This little interior is by my own hand. This blog was originally intended for showing my art, but even a place where i can write about my dreams, desires and, if you're lucky, my worries and anxieties.
Here. -in the blue bedchamber, here i would recieve my friends, i could really fancy myself lying stretched out on the heavenly, peach-coloured, quilted satin bedspread, dressed in a cherry-red velvet dressing gown and shriek and chortle with enjoyment; flipping through and reading books and magazines. On the beauiful, Louis XVI commode, placed, for instance, out of view between the two windows would be placed a huge samovar supplying me with endless cups of hot tea. It is a petty, banale dream, i know.- but can one blame me for wanting to just encase myself in a cosy little cocoon when the world is so cold and merciless? I'm too weak for this world right now. It's a hopeless situation, and most days i can see no way out, except for when i daydream away...for looking at this world and present, leaves no hope at all. I imagine myself in the library of an elegant, but not too grand little chateau, or an english countryhouse from the Stuart-period. Its walls would be covered with portraits of loved ones, family, friends and pets, beautiful paintings of landscapes, not that one would need the escape, for the house would be surrounded by vast gardens that grew everything one could need, vegetables, fruit and flowers, there would be a beautiful orangery, the whole world around it entirely unspoiled and full of life, but not overpopulated. All my loved ones, and their loved ones should each have such houses and gardens of their own...and so my thoughs flow...and keeps me from being useful.
