If your life was a work of art ...

[emmline]

maybe without such pointy nails.

[Cynth]

Hopper, Edward
Compartment C, Car 293
1938

[dubhlinn]

Slan,
D.

[Tyler]

[Flyingcursor]

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Places I’ve been, calling someone “friend” is the prelude to a face-rearranging competition. Just so as you know.

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That’s interesting. I thought the same thing when Cran said “friend”. If you preface “friend” with “my” then it’s not so bad. The same holds with “buddy” or “bud”. Once Amar send me a PM and said “buddy” and it took me a second to realise that he didn’t mean it in a “face-rearranging competition” sort of way.

This would be my art:

[Nanohedron]

But as I’m all about simplifying lately, this could be my life, too:

From Surrealism to Ur-realism.

[Tyler]

Why bother with the body!

[fiddleronvermouth]

Dang Tyler, you took mine.

Guess I have to go with this then:

[Tyler]

@fiddleronvermouth

Dang Tyler, you took mine.

Then the day is mine, HA HA!

[scottielvr]

[izzarina]

@emmline

maybe without such pointy nails.

No way, emm…you have to have the nails!! They are way cool! Right up there with bubble wrap!

[MarkB]

This one or the one below:

Or

With this new job, my life is can be either serenity and clamity or both at the same time.

MarkB

[cowtime]

Here’s the painting that immediately came to mind-

But then, I realized there’s another-

This Icart has the skye, music and the twenties. Sums me up pretty well, I guess.

[SteveShaw]

[emmline]

That’s a pretty special angle Steve.

[Jack]

I love this thread. Everybody has posted such great art (except Nanohdreon ).


I wasn’t aware that we could choose art other than paintings (thanks, Steve!). If we can choose art other than paintings, I would change my mind.

Ergo, I changed my mind. I now choose this one:

It is by Dorothea Lange, and called “Migrant Mother.”

@Dorothea Lange

I saw and approached the hungry and desperate mother, as if drawn by a magnet. I do not remember how I explained my presence or my camera to her, but I do remember she asked me no questions. I made five exposures, working closer and closer from the same direction. I did not ask her name or her history. She told me her age, that she was thirty-two. She said that they had been living on frozen vegetables from the surrounding fields, and birds that the children killed. She had just sold the tires from her car to buy food. There she sat in that lean- to tent with her children huddled around her, and seemed to know that my pictures might help her, and so she helped me. There was a sort of equality about it. (From: Popular Photography, Feb. 1960).

[mamakash]

If my persona was a painting . . . it would have to be an Olivia. Unfortunatly, I won’t post an Olivia because well . . . oh dear, it would end my membership in C and F, scare the children, infuriate the women and intrigue the fellows.

There is a second choice. John Waterhouse. “The Lady of Shallot.”

[djm]

I always like that Waterhouse picture, everyhting in it is so fine … except the woman’s face. Why would he wreck the whole thing like that? And whats wrong with shallots, anyway? I mean, they make a nice change from onions, don’t they?

djm

[Walden]

I don’t know. Maybe my life isn’t a work of art. Maybe art is more an expression of life.

[Cynth]

@mamakash

If my persona was a painting . . . it would have to be an Olivia. Unfortunatly, I won’t post an Olivia because well . . . oh dear, it would end my membership in C and F, scare the children, infuriate the women and intrigue the fellows.

Oh dear. Can you give me a hint what an Olivia is? Is there a last name attached or anything? I tried googling but I couldn’t really figure it out. I have a terrible case of curiosity. If you would rather not give a hint, that’s okay too.