Art-turo! Kata-rena!

Art has always been a passion of mine. I really got into it several years ago, when I took a college course in Humanities. Our instructor; Mr. Gardener is such an inspiration in himself that he motivated my love of photography and art. It's just something so surpassed by the human eye on a daily basis. Art has no real definition. You cannot define art as just a single work alone, it's everywhere and everything. Art is found in a rainfall, a cloud of breath in winter, a dance, a filmed scene, etc. It's overlooked, greatly overlooked. There's a feeling that it gives off that I consider the feather tickle of a muse.

I'm not a very vintage person, but I love the poses done in 1950's artwork. Photos and posters, advertisements and drawings have so much fun to them. They are so innocently sexy, and the way they incorporate the housewife as sort of a hidden sex symbol. Something I can greatly appreciate, being one myself. It's classy with edge, like "Gypsy Rosalie".

Today I decided to do a few poses in black and white. It was for fun, for trial, and for practice. I call it my "Ode to black and white". It was fun and a lot of the pics came out great. I couldn't help but notice a hint of Marilyn Monroe in some of my poses. After all, she was an icon of beauty and classic sexiness. So much so, she was the inspiration of Andy Warhol. Poses she has done, has been re-enacted in various stints, and by various persons, not to mention her look.

Other than that, the husband and I have made up for the time being. I don't know how long it will take for things to sour again, but i'm expecting it. We had a great time together. He wants me to move back into our bedroom. I don't know if it will matter much. There is the question of moving again. I have some doubts and some excitements. Here, we endure heat and lack privacy. It's something we both agree on. The distance though, and the people around this new area may drive him further away. Right now, he disappears and I know what it will be like. We have cultural differences, and miscommunications. I want to figure out what he wants and I'd like him to see what I'm searching for too. My boys are the main priority, I want them to have happiness not abuse or separation. Deep down, I know he doesn't want that for them either. He has to admit to his problems. He is a control freak, and maybe without my knowledge of it; so am I. He has standards, and my standards are very limited. I am an art nerd, with sensitivities. He is a yard man with a penchant for upgrading cell phones. We are so different. We need to find what we agree on and work with that.