So the sleeping pills did not do so well with me. I took two the night before and I felt groggy during the day, so last night my brilliant mind thought to just take one to just give me that extra nudge over to dreamland. However, this resulted in me falling asleep only to wake up a couple of hours later at the glorious time of 4 in the morning to the sound of Evelyn flipping pages in a book. While talking with Ames and explaining my sleeping experience, I realized what a geek I am to wake up to the slightest sound of pages turning. Evelyn walking in, taking a shower, opening and closing drawers... those sounds do not disturb me a bit... it's the flittering sound of pages turning. Good grief.
Anywho, went back to bed around 5 and woke up at 1 feeling gross. But then I had my tea and crumpets, and I was ready to go! I headed off to the National Gallery (my second time) to check out a couple of wings. I took the bus (which is a difficult task because I know exactly where I'll end up on the subway, but the bus is a bit tricky because they make these turns and I have no idea where I'm supposed to get off - it's a fun guessing game), and actually ended up right in front of the gallery. It was a spectacular feeling, especially for me who ALWAYS gets lost. To top if off, a random man asked me for directions and I actually knew the directions. This made my day. Plus, it was raining today so I got to walk by myself in the rain - I enjoy doing this.
The National Gallery was a perfect excursion for me because I just needed some alone time. For some reason, I kept envisioning myself in the various landscape paintings. I feel as if I jumped into all those places. The mind is a powerful thing. It was neat to imagine beyond the painting's borders...
I liked Renoir's "At the Theatre". It was neat to finally see it in person and it made me want to see a show from one of those theatre boxes. Louis Leopald-Boilly's "A Girl at a Window" was probably my favorite of the day. Oh, and the vanGogh!!! It was breathtaking as usual, but I can't wait to go to Amsterdam - the vanGogh museum.
Today, I kept noticing people's eyes in the paintings. One can convey so much in a look, stare: lamentation, adoration, longingness, agony, confusion, nonchalance, frankness and vivacity. Staring at the people's eyes makes me wonder what evoked that look?
Random thought of the day: Why were naked women the subject of so many paintings? Were women just naked all the time?
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3 comments:
So...you think you're super sleuth, huh?
well i'll give you that one
remember that you're cool!
^ that was me...johny
Because guys are pervos and they prefer painting naked women to naked men. Except Michelangelo, 'cause he's gay.
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