Great Surprise!
I received this missive today from a painting-buyer who bought Fidget nearly 20 years ago--
"Hi, Vivian, I hope you are feeling well! If you remember, I bought Fidget at the Frye Museum some years ago and have loved the painting very much. It is a true masterwork!! Due to lack of space, I need to sell the painting, but want to ask if you know someone who would want it? Please let me know, as I respect you and want to do what you would want."
What a nice thing to do... I've never met her but in the three exchanges I've had with her over the years her righteousness has been clear. There's been this strange phenomenon in my life lately of things returning to me. Maybe that's in the feeble-ocity quotient (people feel sorry?) or an end-of-life thing... I know not. I've lost track, but many things, mostly small, have returned. Strange.
The lake is very beautiful at the moment, with blue waves licking at the sunlight. Three mad jetskiers just roared by, and a slow jetski and quiet boat crossed my expanse of dirty windowpane. I have decided to burn pix to CD and mail them to our principal (he called Friday to ask for PowerPoint fodder) because he hasn't replied or emptied his inbox since I sent Batch One. I need to burn a CD for SWMNBMIMB, and this will be a nice test of the stupid DVD burner which I've used once and felt had a bit of a problem.
What's the effect, anyway, of looking through glass? Does the flat glass somehow affect the three-dimensionality of whatever is viewed? Do our eyes/brain flatten the picture so that a 2d image behind glass is the same as a 3d world behind glass? Or 4d, if time is the fourth dimension. I wear glasses but the world looks much, much more "real" if I take them off (although blurred :). Because of the open sliding door that doubles up the glass on one half (something I have always failed to understand the reasoning behind, like those stupid window that slide up) I'm looking through three layers of glass in some spots. How far removed from reality can I be? I could go into the bathroom and look in the mirror through my glasses, and see the lake backwards through the two dirty panes of thick sliding door glass. If I go into my bedroom perhaps I can look through my glasses, through doubled-up bedroom-window glass at the kitchen window, then through doubled-up kitchen-window glass to the OTHER doubled-up kitchen-window glass, and out to the lake. That's seven layers of glass. Dirty glass.
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