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Things Sculptures Think 7

28 Sunday May 2017

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france, inner monologues, paris, sculpture, statue, tuilleries, versailles, what sculptures are thinking, what statues are thinking

Continuing on with all the fun, I’m going to sharing the inner thoughts of another sculpture. Fair warning: statues like to swear a lot.

Paris - Tuilleries 2

“This is some serious bullshit, y’all.”

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Things Sculptures Think 6

27 Saturday May 2017

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france, inner monologue, musee d'orsay, paris art, sculpture, statue, what sculptures are thinking, what statues are thinking

As a reminder, while we were on our tour of cities along the Seine, we saw a lot of sculptures. I happen to quite like sculpture, but at certain point, I hit information overload and my way of coping was imagining what the sculptures were thinking. For your viewing pleasure, I’ve been sharing their inner monologues of some of the sculptures we saw. Here’s another. Fair warning: statues are crass.

Musee D'Orsay 3

“Don’t get me wrong, I love being able to work from home. I don’t even have to get dressed in the morning. Every day is casual Friday around here, bitchez! 24/7 naked time!! But damn, all that typing and jerking off. I think I’m getting carpal tunnel syndrome…”

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Things Sculptures Think 5

26 Friday May 2017

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Continuing on with the inner monologues of some of the sculptures we saw in France:

Musee D'Orsay 5 cropped

“Okay, Jenn, you balance the toilet paper roll on your head and I’ll take the selfie and sext it to Brian. Then we can live stream our pillow fight!”

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Things Sculptures Think 4

25 Thursday May 2017

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I’ve been sharing the inner monologues of some of the sculptures we saw in France. This one is short and sweet. Fair warning: statues like to swear a lot.

Paris - Tuilleries 8 cropped

“I can’t believe I’m fucking naked with a fucking pigeon on my head in the middle of fucking Paris. Again.”

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Things Sculptures Think 3

24 Wednesday May 2017

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badminton, baseball, france, Louvre, olympics, paris, quidditch, roman art, sculpture, statue, what sculptures are thinking, what statues are thinking

Continuing yesterday’s awesomeness, I’m sharing the inner thoughts of some of the sculptures we saw along our trip down the Seine. This trio was hanging out in the Louvre, which just seems dangerous to me. What if one of their balls (I mean the actual balls, not the one guy’s testicles) got away from them while they were playing and broke something? Clearly security at the Louvre is getting lax. Fair warning: statues like to swear a lot.

Louvre 29

“This has to be the worst game ever. Are we playing badminton? Baseball? We need to rethink what we hit the ball with. Maybe we should invent Quidditch now.”

Louvre 4

“Quit your bitching. I can’t believe I lost the coin toss. Next time we’re playing shirts and skins, not pants and skins.”

Louvre 7

“Shut up. Can someone get me a fucking sports bra?”

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Things Sculptures Think 2

23 Tuesday May 2017

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As promised yesterday, I’m going to share the inner monologues of some of the sculptures we saw. Fair warning: statues like to swear a lot.

Paris - Tuilleries 3

“I am tired of all these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane!”

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Things Sculptures Think

22 Monday May 2017

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art, france, gladiator, inner monologue, paris, sculpture, statue, versaille sculpture, versailles, what sculptures are thinking, what statues are thinking

While we were on our tour of cities along the Seine, we saw a lot of sculptures. I happen to quite like sculpture, but at certain point, I hit information overload and my way of coping was imagining what the sculptures were thinking. For your viewing pleasure, over the coming days, I’m going to share the inner monologues of some of the sculptures we saw. Fair warning: statues like to swear a lot.

Versailles 16

“Shit. I’m exhausted. That was a rough battle. Luckily, I looked cool in my awesome hemp necklace. I was…wait. Is that an ear? Is that AN EAR?! Oh my god, there’s a fucking ear lying on the ground right next to me! I think I’m gonna throw up. I’d move, but I appear to have lost part of my foot…Holy shit, is that my ear?! This day suuuuuuucks.”

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Buddha

04 Saturday Feb 2017

Posted by emilypageart in art, culture, death, dementia, family, Fractured Memories, humor, painting, Uncategorized

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Alzheimer's, art, artist, Buddha, dad, dementia, dementia care facilities, Emily Page, Emily Page Art, father, Fractured Memories, frontal lobe dementia, frontotemporal dementia, FTD, oil on board, oil painting, paint, painter, painting, Raleigh artist, statue

It’s been a tough few days for me. Tomorrow is the first anniversary of my dad’s death, and I’m missing him somethin’ fierce. Images from his final, painful days keep creeping into my head and stealing my breath, even though I thought I was past that trauma. I’ve been in duck and cover mode as a result, and wanting to just hide under a rock somewhere far, far away from the world. But that’s not how life works, so I’m turning to paint. With brush in hand, I’ve been tapping and dabbing and flicking my way through the pain, trying to find a more meditative state. It’s been hard, so I took the whole meditative, zen thing a little more literally, this time focusing on the Buddha.

My dad had loved yoga in the years prior to the dementia hitting, and he still practiced it for awhile after we moved him to a dementia care facility. There was a statue of the Virgin Mary in the courtyard of the facility, and every morning, my dad would go outside, bow to the statue and say, “Namaste.” Thinking of that now, even in the midst of all this sadness, brings a quiet smile. Namaste, papa.

Buddha.jpg

Buddha 7″ x 5″ oil on board $150

Original available here. Prints here.

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Namaste

26 Friday Feb 2016

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dementia, frontal lobe dementia, frontotemporal dementia, Namaste, silly dementia happenings, statue, Virgin Mary, Virgin Mary statue, yoga

I don’t really have anything interesting to write today, but I came across this picture when I was in VA last weekend, which reminded me of a story about my dad. At the dementia care facility, there was a statue of the Virgin Mary in the fenced-in courtyard. Every morning, my dad, who had practiced yoga for several years, would go outside and bow to the Virgin Mary and say, “Namaste.” Not surprisingly, the statue did not answer back. Rude.

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