I watched a movie this past week and I did something I rarely, if not very infrequently do. I became involved in the film. Well, not that I was a part of Clive Owen and Juliette Binoche’s lively dialogue. Although if Clive had invited me, um, I wouldn’t have hesitated. I would’ve jumped, leaped, done whatever it took, to make myself available. But not. So I did the next best thing. I thought of words. In the manner of scrabble. Just like they did. Giving myself points as the film progressed. The film was called ‘Words and Pictures.’ It goes something like this… An honors English teacher and an honors art teacher through a deliciously concocted rivalry, each battling their own demons, engage the entire school in a theme of ‘Is a picture worth a thousand words?’
I love words and appreciate art, so the two are generally juxtaposed in my head.
I could not do what my beautiful friend Jen, at http://ramblingsfromamum.wordpress.com/ or lovely blogger friend Beth, at http://ididnthavemyglasseson.com/ do daily. They are a part of an incredible community of poets and writers, they write poetry and match those gently crafted words to the most stunning, heart warming and mind enticing photos. I’m not nearly as skilled.
I play word games in my head all the time, er, well, not all the time, mostly when I travel now. It is a bit strange but as I hold two hands, fumble for hand sanitizer, buy ferry tickets, carry vomit bags, search my purse for gluten-free snacks, point out historical detail and try on shoes wherever I go( er, I love buying shoes – is there a word for that)? I enjoy the challenge. These days I find I have to scramble in the deepest recesses of my brain for one small word. I am generally consumed with planning for bathroom stops- not to mention my phobia of public restrooms- food preferences and the nearest train station, where erstwhile quick thinking would allow me to come up with large words for what my eyes or ears might pick up – I used to feel very smart.
I don’t know where I would be without words and pictures. Maybe I talk too much or maybe I think too much. I always have a word for a picture or sound. Every picture is worth one word, at the very least, don’t you think?
Here’s my brain game: I come up with words and pair them with monuments, paintings, music, food and people; they are random and descriptive.. sometimes they make no sense, sometimes they are powerful.
I found some of my favorite travel photos along with my travel journal, and words I thought of at the time. Some I came up with as I wrote this post.
Alhambra, Granada – sand stone, emerald, lush, fountains, peace, color, still, water
Boticelli’s La Primavera – allegory
Boticelli’s Birth of Venus – brush strokes, renaissance, earthy, divine
Colin Firth – Darcy, Darcy, Darcy, er, lovely White shirt, Character actor, eloquent, skilled, mirthful, no sense of self.
David – must read ‘The Agony and the Ecstasy,’ human form, perfect, marble, sinewy, can I just stay here? – yes, I really did think that, but I had to be dragged away. Not kicking and screaming or I would have been most unwelcome at the museum. I was dragged nevertheless – two persistent little people decided they were quite done staring at a naked statue.
Gelato- Joie de vivre
Golden Gate Bridge – orange, not golden, engineering, earthquake, don’t want to get stuck. Sydney( don’t ask me why)
Hemingway Museum, Oak Park, Chicago : Farewell to Arms, typewriter, words, endless, suicide, For Whom the Bell Tolls
Koala with a much younger daughter #1 – cuddles, snuggles, warm, joyful, home
Mincus: Don Quixote (ballet) : humming-bird
Parthenon – Lightening, doric, Athena Parthenos,elated, peaceful
Sistine chapel – conundrum, Michelangelo,miraculous, voice of god, iridescent
Sydney Harbour Bridge – home, fireworks, New year, vast
Vatican : opulent, serene, abundance, speechless
So my readers I ask you, do you prefer pictures or words? Are they a pair or are they separate?