Who would have thought it? The hunter-gatherer instinct runs deep in me.
Today we bought a pair of drawings by Lars Arrhenius, best known for his funny, vaguely sinister "Transport for London - A-Z" map of the London Underground. I'd come upon the drawings at a gallery in my desperation to (unsuccessfully) buy a painting by another lesser-known Swedish artist. The drawings were a consolation prize, a naked man and woman who could be some kind of 21st century European version of ancient Egyption art, all sharp outlines and profiles. At this moment, they are looking at each other behind my back on the wall of the study.
Adam and Eve, I like to think of them.
Despite the husband's conviction that it is a sound investment, I know that art is only worth what people are willing to pay for it, and fashions come and go. It's not like real estate.
But, I like the Adam and Eve as if I'd made them myself, as if they were my flat little paper children.
On second thought, is this more about a frustrated paternal instinct than about hunting and gathering?
The Swedish word for the day is skapelseberättelsen. It means the creation story.
- by Francis S.