Looking at Two Paintings in the Boulder Public Library :: Personal Narrative Writing

Looking at Two Paintings in the boulder Public LibraryI love to kill time. It was once say by a wise man that the one thing were allgiven an equal amount of is time, and how we use this time is what willing ultimately determine the course of our lives. These days, there are plenty of operating instructions for those who are still unsure how to use time. We need revision .02 biography with upgraded busyness. So download the belatedst groupware and be sure to e-wire all those efforts to the 5 to 9 and 27/4 multitaskers. At least its something comparable that, I can ususally pay attention until they start in with the math. At any rate, its needless to say that instead of working late to pay for a bigger roof, I prefer to leave previous(predicate) and catch the setting sun. Instead of spending Saturday morning taped to a desk, I prefer to wander the wide aisles of the local library, where coincidentally, this paper takes place.A library is equal a compact, concrete garden of the globe. Where all the solid groundsdiverse words are arranged by their lawsuit and placed in orderly rows. Now, Boulder isknown somewhat for its diversity, and the library doesnt stick out here for that reason.Its more like the official logo stamped on the place, the swoosh under the Nike lettering.Here it was that move round the bookstacks, I came to a section of wall that had twopaintings on it. They were both painted by the same two people, Leo and Diane Dillon, inthe same year, 1978. Having paid the bills, and stocked the fridge some weeks previous, Iwas gay to realize I had a little time to kill and could bear up under a closer look.The first painting, the one on the left, is entitled schnoz Woman. The woman issitting against an orange backdrop in a wide, deep brown dress that flows off the lowerleft upset corner of the painting. On her right hand is a rough whip glove, whereperches a little orange and white bird of Minerva. Her left hand is ungloved and is snuggled in herlap. Worn around her head and down her shoulders all the focusing until it seems to beperched in her lap is the semi-transparent image of a gigantic owl. The owls headitself is not transparent, and is worn over the womans head like a snug bonnet. Thewomans cheek is clearly visible.