That old friend would be an artist's proof print serigraph by American Impressionist Henri Plisson (bio here, scroll down) called "The Red Door," which now hangs above my couch, like so:
I think it adds a certain je ne sais quoi to the digs, don't you?
Update, 1600 hrs: I shoulda added this, from an e-mail conversation with DIL Erma:
Further... from another web site:Ya, that's us. Distinctive. Heh.
"Henri Plisson was born in Omaha, Nebraska as Patrick Ryan. He later embraced the name of Henri Plisson to be used in his impressionist paintings. He originally attended the University Of Nebraska, but continued his studies at the University Of Southern California. It was here that he obtained his Master of Fine Arts Degree. Many feel Plisson's style of painting used seemingly inherent methods which he combined with a unique sense of color and dynamic and lustrous images. "Painting is elusive. It is very difficult to verbalize, as you're putting into words something that speaks on its own," says the artist. This modern American Impressionist's works are currently displayed by some very distinctive corporate and private collectors. "
Heh. I'm distinctive now.
Red Door is also a fragrance.
ReplyDeleteNo kidding. By who?
DeleteElizabeth Arden. She of the "Red Door" spas. And fragrances.
DeleteNice print Buck; glad it's back home with you.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kris.
DeleteMonsieur Adjudant Buck,
ReplyDeleteJe suis impressionné par votre utilisation de la langue française.
Il suffit de dire...
Avec tout mon respect,
Le Vieux Sergent de l'Armée de l'Air
(Whew, I gave Google Translator and my rusty French skills a workout on that!)
I USED to speak excellent French, which is a product of seven years of instruction (three in grade school, four in high school) and three years o' livin' in Paris as a child. As a s'matter o' fact, I could pass as French... and did, quite often... by the time my father was transferred out o' Paris to his next duty station. These days it's conjugations and gender identity of nouns that kick my ass. But the more I drink the better my French gets.
DeleteKinda like my German. Took it in high school, had an excellent teacher. Of course, living in Germany for 7+ years helped get my skills up to par. I was in Belgium once and ordered a glass of red wine. The Belgian sitting next to me started laughing. Turning to him and asking (in English) if I had said something incorrectly, he laughed again and told me that I spoke French with a German accent.
DeleteAs you might reckon, not a good thing in those parts!
Wait... isn't Flemish a first cousin to German? Or were ya in the Francophone region?
DeleteIt was in the small town of La Roche, deep in the Ardennes. Definitely a Francophone region!
DeleteFlemish is very close to Dutch, so yeah first cousin to Deutsch. (Perhaps once removed or something like that.)
I like your Plisson. It brings a touch of artsy class to your home - not that it was lacking, but ya know how I like art on the walls. Glad you are home and all is well.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Lou. That Plisson is the sole surviving piece o' art from the wreckage o' my marriage. Well, not really... TSMP took a painting we bought in Beijing with her when she left. So there are two surviving pieces between the two of us.
DeleteDistinctive. Yeah, that's the term I been tryin' to put my finger on for years now...
ReplyDeleteKinda like "interesting," one assumes? ;-)
DeleteIt's a lovely touch, much better than the black velvet Elvis you had there before.
ReplyDeleteJust kiddin'.
I moved the Elvis to the bedroom... over my bed... coz ya know how chicks get all hot over him.
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