Oh, Ms. Scarlet.
You dear woman. You made the mistake of wanting to know more about my study projects.
Oh sweetheart....
1. Leonardo Da Vinci
I have been in love with DaVinci since I was 13 and saw an exhibit of his designs when it was touring the world. It was this one. You can turn off the sound and skip ahead to the display models. That's what lit the spark.
The fascination was instant, obsessive, and has lasted until this day. The proof is that in searching for the picture above, I was stalled for three days reading about all the recent breakthroughs made in the study of DaVinci and his work. I spent ten hours in front of the screen and didn't even notice the time go by.
My DaVinci project was my first big, organized 'formal' project; and the study of his life, work and times has lead me on a wonderful tour through the most surprising byways. Everything from flood control to controlling decomposition in a warm climate, from making gesso sottile to designing the world's longest bridge. Along the road I learned how to read Italian, (kinda) was introduced to the famous male prostitutes of Olde Florence...learned how to make cantarella...and you never know when those skills will come in handy. Particularly the cantarella.
This lead to
2. Albrecht Durer and the Northern Renaissance. Well, basically The Renaissance and how inspiration and learning was transmitted back and forth across Europe from the 1300's to 1519.
And Albrecht Durer.
3, 4, 5. Oregon History/Portland History/Milwaukie History.
...and here it is. This is a cornus nuttalii, folks. Common Dogwood. They don't get any taller than say nine feet. But this one? There's a two-story house at the far bottom right of this photo for scale. We in Milwaukie were all very proud of this glorious tree.
Being my home state, its principal city, and my hometown. Why? Because my family were original pioneer settlers, and my immediate family used to be the caretakers of the Pioneer Cemetery in Milwaukie. We had the records that helped people locate the graves of their predecessors, and the people who came to our house to consult them told us many interesting stories of the lives and times of their dead, which to little grade school FirstNations was riveting stuff because I was a super weird kid. Much of that early history is history that my father's family helped make. Time and time again I come across the names of relatives, people I've met, places I knew, and the confirmations of stories my grandmother told. And it is absolutely wonderful to me.
7. Folktales, monsters, ghosts and UFOS and how boojum tales begin and change over time.
My mom got me into this shit without realizing it. At first I was drug along in the wake of her obsession with all things supernatural, and then I was drug along in the wake of her obsession with all things...more acceptably supernatural. By which I mean Christianity. I never told her that her angle on those things and mine were wildly divergent, of course. This isn't something that I'm obsessed with (any more) but I do follow it, and have been since the 1970's.
7. Bog Bodies and ancient preserved dead people.
I am your source for all things Tollund Man and Utzi. I actually cried when they found that poor frozen dude, thinking of him all alone up there on the mountaintop for centuries. It still gets to me. From baby mammoths to Ancient Egypt, if it was once a living thing and is now all dried out and crunchy, or leathery and maybe slippery, or gooey, I am THERE.
7. Old cookbooks, appliances, and kitchen design.
It all started with the gift of one battered glass measuring cup.
This, somehow, gave rise to a kind of frightening obsession with all things Vintage Cooking and Kitchens.
I was steadily filling my house with everything from old appliances to eggbeaters back in the late 1980s, when we were selling at swap meets. Most prominently I had vintage Foley cooking utensils all displayed on my kitchen walls. Well over sixty different objects as I recall. Then I finished collecting the entire Foley catalogue of kitchen gadgets and interest waned. Now I'm back in black and ready to rock, and currently reading-
-A Bachelors Cupboard, Containing Crumbs Culled From The Cupboards Of the Great Unwedded
-The Cult Of The Chafing Dish
-The Fireless Cookbook, 1869
-Country Commune Cooking, 1972
-West Oakland Soul Food Cookbook, 1963
-The Web Foot Cookbook, Portland, 1885
-...and, um...five more that I just bought online.
You see, most people think like this:
A flow chart. If/then, yes/no. Nice. Linear. Logical.
This is how I think:
Albrecht Dürer! What a beautiful man. Invented "the selfie" five hundred years ago...
ReplyDeleteI love wild and wacky party heroes... Jx
Guess who has one of his prints(much enlarged) above the bed?
DeleteHe was glorious, wasn't he? And the art he created.
DeleteI have followed some strange paths on a whim.Or a burning need-to-know. Among other things, it lead me to collect rather a lot of thimbles. And forks. Lots of forks, all collected on the road...
ReplyDeleteI left out the "holy picture" stuff. One aunt had married into the Church of Rome and the house was festooned with creepy Jesus and Mary pictures.
My grandmother collected thimbles! and my mother, naturally, collected holy pictures. The one with Jesus' heart wrapped in thorns, on fire, with slashes that dripped blood was actually kind of metal.
DeleteOh my! I think your projects are rather wonderful, and I'm very pleased that I asked! Albrecht Dürer is very interesting - perspective?
ReplyDeleteI go down rabbit holes on the internet, but it bothers me that I never remember anything - I do make scrappy little notes, but then I rarely refer back to them. Do you accumulate large files of research? Do you remember most of what you find out?
Saying that though, my Rightmove obsession in 2005 did lead me to knowing the price of nearly every property in a small East Sussex village for several years.
Thank you!
Sx
Anything for a lady, m'dear! I do accumulate files online, and books-!???! Lordy. Naturally I can't bring to mind a single fact when it's needed.
DeleteI am braced and ready for the Cult of the Chafing Dish. Bring it, bitches.
ReplyDeleteYEAH! Cult of the Chafing Dish was written by 'An Unmarried Gentleman', as they used to say. It begins 'Every bachelor has a wife of some sort. Mine is a chafing dish, and I desire to sing her praises. My better half - I love to call her Chaffinda - and to dwell upon the doubled consonant - is a nickle-plated dish on a wrought-iron stand, with a simple spirit lamp wherewith to keep herself warm. I bought her at Harrods' stores for twelve shillings and ninepence...'and continues on thusly.
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