Painting

[raybear]

Losing a twenty dollar ikea rug in the move is mildly annoying but I can cope with it. However, I can't seem to find the oil painting I made six years ago which has hung prominently in every home I've lived in since then. One of the few paintings I was quite proud of. I can't remember if I pulled it off the wall, or more I have a vague memory of it, but I don't know where it went after that. I don't remember seeing it get on or off the truck or it floating around the apartment. I think it got pulled off the wall then put in a bag or pile of things to toss.

I must have really been out of my head when I moved. Normally I prioritize the painting. I carry it personally and hang it up almost first thing in the new home.

I feel amazingly stupid and angry about this loss. Maybe staying at home was a bad idea.

Comments

[raybear.livejournal.com]

i think it hurt worse because it was something i created, versus something i just bought. and one could then say that at least i have the power to re-create it, or at least create something with the same energy. but it was almost more of a snapshot of a time, i remember vividly the night i painted it in my parents' kitchen, as well as every wall it's hung on in every apartment. it's sort of like losing a photo of a moment.

but, on the other hand, it's so much imprinted in my heart, the loss of the physical doesn't seem quite as devastating.

thanks for the harold and maude reminder! i love that movie too.