jolie laide

jolie laide

I started this when I lived in Brooklyn and struggled for grace in a city that grants moments of beauty and ugliness breathtakingly close to one another. Now I live in a place where things are a different kind of ugly and the beauty is pedestrian. I struggle with that.


I am painting my apartment. And it is going much more slowly than I thought. Perhaps because the last time I did a job like this was a critical handful of years ago, or the whole building was nearly empty, or the ceilings were two feet lower. So, having not come even close to finishing, last night I went to bed with the house all disassembled. Furniture all pushed around, curtains down off the windows, stacks of stuff on all flat surfaces.

I thought I would sleep restlessly, shallow and tossing in accord with the disturbance. But I woke to a delicious cool morning, sun brilliant through the unshaded windows. There is only my bed in the room and the walls primered a flat white make it blissfully simple. I don't think I will see anything more beautiful today than the intricate shadows of the ironwork, the fire escape, striping clean walls.


Blogger michel said...

that image of your sparse room, simple bed, steadfast in a sea of whiteness. wow. what a vision. thank you.

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