Sometimes I stare at my ceiling and absorb the geometry of the beams as they cut from wall to wall. My living room and kitchen are open to each other so when I painted, I made sure the colors had a subtle flow. If you look close enough at the beams (right, soffit [sic] is probably the more accurate term here) you will notice that they are one shade darker than the living room walls – and that they match the kitchen. I believe the color is called “Gentle Fawn.” Sadly, a number of gentle fawns find themselves staring at the sky after being hit by a car ’round these parts.
A lot of thought went into choosing the perfect colors for my home. I wanted to create the right atmosphere – warm, inviting, and snuggley – part library, part bistro. Before now I’d never really thought about whether the paint actually looked like “warm caramel” or a gentle “fawn.” That is, until I found myself contemplating my ceiling.
When I can’t find a way to express myself, release my emotions, I often drift to the observing my surroundings. Am I looking for something to comfort me? Something to distract me? Something to re-focus and calm me? I don’t know. A few years ago I discovered a large mistake I’d made at work. Unfortunately, the mistake cost the company a large sum of money and there was no immediate way to recoup the loss. After immediately bringing it to the attention of my boss and having a “wtf are we going to do dinner” I found myself lying on my couch (man that is a good couch – it now resides in my basement because I just can’t bear to get rid of it) staring at the ceiling – numb. Not sure if I was absorbing or reflecting emotion.
Geometry was never my favorite subject, but I’ve always loved the look of a clear, crisp line. Sometimes, I really wish life was a little more like geometry.
