there used to be an user that would post a chill bar thread with these links. You would pull in, he'd ask you what you'd like to drink, and listen to your story while the tunes played out and the rain poured on
Damn, I was going to post this one. I like to imagine that it and exist in the same universe. Perhaps in the same photo. It isn't too much of a stretch to think that one is the kitchen of a home in the rainy suburb.
Adam Allen
Thanks for this thread, anons. I needed it tonight.
An Andrew Wyeth painting. The man's one true subject was winter light. He nailed it. No one's ever come closer to depicting the clean light of a January sunday
Here's another. This painting hangs in my hometown art museum. It might be my favorite painting, period. You really have to see his work in person. Photos don't capture his shading very well.
This one reminds me of the house I lived at when I was really young. It was on the corner, with the living room at the corner of the house. So there were windows all along the front and side of the room. They all had these thin, white curtains that weren't translucent but also weren't totally opaque.
I remember warm spring days with the sun shining through the leaves of the large trees in the front yard. The curtains went all the way down to the floor, and with all the windows open the breeze would lift the curtains up and down in the air like shimmering boat sails. The feeling of the breeze and the warmth and the light and the quiet, I can't quite describe it but there's something about that feeling of ephemeral beauty. Even though I was only five or six years old at the time, that feeling left such a strong impression that I still remember it to this day.
Yeah, absolutely. It's funny you mention that memory. Most people who see this painting and respond to it (at least in my experience) immediately remember something similar. I get the same feeling looking at Wyatt's house paintings. That sense of ephemeral beauty, that sense of solitude, of security, kindness, austerity.
I love pictures like this. I've always wanted to live in a big city, high up in some tall high rise apartment or condo building. I think cities have this really unique beauty that's all their own, that varies slightly from city to city. I've always pictures sitting in a little sun room with a beer and a book, bathed in the light of the city at night. That just seems to peaceful to me.
I grew up on a farm; the quiet never really bothered me or anything, but I always liked the sounds of the city. Being out in nature is generally what people think of when they hear the phrase, "surrounded by life" but to me, its always applied to cities as well, just in a slightly different way. I'll get there one day, I hope.