a big stack of old books. Sometimes I look at pics of a room full of old dusty, smelly (to some) books and think…that’s what the inside of my head looks like. My mind has an old roll top desk in the left hand corner with an old chair, that has rusty wheels, pushed up against it. The chair is there merely to hold more books. The desk is stacked high with thick volumes on subjects I don’t even care for, but I dearly want to read just because the outside looks awesome. I am afraid I do judge a book by its cover (however, I do not judge people that way). On the other side of the room is an antique dress makers form (which I do own) and lots more books. A cup of coffee that I forgot to drink because I got sidetracked, again. A record player (my daughter, a toddler at the time, described it as; that thing that plays those giant black CD”s) and a wonderful display of my Elvis records, because, why would I need to listen to anything else really. In the back corner is a giant display of my Faber-Castell pencils, all of them, and old paint brushes and sketching pencils and paints and, well that kinda sums up my mind. It sounds like I have put too much time in thinking about it, but I haven’t, that is just how it looks.
This week, I am hoping to take a drive into Brissy (Brisbane) to check out the Gallery Of Modern Art (GOMA) and have a coffee at the State Library. Can’t wait. If I have time I’m going to indulge in a little sketching. http://www.qagoma.qld.gov.au/
If only the state library looked like any of these…but it’s still okay.
And a cat reading a book, just because.
So please check back during the week to see some shots from the Art Galleries and the State Library in Brisbane, Queensland, OZ.
Catch ya later.