Sunday, April 3, 2011

Weekend

(This photograph was taken at a previous exhibit.)



Friday night was the reception for the new photographs we hung in the Long View Gallery. The theme was renewal. You know how when you go grocery shopping and you're thirsty you buy a lot of drinks? And when you're hungry you buy more food than you would normally? I must be tired because three of the photographs I chose to hang were of sleeping people.

Saturday was the day I began the physical dismantling of my father's house. I brought back four or five pieces of furniture and boxes and boxes of photographs, Bibles, news articles, scrapbooks, etc. Last night, this is what my dining room looked like:




I had to get rid of a piece of furniture to bring one back. And in order to accomodate the large amount of archival materials, I had to clean out some cabinets. I got rid of bootleg tapes and old clothes and reorganized spaces to make room. The furniture looks beautiful in the new places, and I feel so happy about my choices.



It was a very emotional couple of days, made all the more so by the death of a very dear friend. In honor of her, I'm ending this post with a poem by e. e. cummings that was part of the gallery exhibit:


I Thank You

i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of all nothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

--- e. e. cummings

5 comments:

pretty how town said...

I love that e.e. cummings poem so much. Your dining room looks so lovely! (As always, but the new stuff really adds something!)

Kim Church said...

Beautiful post, beautiful exhibit, Mamie.

mamie said...

Audrey and Kim, Thanks for stopping by!

Peggy said...

I love this poem, often find myself reciting lines of it in my head just as I go to sleep.

And you know an actual live commenting "pretty how town."

Ginny Sutton Wood said...

One of my favoritest poems ever--had it for years on the wall with a photo from one of our North Georgia Rivers in fall.

I missed somehow that your friend had passed: I only found this blog post today buried in a landslide of unread e-mails.

I am sorry for your loss.