The Magnetism of Memory

I began flying alone at an early age. My parents would walk me to the plane, introduce me to a stewardess who sat me right up front and kept an eye on me. A quick forty-five minutes or so later, she would hand me over to my grandmother who was waiting at the bottom of what seemed then like a very tall metal staircase. I loved the four pointed stars that decorated each step.

Flying at an early age meant going through airports, which meant walking by scores of shop windows filled with all sorts of stuff a little kid just had to have. That’s how I came to covet a little pair of kissing dolls. They were displayed upon a pair of revolving plates.  As they neared one another, their magnetic lips locked for a second or two before the plates’ motion parted them. I thought they were utter magic.  No matter how many times I asked, the answer was always no. They were silly. There was a plane to catch. There was traffic to get through. I had enough toys. All true, except for the silly part.

For some reason, I mentioned the memory to a friend some months ago. Three weeks later a small package arrived. I whooped with surprise and delight when I opened it. My kissing dolls! I played with them at once, slipping them past one another, testing the tension of the magnets. How close did they have to be to kiss? How far before they were beyond kissing distance?  I was so touched that my friend had indulged us both in a moment of kid-joy. Next time she visits I will even let her play with them. Promise.

 

 

Cataloging Art by Color

If you’ve been hanging out here for even a few weeks, you know I thrive on color. My sister Lisa just sent me a link to a Google site that has organized art by, you guessed it, color!  I simply adore this.  Talk about eye candy. More like soul candy. Whatever your mood, you can feast your eyes on old favorites and find new faves as well. Cataloging art by color might sound kitchy or amateurish. Not.

Where else might Van Gogh’s Portrait of Joseph Roulin  rub shoulders with Umberto Boccio’s Stati d’animo – Quelli che restamo.  (States of mind – Those that remain). Deceptively simple and abstract at first glance, it is mesmerizing. The longer I gaze at it, the more mysterious and haunting it becomes. Then my eye was drawn to the still life with oranges. The painting has a spare modern feel. I was astonished to learn it was painted in 1640. Feast your eyes. What color captures you? Which paintings delight you?

Still Life with Oranges courtesy of Wikipedia Commons

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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