tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20432226.post3466146513415442668..comments2024-01-31T17:39:44.323+00:00Comments on margaret-cooter: Every object has a storyMargaret Cooterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08529035740804527176noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20432226.post-13211957062423302982013-11-05T13:19:39.231+00:002013-11-05T13:19:39.231+00:00Thanks for this -- very generously shared. A small...Thanks for this -- very generously shared. A small beloved china dish of mine was broken recently, while I was out. I wasn't SO upset by the breakage itself as by the fact that no one thought to keep the pieces for me when they know I avidly collect broken china. I would have been almost as happy to have it broken as whole but it was thrown away. Hurt... Hope that isn't a self-indulgent comment, but I share your connection to objects as life-markers, if that's the right word.Jane Houshamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00838867793630660837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20432226.post-55654238235693941852013-11-04T02:53:20.902+00:002013-11-04T02:53:20.902+00:00Margaret -- bravo, brava! for some reason, this is...Margaret -- bravo, brava! for some reason, this is the kind of thought I've been living with over the last month or so. No reason, just because. Every object has a story, and if we are lucky, some large part of that story (or what we know of it) involves ourselves, our people, our tribe, our loved ones, our past. The stories of objects, even those of friends and acquaintances, are always delicious, involving as they do the histories of the people who are around us, giving us more knowledge of their lives. It's why I have some difficulty with _feeling_ some paintings (which is different than identifying why they are well-done, etc.) As objects, I don't get their "story" -- and there's with wall art, there is not even a tactile surface to deliver something of it to my hand. And of course, it's why I have no difficulty at all feeling other paintings, where the knowledge embodied in the surface pigment shows me something I know of, perhaps a new part of something I know of, perhaps a rendition of something I know of but never thought of in that way, or perhaps just catches me in any number of ways I can't expect until I see what's been done. But the "hook" the personal tag, ah, that's what I need to _feel_ power. I know that is heresy, that the universal qualities of great art are supposed to be, well, universal. But that's what they told us about all that old male WASP stuff done by the same, and now I know better. Some of it is beautifully rendered, but I never wandered the streets like a patient etherized upon a table, although I bet I know some who have. Well, enough of that. Liked your ideas and particularly your particulars, very much.Junehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00325386238844997236noreply@blogger.com