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My Almost-daily Journal |
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| About I love trying out new things, especially when it comes to internet technology. I never really kept a journal, but it's something that I've always wanted to do. Now, everybody will get a chance to look inside my twisted, and somewhat-warped mind.
I've also subscribed to Audio Blog, so a few times a week, I'll leave actual voice blogs. Very cool!XML Newsfeed Previous Posts
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Monday, June 30, 2003
Visit to my Aunt's House I started the morning by snapping some shots of my cousin's artwork. Here's a little intro I wrote for his art gallery: About a week ago, I had the bitter-sweet privilege of going to my aunt's house to pick through some of Gus' artwork. It was bitter because my aunt passed away a couple months ago, and the memories were still strong and embedded: the home's unique fragrance, the house's signature architecture, and the ambiance of childhood joy. It was hard to fathom that this chapter of our family history was coming to an end. The house was sold. Gus passed away almost a decade ago. He had his Masters in the Arts. Like most Filias' (including myself), he was cursed with the Filias genotype: Attention Deficit Disorder, Addiction Disorder, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, Manic-Depression, and all of their side-effects. He found release through art. The art below are some of the pieces that I acquired. Gus continues to live on through his artistic interpretations of life that will find places inside my home, as well as this online art gallery. I know that he would be pleased. My aunt died a few months ago. She still kept all of Gus' art upstairs. It was extremely emotional for me to stop in at my aunt's house to rummage through Gus' art. I didn't think that I'd have a problem with it, since I consider myself a "rock". I was mistaken. The house was eerie and lifeless. It was like a tomb. Originally, her house was the epicenter of the Filias' exodus from Greece. The house was always full of life. The only words that can describe it is "childhood bliss". Sure, there were moments that I'd like to forget like the times my aunt barbarically yanked loose teeth out of my mouth, and the time my mouth was horrendously washed out with soap, but the fond memories I cherish. So much history... it's a shame the house had to be sold. My aunt was our family's matriarch... if she didn't come to America, her baby brother (my father) never would have followed. It's interesting to note how our own existence is so inter-connected with past human decisions. Gus' Art Gallery After dealing with the emotional tension, I finally mustered the strength to go upstairs (I still felt like my aunt was here, trying to feed me a 7-course meal). Gus left behind a plethora of his artwork. Some of his stuff got picked over already by his siblings, but there was still so much to choose from. I ended up taking a few of his oil paintings, some watercolors, and most of his lithographs, along with the lithographic plates. I plan on displaying the lithographs with the plates. I also discovered some poetry, which I also snatched. The Photo Fetish I started the morning by snapping some shots of my cousin's artwork. I figured it would be nice to display his art online, so that other next-of-kin can also enjoy his work. It's also nice to catalog everything, so that everybody in our family knows which pieces I possess. Can you believe that today, after taking the pictures of the art, my picture file numbering sequence rolled over? I have taken 10,000 pictures! That's almost certifiable! I'm happy that it was his artwork that caused the "rollover". Ironic. posted by Dino at 11:50 AM (permanent link) |