What's on your refrigerator? Someone on a blog asked recently and several people responded. I thought about it and have to say that our refrigerator art gallery can be more intimate and possibly more revealing than the stuff we hang on our walls or the framed photos on the desk or piano top.
Here's my gallery: a photo of my two grown daughters together at Yellowstone. They live on different continents and are rarely together so this is an unusual photo. Since they are grown and so are my grandchildren I have no kiddie drawings. But I do have a post card of Annie Liebowitz' photo of Keith Harring -- you can't see it very well unless you double click the photo. It's like graffiti, but VERY sophisticated in this case, as he's in the middle of it, painted, otherwise nude. There are pictures of two men who never have and never will disappoint me: Beethoven and Schubert. There is a funny little picture someone sent me of three ladies from the '40s in winter coats doing high kicks that seems to say, we're only as old as we think we are and we don't think we're old at all. And then there's a hunk post card -- three Mongolian wrestlers in their skimpy shorts and open jackets and little caps -- because they're hunks and because I really loved traveling in Mongolia.
I am not going to offer further explanation. That's my gallery. What's yours?
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!