My best friend is an art historian and teaches at the local university. As such, she gets first crack at the student art up for sale. Her latest purchase has made a green-eyed monster out of me. This envy-provoking art is a triptych of three female torsos carved out of wood. They’re life sized and just incredible.
I’ve been anti-stuff for awhile and, other than some plants, this is the first thing that has had me shouting, “Damn! I want that! Want it now! Gotta have it! Now!”
We were having dinner on the art historian’s deck last night with the artist. I was telling Melissa what a terrible person her art was making of me. One thing led to another and I found myself commissioning my own triptych. I’m not sure what the time frame is, but, Lord knows, I need to get cracking on figuring out how to pay for it.
Last night, I was quite sure that I would hang them in the master bedroom opposite my bed. I have 20 feet of blank wall that would set them off well. The problem is they would be up over the loft opening and the closets. I won’t be able to touch them. Sculpture must be touched to be appreciated – besides, I don’t get much occasion to fondle goodly-sized breasts. So I’ve been wandering about the house looking for the best spot to showcase my beauties-to-be. Right now, the stairwell is looking like the best choice. That will probably change – any changes to decor require much fretting and analysis of aesthetic concerns.
I mentioned earlier that I give myself a birthday present each year. I allot myself $100 and these are more than that (but still insanely inexpensive). I’m turning 50 this year and a maiden, mother, crone triptych seems appropriate. (Especially given the roar of menopause.)
I’m very excited.