love at first sight
Wandering in Trinity-Bellwoods Park on Saturday afternoon at an art show, I fell in love. Well, the kind of love that is actually more lustful than anything else.
The "I have to have you because we are meant to be together and i will die if anyone else gets to have you" kind of lust. I actually left the park with tears welling in my eyes.
The object of my current infatuation is an abstract painting by a local artist. I can honestly say I yearn for this piece as much, if not more than I have yearned for any man, bowl of ice cream or new frock. Unlike my long history of loving men (or ice cream or new frocks), I typically walk away stressed after visiting galleries or shows because I just didn't get *it*. I've never been able to see what others saw (or what the artist saw/meant) and didn't understand why they think someone would actually pay 2K for something that resembles the petrified lime that has been in the back of my fridge for four months.
But something clicked this weekend, or at least with this artist and her work. I see myself in this piece, I see my energy and spirit reflected back at me. I see my dreams.
See, I told you I was loopy in love.
The artist is coming over on saturday to see my place and to talk about painting me a smaller custom piece that fits both my space and pocketbook. Who am i kidding, it will never fit my pocketbook but this is true love and who can put a price on that??
And is it wrong that I'm more excited about my meeting with her than I am about the date I have on Tuesday?
The "I have to have you because we are meant to be together and i will die if anyone else gets to have you" kind of lust. I actually left the park with tears welling in my eyes.
The object of my current infatuation is an abstract painting by a local artist. I can honestly say I yearn for this piece as much, if not more than I have yearned for any man, bowl of ice cream or new frock. Unlike my long history of loving men (or ice cream or new frocks), I typically walk away stressed after visiting galleries or shows because I just didn't get *it*. I've never been able to see what others saw (or what the artist saw/meant) and didn't understand why they think someone would actually pay 2K for something that resembles the petrified lime that has been in the back of my fridge for four months.
But something clicked this weekend, or at least with this artist and her work. I see myself in this piece, I see my energy and spirit reflected back at me. I see my dreams.
See, I told you I was loopy in love.
The artist is coming over on saturday to see my place and to talk about painting me a smaller custom piece that fits both my space and pocketbook. Who am i kidding, it will never fit my pocketbook but this is true love and who can put a price on that??
And is it wrong that I'm more excited about my meeting with her than I am about the date I have on Tuesday?
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