I'm still working in my art journal.....
"cut and paste" a life!
In current magazines, this photo kept "jumping" out at me and "pulling" me into it.
The reason is, it is so much like the dining room of our old farm house.
Our house was designated as "the green house that sits in the middle of the road" (the road forked right in front of our place, one direction taking you to the Ouachita river for fishing and the other to a Reynold's aluminum plant about 3 miles away.)...it was also called "the old Sears house".
Whoever built it had ordered a house kit from Sears and Roebuck! ( From 1908–1940, Sears, Roebuck and Company sold more than 100,000 homes through their mail-order Modern Homes program.)
When we lived there, it still had the dark Craftman-style woodwork and windows and doors placed exactly like in this photo (color photo above) from the magazine...so the light from the south and the east flooded in in just this way. [We didn't have that '"box beam" ceiling!]
I started art courses the summer I was 15, and did sketches of the living room (you see how tolerant my mother was, she let me set my paintings right there on the living room floor ....along with the TV?...can't remember why that was on the floor...but decorating was not a high priority with my sweet mom...she had made the drapes when we first moved in and bought the room carpet to warm up the old hardwood.)
Notice how the front door is crammed into the corner and the molding is cut off...just like the door (which would have been our kitchen door) in the photo from the magazine? In my sketch, you can also see a bit of the tree filled landscape out the front window......
'Though I was very much a "house-mouse"...the outdoors was filled with "killer mosquitos" for one thing; I did go out long enough to make a sketch of the corral and barn which were next to the house....my father and siblings spent a lot of time in this world...Mom and I were usually in the house!
About 20 years ago, "the old Sears house" burned down. My sister and her family had been living there. My niece went to school in the morning, only to ride the bus home to a world in ashes.
