A friend recently posted a photo of Andrew Wyeth’s painting “Master Bedroom” on Facebook. I’ve always loved this piece but for some reason this time I saw it in a new way. My experience reminded me of the book The Salamander Room where the child’s walls eventually melt away as his room transforms into a perfect salamander habitat. You may not have the same experience, but forgive me my flight of fancy.
Master Bedroom by Andrew Wyeth
Gazing at the painting
my eyes slide away
from the sleeping
white dog,
the shadows shift,
the bed fades,
the walls disintegrate
into distant dappled forests
a wintry scene
light puddles on a blanket
of fallen snow
and flakes drift
like lace
in the lower
left
quadrant.
Molly Hogan (c) 2016
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A very interesting flight of fancy . . . wonder what my bedroom will turn into tonight? 🙂
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Gorgeous imaginings, Molly! I especially love “flakes drift/like lace”.
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I love to squint and see what you’ve imagined. There is a hidden message in that picture, and you’ve found it! Very fun, Molly!
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Thanks, Linda. I’m glad you could see it, too!
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The painting does evoke an outdoor, snowy scene, now that you mention it…
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Thank you for reminding me of Salamander Room. I LOVE that book!
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I like those lacy flakes and that puddling light, Molly. A fresh take!
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That is a visually arresting image, and thank you for your flights of fancy and the gift of lacy flakes.
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