Bewitched
I am possibly the most delusionally happy woman in the world. Yesterday evening on my way downtown, I spotted a shop that has temporarily opened up on a street just around the corner, selling canvas transfers and prints for quite a lot less than they are normally worth. I was getting tired of blank walls and the silly photograph of flowers and a bicycle at work, and thought, well, perhaps there might just be something I'd like.
And so I went there after work today and was overjoyed to find a massive two-foot-by-three canvas transfer of one Modigliani's portraits of Jeanne Hebuterne, another smaller one, also of Jeanne Hebuterne, and a Dali. All I can think about, looking at the frighteningly seductive gaze of Jeanne, is how much this is going to freak my mother out. Apparently it's not good luck to have pictures with people in them too near from where one sleeps (she didn't like my print of Hopper's "New York Movie" that I had in my room when I was a student). Though why this is bad luck, I don't know.
Back in Melbourne, I had a print of my favourite Modigliani which used to hang above my overflowing bookshelves. My sister says it now resides in the living room. I'd contemplated many times to get someone to send it over to me, but it seems to be a ridiculous request all on its own. But now, here in Montreal, another one, too, will watch over my books.
Posted by sniffles at June 13, 2003 11:53 PM