Eyes Full
I walk by this house all the time. I walk past history.
I have this thing that happens when I visit an “artful” place. I get overwhelmed. I don’t know what to do… so I draw… and then… things make sense.
I walk by this house all the time. I walk past history.
I have this thing that happens when I visit an “artful” place. I get overwhelmed. I don’t know what to do… so I draw… and then… things make sense.
Fun to draw but murder to paint.
Actually, it was painted all white back in Steinbeck’s day…Only since then has the multi-colored thing come into style. Awful pretty, though.
Not to take anything from Steinbeck, but years ago I was a fan of Robinson Jeffers, who I learned built a great stone house in Carmel. I finally had a chance to visit it, and was sorely disappointed to discover that, rather than being perched on a craggy bluff over the sea as I had always pictured, it was almost hidden in an ordinary-looking subdivision without a wave in sight.
Yes, reality can occasionally bite.
And yet, the pictures make you want to visit… I have not yet been to the Torr House, but ought to because it’s here… despite the “let down” factor.