Mark Pettit/You have Something Up Your Butt!
Images of Venice stir my soul. There is something so seductive about that place. It may be the mystery that lurks in the shadows of my mind. It may be the romantic heart that pounds with desire. It may be that this was the place that women explored their intellent only if they were a courtesan or a nun. Such drastic divisions…either a sinner or a savior or souls were allowed books.
The first time I saw a painting by Mark Pettit I had to have one. His painting almost come to life right in front of your eyes. There is a dream like quality about them, one could almost step inside the painting and join. I have only two of his paintings. The one below caught my eye, and I had to grab it fast. His show sell out very quickly, so a decisive mind is a must. One does not have the luxury of waiting a day to decide. I did that once with his painting, and the painting was gone the next day.
Upon gazing at the painting the viewer becomes immersed in the bouncing waves. Smelling the flowers, and hearing the sounds of the cloth of the blind billowing in the wind. The sound of the waves continually lapping the building, and the sound of the gondolas hitting on another in a rhythm that one does not forget.
Alright, for additional fun I wanted to be part of the Sits-girls challenge.
My best friend and I were familiar with the Principals office. It seemed as though we often got called to the office. One very memorable time was when we decide to take longer to get to the Principals office. My best friend was more daring than I was back then. She said “lets slide down the banisters.” I was too scared. It was three flights…just typing this makes my hands sweat. She took off…swoosh…down the first one. It looked like so much fun! She mounted the next one. She screamed! I ran down the steps. She was holding her butt. “What is wrong?” She would not take her hand off her butt. “Let me see, let me see!” I said to her. She uncovered her butt, and there was a huge splinter right through her pants. I told her “You have a stick up your butt!” She was not amused! She told me “pull it out!” I told her to cover her mouth. She covered her mouth with both hands. I pulled out the stick, and she screamed. I told her we better get her to the nurse, and skip the Principals office. We went to the nurse, and when we told her she laughed as she looked at the bum of my friend. She got a band-aid on her butt, and a memory to last a lifetime. She never slid down another rail again that I know of after that time.