there was more to the universe than just the street below, or the TV shows she missed last week. There was a gazillion tiny little things that she chooses to ignore most everyday, thinking the universe is diverse, surreal, but taking it for granted. There was mystery, there were ideas being created, there was life in such a quantity it was almost impossible.
She started wondering if the sky he saw was different. She didn't know a lot about the logics of stars and things like that, but was reminded of someone saying something about north and south sky having different stars and sights of the moon. Were the constelations different as well? Probably. She thought about googling it a bit, but was too caught up in thinking to go to the computer.
"How would it be, to be up there? To see it first hand?", she thought. She always wanted to be an astronaut. Thinking back to childhood, there were three things that were surely what she would attempt later, when she grew up: be a fashion stylist in Paris, be a singer and be an astronaut. Turns out none of them happened, but you can't really expect dreams of when you are 7 years old to come true. Well, maybe you can.
All those books she ever read, stories about men leaving for the stars as if it was an everyday bus journey to work, humankind facing an artificial planet en route to gravitate around Earth, ships going where no man had gone before... could they all come true one day? Could we ever live up to the hype of deep space travelling? "Would I survive the awe of seeing the death of a planet or a black hole? Would that give me the sense of amazement that I look for?". She didn't know.
But then she started thinking about how, in a world with 6 billion people, more than 120 countries, thousands of different languages, paths in life, ideals and goals, they managed to meet. There was something almost spiritual to the fact that they found each other in a place this big. Living in almost opposite sides of the globe this had to have some meaning. It meant that, after all, the world was not a place so random and generic. You could actually expect that things would fall into place eventually.
The cats started to annoy her, trying to get her attention to them and to the fact that they were hungry. But thoughts of universal magnitude can often be so overwhelming that hungry cats become a nuisance. Still, she decided they were cute like hell and should eat.
There wasn't a lot of food left for them. She gave them all that was in the bag and a few pieces of cheese. They fought for it, as if they actually loved cheese, then left most pieces lying around the kitchen floor. They really only wanted the attention, which was too bad, as her mind was nowhere near that kitchen.
She remembered another song she wanted to write down on the wall, so she did it. The song talked about being strong and overcoming things. "When they are parking cars in your chest you still get a view of the summer sky". She started writing sentences from song lyrics on the walls of her computer room a few months ago, when she realized that there were things she needed to be reminded of constantly, and that musicians always knew how she felt and could express it much better. Cole Porter, Beatles, Shins, Stephin Merritt, they all wrote their songs for her. All those songs were always very important and telling of what she felt, in any specific time. There was a song for every moment and for everyone that was important in her life. It was like her particular sky that would never change positions. The phrase "Ain't it funny how you're walking through life and it turns on a dime?" would forever be there on the bottom left side, reminding her that life changed. And it did. And it had. They had met and that changed her whole perspective on how the universe really worked.
It was the 16th. There were bills that should be paid before monday, so she decided to get on with it.
She closed the window and decided to look up the whole sky thing before paying the bills. Found out about the zenith and the celestial sphere. At least now she knew how the sky looked for her. And that it wasn't the same way when he looked up. Damn, it wasn't identical. That meant distance, that meant being apart.
Still, they were under the same sky, and walking the same ground. Despite oceans on the way and distances. Knowing someone that so fully connects with you was alive at that exact same moment somewhere around the globe can make anything more bearable. Even the one thing she could not express in any other language but her native one: saudades.
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