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mundungus42 gave me a rather blatherthought-provoking list, so here goes:
1. An encounter with a piece of art that took your breath away.
2. Your ideal garden space, real or imaginary.
3. What artist of any period would you choose to paint your portrait and why?
4. The best place to be stranded
5. A dream that's stayed with you
6. Your favorite culinary indulgence and the circumstances under which you indulge in it.
7. Music that made you deliriously happy
1. While there have been lots and lots of eye, heart and mind opening exposures to art in my life (aren't I lucky?), I think the one I can remember that left me closest to breathless was seeing Monet's "Bordighera" in person at the Art Institute of Chicago. The Art Institute has many impressionist masterpieces, including a good few Monets. While I thought that Monet's work was pretty enough from the proliferation of posters of his work, I kind of thought his work was mostly meh. So, wandering around the Art Institute that first time, I found myself in the Impressionists section, and, turning the corner, found myself in a room pretty much dominated by Monet. The back wall, the first seen upon entering the room, had four of his wheat stack paintings in all their pastelblahness realism. But, turning to the right, I was suddenly struck by a small, bright and vibrant painting that was almost breathing with life. I was blown away because I had never seen Monet use colors that weren't purposely muddled or contrasted to the point of garishness. It was beautiful.
2. Hmm... I think this needs to be a separate essay. And I need time to ponder it more thoroughly. :-)
3. If actual paint needed to be used, I think I would have Renoir paint it. He liked both women and their beauty, so I would probably end up looking decent while still being recognizable as myself. I'm vain like that. If it need not be paint, I would go for Yousuf Karsh to take my photo. Oh my gosh, his work is amazing! I bet he could have even taken a photo of me that wouldn't make me look insane!
4. Well now, that would depend on how long I was to be stranded. If it were for the short term, like for a week or so, then I would want to be stranded in my well-stocked home. I would get antsy by the end of the duration, but I would be comfortable. If it were for longer... Rivendale. Assuming the elves would take me in, that would be the best place to be stranded for the long-term.
5. There are so many... One of the most memorable, and meaningful, dreams was from when I was about 14. The dream started with an aerial view of a speedboat rushing along the waterways of the Pacific northwest coast, with the super green mountains rising above the water imperially on all sides. The shot closed in on the boat, where I was with two others. We were on our way to see “John”, who lived on a mountain top in the region.
It was a beautiful day, and the sea was calm, so progress was good, until we came across a big dam blocking the most direct way. The captain of the boat tried to get around the barrier, but it turned out the only way to get to the other side was by going up one of the mountains. So, we took the boat up the stream (gotta love dreams).
We continued up the stream until it, too, was blocked by concrete near the top. This concrete, however, formed a room-like area that was shrouded from the sunshine of the rest of the world. We had to get out of the boat and climb up the wall, where we ended up in a swamp. As we waded through the muck, I realized that we had found a lost battle from WWII. US and German uniforms (some with skeletons) hung on the drowned trees like Spanish moss. The air was thick with hostility and despair. So thick that John, the captain of the boat, went mad and jumped off the wall into the deep pool below.
6. I think my favorite culinary indulgence, at the moment, is bulgogi. It's an indulgence because it means going out, which means not knowing exactly what's in the dish, and how many “illegal” ingredients might be in it. However, I will indulge in it every now and again (about once a year) to be sociable. And to enjoy it, of course. Yum!
7. I'm not sure, to be honest. Probably the closest to deliriously happy I ever got thanks to music was *cringes* “Wake me up before you go-go” by Wham! I loved that song when it first came out. Loved it. And, really, I was just the right age for it (about 6).
I am sure there are pieces that have made me as happy as that since then, but I just can't think of any at the moment. That is, not without the extra rush that comes with performing a beautiful piece well. ;-)
mundungus42 gave me a rather 1. An encounter with a piece of art that took your breath away.
2. Your ideal garden space, real or imaginary.
3. What artist of any period would you choose to paint your portrait and why?
4. The best place to be stranded
5. A dream that's stayed with you
6. Your favorite culinary indulgence and the circumstances under which you indulge in it.
7. Music that made you deliriously happy
1. While there have been lots and lots of eye, heart and mind opening exposures to art in my life (aren't I lucky?), I think the one I can remember that left me closest to breathless was seeing Monet's "Bordighera" in person at the Art Institute of Chicago. The Art Institute has many impressionist masterpieces, including a good few Monets. While I thought that Monet's work was pretty enough from the proliferation of posters of his work, I kind of thought his work was mostly meh. So, wandering around the Art Institute that first time, I found myself in the Impressionists section, and, turning the corner, found myself in a room pretty much dominated by Monet. The back wall, the first seen upon entering the room, had four of his wheat stack paintings in all their pastel
2. Hmm... I think this needs to be a separate essay. And I need time to ponder it more thoroughly. :-)
3. If actual paint needed to be used, I think I would have Renoir paint it. He liked both women and their beauty, so I would probably end up looking decent while still being recognizable as myself. I'm vain like that. If it need not be paint, I would go for Yousuf Karsh to take my photo. Oh my gosh, his work is amazing! I bet he could have even taken a photo of me that wouldn't make me look insane!
4. Well now, that would depend on how long I was to be stranded. If it were for the short term, like for a week or so, then I would want to be stranded in my well-stocked home. I would get antsy by the end of the duration, but I would be comfortable. If it were for longer... Rivendale. Assuming the elves would take me in, that would be the best place to be stranded for the long-term.
5. There are so many... One of the most memorable, and meaningful, dreams was from when I was about 14. The dream started with an aerial view of a speedboat rushing along the waterways of the Pacific northwest coast, with the super green mountains rising above the water imperially on all sides. The shot closed in on the boat, where I was with two others. We were on our way to see “John”, who lived on a mountain top in the region.
It was a beautiful day, and the sea was calm, so progress was good, until we came across a big dam blocking the most direct way. The captain of the boat tried to get around the barrier, but it turned out the only way to get to the other side was by going up one of the mountains. So, we took the boat up the stream (gotta love dreams).
We continued up the stream until it, too, was blocked by concrete near the top. This concrete, however, formed a room-like area that was shrouded from the sunshine of the rest of the world. We had to get out of the boat and climb up the wall, where we ended up in a swamp. As we waded through the muck, I realized that we had found a lost battle from WWII. US and German uniforms (some with skeletons) hung on the drowned trees like Spanish moss. The air was thick with hostility and despair. So thick that John, the captain of the boat, went mad and jumped off the wall into the deep pool below.
6. I think my favorite culinary indulgence, at the moment, is bulgogi. It's an indulgence because it means going out, which means not knowing exactly what's in the dish, and how many “illegal” ingredients might be in it. However, I will indulge in it every now and again (about once a year) to be sociable. And to enjoy it, of course. Yum!
7. I'm not sure, to be honest. Probably the closest to deliriously happy I ever got thanks to music was *cringes* “Wake me up before you go-go” by Wham! I loved that song when it first came out. Loved it. And, really, I was just the right age for it (about 6).
I am sure there are pieces that have made me as happy as that since then, but I just can't think of any at the moment. That is, not without the extra rush that comes with performing a beautiful piece well. ;-)
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Date: 2012-04-09 04:58 pm (UTC)(But tell me more about the "illegal" ingredients in "bulgogi", please.)
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Date: 2012-04-09 08:14 pm (UTC)The "illegal" ingredients in bulgogi are things like soya sauce or other sauces that might contain things I'm not supposed to eat (starches, sugars, soy). Sugar is the most frequent offender in restaurant food, surprisingly, since it acts a lot like salt (and MSG, another illegal) and brings out flavors.
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Date: 2012-04-09 08:48 pm (UTC)Excellent call on the painter, and lordy, I had no idea how many of Karsh's photographs I'd seen. What an artist!
Oh my gosh, your dream sounds more than a bit like the book I'm reading at present, but I like yours better.
Yay for elves (they always have food and songs around), and I adore your deliriously happy music story, because even now there are pop songs that make me dance the moment I hear them!
And now I am seriously craving teriyaki...