Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Although I have lived in girls' apartments for many years, none of my apartments have ever had a quote wall. I think ours may have been the only freshman girls' dorm/apt. which didn't have one of these. I'm not sure why, but I wasn't upset by it. I thought, though, that my apartment this year needed one. My roommates are always writing little tidbits on the whiteboards on our fridge. So adopting the role of apartment quote wall facilitator, I bought some butcher paper, paints, and recruited Tim as my collaborative colleague.
Here is the "artist" at work.
Truthfully, I basically did the letters at the top and he did everything else. (Facilitator.) Although I was quite excited at the outset of our artistic venture, as usual, I faced the blank canvas in a state of creative paralysis.
I can't do art.
But Tim can, so all is well! It's lucky he's marrying me, otherwise I might suffer an artistic condemnation.
By the way, if you are wondering, I don't really know about the definitions of "art" and "artist." But I can sure use those words a lot in this post.
(I feel like a mother documenting photos of her young child, the artist in embryo. I see a lot of potential here. Just like little Marla's parents in My Kid Could Paint That.)