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I took a stroll through the Art Institute to look at their posters, since as I mentioned recently, most of the stuff on the walls belongs to MelRo. I'm toying with another Rothko print or two, possibly an orange one to match the couch. For some reason it amuses me to by art that matches the furniture, but it's not the typical art-that-matches-the-couch sort of thing. Like there aren't sailboats and seagulls. It's Rothko.
Then I saw a print of this....

....and I froze. And if my brain was a computer it would have shown me a little hourglass icon and a voice saying "accessing....accessing....accessing....." I stood patiently waiting for my brain to catch up to the emotional response of the visual memory.
Nothing. Nada. No information. All I know is that I have a very strong strong memory associated with this painting, which I know involves seeing the real thing in person, but I don't know why or why or how or anything else. Like there's a drawer and I can see the label, but I can't get inside.
I think I'm going to go back and buy the print. I have no idea where I'd hang it though.
Then I saw a print of this....

....and I froze. And if my brain was a computer it would have shown me a little hourglass icon and a voice saying "accessing....accessing....accessing....." I stood patiently waiting for my brain to catch up to the emotional response of the visual memory.
Nothing. Nada. No information. All I know is that I have a very strong strong memory associated with this painting, which I know involves seeing the real thing in person, but I don't know why or why or how or anything else. Like there's a drawer and I can see the label, but I can't get inside.
I think I'm going to go back and buy the print. I have no idea where I'd hang it though.
ophelia
how about putting it in your bathroom? on the ceiling right about your tub (i don't even know if you have a tub). then, like at the dentist's office, you (or preferably your disturbed guests) can contemplate the meaning of the painting as they are slowly growing more cognizant of the idea of drowing in the bath water. (sorry, nothing like the thought of hamlet to get me into a macabre sense of humor ;)
p.s.
Re: ophelia
...At least that's the legend. The model did died of pneumonia not long after this painting, but I have *no* idea how true the story is.
Jade, fond of useless Pre-raphealite knowledge.
Re: ophelia
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