I won’t lie. Occasionally, I get to thinking that I’m meant to be here for some greater purpose. Once the alcohol wears off I’m back to my normal self and realize that we are all on this giant freak show of a sphere together.
While I intended for this entry to be entirely about the pieces of art I found around our beach house rental this past week, I can’t help but mention the film I just finished watching – Creation.
As a book collector I’ve been told about the magical issue of On the Origin of Species with the misprint of the word speceies (sic) on page 20 or something to that affect. As a human however, I was totally ignorant about Darwin’s family life. This mortal coil, I tell ya. I won’t spoil the film for those who have not seen it. The opening titles were awesome. Plus Paul Bettany and Jennifer Connelly are such pretty people.
Anyway, I did have the chance to investigate some sea life in the lovely coastal town of Yachats. Most of it resided within our circa 1960s vacation abode.
When you first walk into the house (through the weird garage) this piece is on the left wall. It kind of exudes some sort of religious symbolism. Or what was that poem with the Albatross? Regardless, it's an uncomfortable image. That yellow frame is painful.
Right next to the fuse box – this electrifying sunset.
Right next to the fuse box – this electrifying sunset.
This next one hangs in the stairwell. It looks a bit like a 1970’s river to heaven, am I right?
Okay, maybe not. These trees were just to the right of it. The real trees outside seem to be taunting the carved ones. In fact, this sculpture almost makes me sad.
This little gem hangs in the bathroom. Notice how it combines the fine art of oil painting with the "look but don't touch" aspect of sculpture.
Here's a nice detail of the 3-D "rocks".
Macrame anyone? A huge work, I'd say over four feet high. Truly a marvel.
An artistic rendering of a gull prepping to venture off for lunch or perhaps just landing...
I don't know, this next one's a bit California to me, especially with the blue sky killing the moodiness.
And at last, my personal favorite. If I patched up the roof I could make it my summer home.
If you can get to the Oregon coast, I promise you won’t be disappointed. Maybe you were expecting sunny skies, but trust me; you will just as easily fall in love with the carved out rocky cliffs framed by frothy cold water and misty, gray clouds. I feel certain Charles would have loved it here.
