Monday, April 25, 2011

I was reading this morning that when you are "stuck" in your writing you should write about the things you are really passionate about, your real muses.
My problem in a way is that I like too many things and have too many muses. I tried to put the on a blank page and group them, which resulted a confusing mess. I think the best way is just to think about it by association, when the one leads to the other and then I tried to select my top 10, because writing about 70-80 subjects it's just not feasible. 
The biggest group, which I generalized as "Art", included love for literature, language,  music, especially created by women edgy poetical rock, paintings, especially Baroque and Modern Realism, indie cinema, home design and portrait photography. In fact I don't think there is any type of art in which I am not, at least remotely interested. 
This is a very interesting realization for a person that spent a third of their life pursuing career in law, though my passion for politics, history and society, second interest group, might explain that part. 
With regards to Art, I blindly chose one subject, and it happens to be "paintings". 
I love a Belgium painter called Eddy Stevens. To the larger public he is pretty unknown, but to me he is like God of visual pleasure. I get goose bumps when I look at some of his mythical feminine creatures. He lives in a farm in the South of France with his wife Sophie, who is also his model. When I was still living in Utrecht I happen to see her in a gallery where his works were exhibit, and that was a very awkward encounter. To me she is a woman from this magic imaginary world, and I did not want to see her in real life. Her beautiful back side is hanging on the living room wall in the past years and raised numerous comments from visitors about the "sexy ass" we stare at every day. I really don't understand this. I was raised with the constant presence of art and naked body in art is just a norm. It never crossed my mind that it could be embarrassing for other people. 
As a child I was a big fan of Peter Paul Rubens. His pale full-figured male and female, chubby-cheeked angels, the grand scope and the historical subjects were so fascinating. One of my favorite is this Venus and Adonis which I love for it's warmth but also the classical myth of the goddess in love, begging the handsome hunter not to go with Cupid standing guiltily on the side. 
I also liked the fact that Rubens was not only a painter, but came from a interesting background, travelled a lot a had a successful career in diplomacy. Of course I only knew him from books. At our first trip together, hubby and I visited Antwerp and went to his museum. One of the happiest days of my life. 
Another big childhood fascination is Appolo Belvedere, on which I had a pretty hard crush. I finally saw him last year in the Vatican, but did not feel the excitement I though I would. I think there is just way too much to see in Rome and was overwhelmed.
Ok, it's getting late. I also realized that I can write about my passion for art for days.  And when I was in Chicago Contemporary Art Museum...., and when I went to the Tretyakov for the first time....., or even when we randomly end up in this Soviet Cosmonauts photo exhibition few days ago while walking the n'hood... It was like breathing endorphins, how great is that! :)
In 2 days the family is embarking to a sunny location to sample what a "family beach holiday" means. I have set my expectation pretty low, just to be able to surprise myself in a positive way. It should work out! :)
Just to link my love for paintings with my other Huge love: for design. This is a photo of the wallpaper we just decorated our bedroom with. You know you've got the best guy in the world, when he agrees to glue wallpaper with you on the first truly sunny day of the year, Easter, with kiddies climbing the ladder, reaching for the glue bucket and screaming for attention. Did we yell a bit? Come on, we are humans. Luckily that was not the only thing we did that day:) 

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