Emo Bones On My Wall.
I caved.
Last weekend, I went to the John Derian store downtown and searched through stacks of trays to find my bones. (Okay. I actually made the shop assistant do it. But I am sure she was happy to.)
And now, I have a little more art hanging on the walls of my NYC home.
The Husband doesn't "get" them. But what is there to "get?" They're fun to look at. The only thing I "get" when I look at them is a chuckle.
The one in the top left is hunched over and weeping. The middle one is leaning against a shovel. The one on the bottom right is thinking.
Last weekend, I went to the John Derian store downtown and searched through stacks of trays to find my bones. (Okay. I actually made the shop assistant do it. But I am sure she was happy to.)
And now, I have a little more art hanging on the walls of my NYC home.
The Husband doesn't "get" them. But what is there to "get?" They're fun to look at. The only thing I "get" when I look at them is a chuckle.
The one in the top left is hunched over and weeping. The middle one is leaning against a shovel. The one on the bottom right is thinking.
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And HE learned about the pictures from a book called "The Thinking Body" by Mabel Todd, which is a physiology book from 1942 which I have read twice because it's brilliant. I've quoted her a couple times on my blog. Her first chapter talks about how personality shapes structure, and you can tell a person's stature in life by the way they hold their body. She uses the skeleton as an example. "Impossible not to feel that he is alive!"
So basically I love them. How can I get one?!