Tom and I have touched this painting!


I love the girl bathed in light in the left foreground. Growing up, I always imagined I was that girl, small amidst all the big people. I have been thinking a lot about art, as I am giving an art lesson in Eowyn's class on Monday. I want to teach them that whatever their response is to a piece of art, it is as significant as that of a famous art critic, because each viewer is part of the painting's story!

Bens' 35th party was tonight. I have just washed up, and feel very pleased with the nice clean house. It was a lovely party - our last Bag End party. I am very thankful for our lovely friends here in Seattle, and shall miss them immensely.

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Nonickname said…
Hmmm...Now that I know the personal story behind the painting, I may want it for myself after all. I am just not sure that we have the wall space to give it a good home. Then again, we don't have any bookshelf space either, but that didn't stop us from hoarding books like outlaws!
Mon Nov 09, 08:00:00 am AEDT
gretta at lothlorien said…
Are you having to leave Nightwatch behind, my Meggs??? love
Tue Nov 10, 11:53:00 am AEDT
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