November 17, 2012 - Garden Path
 

We had come in the back way of a familiar building to attend a meeting on the third floor.

On our way out, as we were retracing our twists and turns, we came upon a corridor that seemed to go on for a lot longer than was possible.

The end wall was decorated with this painting of a garden path. I think you can tell from the image that the perspective is just right to make you think it goes on beyond the wall on which it is painted.

http://cellar.org/2012/gardenpath.jpg

(Not bad for an oldie cell phone.)

I want one of those for real when I win the lotto and re-do my 'house'- (in the late '50's you'd call it a house- i guess you still could- but compared to what they are building just down the road, this is a guest cottage)

Until then you can paint the end of a hallway to look like it opens onto a huge Olympic sized swimming pool filled with turquoise colored water and a sole occupant in the pool that looks like Richard Parker ...

Which Richard Parker. . .?

The one that refused to get into the lifeboat.

I'm not all that fond of trompe l'oeil. It seems to require more suspended disbelief than I can cope with on a daily basis.

Stick some well-positioned mirrors in my house to increase potential size and light.
Then laugh as I am given jumpy moments catching my own moving relfection from time to time.

And have bad dreams about what I may have accidentally given permission to come through... Because gibbering wrecks are funny.