Past Interiors

I saw this painting by Carl Holsoe (19th century Danish painter) online and was blown away.  I have done a few interiors.  Currently, I'm working on one of the Vineyard house.  I have lots of photos of that house.  But Holsoe's piece made me think of my Connecticut home.  We moved in when I was two months old.  I even got married there.  Sadly, the only photographs I have of rooms are full of people.  I love these people but they are blocking architectural details.  Had I known when the house was sold in the mid-nineties, that I would become an artist and want to plunder its riches, I would have taken better photos.  I do have a video of the house which I watched yesterday. Seeing the house again made me desperate to paint it.   I spent hours trying to capture still images from the video.  I was not successful.  The video is old and grainy.  Then again, so am I.

The Sisyphus Stairs

I know the title is not grammatically correct.  Probably should be the Sisyphean Stairs.  (For an ex-writer, my grammar is embarrassingly  fuzzy. )  These are the stairs I scrape every summer.  It was far more fun to paint them on canvas.

Looking for Mr. what'shisname

Given that I spend a good chunk of my day trying to remember where I left something, I should be thrilled with the Advent of the Search Engine.  I don't begin to understand how it works, (I'm still trying to understand how atoms  zing around inside solid objects).  Nonetheless, I use the search feature everyday.  Sheer indulgence.  I have a shelf of reference books from when I was a writer. They mock me with their dust.  I've read that you retain more facts  from reading a book than searching online.  I've forgotten where I read that.
The thing is, search engines have no loyalty.  They'll tattle on me and you to anyone who asks.  My blog site has a feature that allows me to see what word searches are directed to my site.  This week:  damien hirst flies, gold leaf, dragons, stair history, and (my favorite) raw chicken.  I'm willing to make a deal with the cyberdevil.  I will go back to using reference books if someone will invent a search machine that will find the really tough stuff, like where I've left  the instructions to the thermostat.