“Well…what happened is”
I look at this beautiful photo, and my immediate sensations are ” delicate, rustic, warm, ” and I am awash from the beauty of it.
So, bathing in the beauty, after awhile I start to want to break it down, to find the deeper significance in each piece; in short, I appreciate it so much, I wanna finda way to appreciate it more.
So intellectually, I start thinking, “what makes this piece look inviting and comfy?”. Obviously there is the red , that looks glowing in the yellow light in the center, and it is encircled by this lovely forrest-green rustic (is it wood? is it metal? Would it matter?!) cage. It’s like the heart of the earth, and it’s pink dusk, with the hot orange streaks just 30 seconds off. “Although it sounds lovely, what make’s it inviting?”. Okay, it’s like the red heart in the center continues then the red continues out of the space to the observer like a magical red carpet through the clever placement of those rugs on the on the gravel entrance”. And then I look more closely at the rugs to discover that they are not any sort of Persian-“magic”-rug, at all. Instead they are of a more contemporary feel. No gold or geometric bordering -(where was I?, Even I had to take a thirty minute break writing that shit, man. That is some development at the risk of the entire story) - ah yes, upon closer inspection, in fact, the rugs had no hint of borders or crowns. Instead, these rugs were indeed contemporary, and one realizes that what the eye originally glazed over and labeled ,”borders” is in fact different patches of pale pink and as one looks closer, one discovers a strong white line of carpet, that this is a low grade portrait of pink carnations on a red back-ground, not the nouveau Japanese cherry blossom in abstract at all! And then, as all this information comes to you in an overpowering wave of wax covered liquids and grape-flavored triaminic ( the worst waxy dull artificial taste in the world, from shitty gums to shitty sodas to shitty grape jelly and back again), you suddenly realize, “you’ve been hosed - and an impressive way - and you are a fucking adult and haven’t been so caught up in the truth of something, in way more than ten years. And your ever cynical mind, determines the obviously most likely source of this is not some hocus pocus magic proving faith in the divine and providing evidence of the one of all the universe, no someone just bamboozled you, and to be fair, in a very sligh, technical, elegant way.
Immediately your attention turns outward, as you gaze around the room, trying to discover what magician?, what seer of truth? what truly enlightened human being pulled the wool over your tired, well worn eyes of discretion? Has your 5 second quality detection system failed to register another twisted-brilliant-brethern-soul mate in your midst? So, in a determined hush you whisper, ” Who created this fabulous space!!!!”.
And your luck?, It would be someone like me, and I would immediately take the cue, coming forward in a slightly 80’s bland blue spaghetti-strapped dress, horrible gold rimmed circle glasses, and an unpleasant shade of bright red corn stalks where hair would be, with the texture of straw, wofting down my small frame, making frizzy erratic jutting angles along the natural line of dry, grizzled hair.
In a mousy little movement, I, Joan of Maybe Mormon, wiesel my way forward to say, in a shrikishly awkward tone, ” Oh, you like it? Well, yes, I did it. Actually, what happened is I was at the Stienmart one afternoon, and I saw this, -she says in a zombie like trance on the crudest of offenders- and, I thought, Geeze I love this, it’s so sophisticated-looking. But how will I coordinate it with anything? So I decided I couldn’t possibly buy it, and then I thought, I don’t really love this rug, that much, after all. As I tried to reposition it on it’s top place on the stack, two other differently shaped and styled and colored versions of my same rug fell right off of the stack. I tried I thought, “this is some kinda sign, and then I tried to be realistic, why would I or any one else need a very specifically colored set of rugs? “.
So anyway, I decided to at least find the price tag, because you never know, they could actually be $5.00 dollars or something, and it never hurts to check. And of course, they were, like, 5 dollars a piece or something. So, I bought them, with no plan or known purpose, but I mean that is cheap, you know?
I guess it wasn’t a terrible purchase because today, when I was putting things together, I thought of those red and pink rugs, and got them out, and I guess I’m just lucky it worked out”.
And all of the beautiful, inspiring moment you just had, is gone as fast as a mousey flash in the pan.