Art, energy, and space
I have been rearranging and reorganizing the art in my great room, almost certainly as a precursor to rearranging the room and the furniture. I've taken out a framed photo of old Seattle, circa 1917, that was turning green, and replaced it with a print of a David Delamare mermaid, a gift from friends. I also removed two fantasy prints. I moved my two Don Maitz paintings (color sketches done in preparation for creating the book covers for Magician: Apprentice and Servant of the Empire). I moved my Mardi Gras leather mask and a photograph of a flower that I took, and took down a plaque I got in Kenya, and replaced these three pieces with a large needlepoint that my Aunt Shirley did, an interpretation of Fragonard's A Young Girl Reading. It's a piece I've always been fond of, now a gift from the cousin who was married last week. But when I hung it up, something interesting happened.
The energy of the room changed--primarily with the addition of the needlepoint. The spot that I chose for the piece is exactly the right dimensions; it frames the art perfectly. But instinctively, I feel like it's on the wrong wall. I take it down, and the space feels better. I try it in a different spot, where I've already got art that I'm happy with and where it would make things a little crowded, and the room feels more correct. It's so odd.
Perhaps this is what people mean when they talk about feng shui. My sense of it is that something isn't quite right psychically with the room with the art in that spot. Maybe it's just that it's new and unfamiliar. The piece feels so . . . innocent somehow compared to the rest of the room. It's just really . . . odd. At this writing, it's still hanging in that spot. I think I'm going to go upstairs, take it down, and rethink it a little bit. I want to hang it in the right place and I thought that spot was it, but now I'm wondering. I need to figure this out.
The energy of the room changed--primarily with the addition of the needlepoint. The spot that I chose for the piece is exactly the right dimensions; it frames the art perfectly. But instinctively, I feel like it's on the wrong wall. I take it down, and the space feels better. I try it in a different spot, where I've already got art that I'm happy with and where it would make things a little crowded, and the room feels more correct. It's so odd.
Perhaps this is what people mean when they talk about feng shui. My sense of it is that something isn't quite right psychically with the room with the art in that spot. Maybe it's just that it's new and unfamiliar. The piece feels so . . . innocent somehow compared to the rest of the room. It's just really . . . odd. At this writing, it's still hanging in that spot. I think I'm going to go upstairs, take it down, and rethink it a little bit. I want to hang it in the right place and I thought that spot was it, but now I'm wondering. I need to figure this out.