Courtesy Apartment Therapy
"Oh me, oh life. Of the questions of these recurring..." In much less eloquence why bother to analyze why my tastes are changing? I used to love gathering up the colors myself, swilling them until they disappeared into one another. And now. Now I'd rather have a blank canvas, so I can view all of those colors individually. Something calm, something serene, something devoid of anything but itself.
I've been collecting broken Frozen Charlottes. I've been eying white crockery. I've been gathering up white paper lanterns and hanging them from my ceiling.
Or is it that my head is now permanently in the clouds? That I've lost all worry and am just floating now? Regardless, I'm in immersion mode now, soon, forever.
Eva Zeisel's work
Frozen Charlottes
Swedish Cloud Portable Meeting Room
Maybe I'll dedicate one room in our new antique house (the sunroom is all white, white hardwood floors and white paneled walls), and let all the colors invade it from the outside world, until I wipe it down and wash the linens out and bring it back from something terrestrial into the stratosphere.
Sorry for the image-centric post. xoxo
3 comments:
What are frozen Charlottes? I mean, I could google... Hmmm... I always admire rooms like that, but when I get down to me, me is so not that. Me is color, color everywhere. I'm interested, however, in what sort of intense house envy your new sunroom is going to inspire in me.
Frozen Charlottes are dolls that were made in Germany, those beautiful bisque creepy things. After WWII and up to this day folks are unearthing them, buried in the mud, cement and muck under modern Germany, all broken to pieces.
For the past year or so I have been going through a house cleansing of sorts and have become obsessed with whiteness and lightness. Occasionally the darkness still seeps out of me though. ;)
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