Tuesday, 16 April 2013

in my father's room






























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  1. billoo17 April 2013 at 08:18

    these are lovely photos, roxana..they reminded me of these lines..

    'But a voice made me come out of the angle where I was beginning to die of an angel's dream.'

    (Bachleard, more or less).

    The other, sultry ones are lovely as well but..er..ahem..in another way!

    :-)

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  2. billoo17 April 2013 at 11:20

    This is so poignant..the first time, I think, you've written about your father. Beautiful, but sad.

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    1. Roxana17 April 2013 at 16:16

      why is this sad, b? the loneliness of the lamp?

      in fact, when i lived in this house, this room was nobody's room - i don't know who had the brilliant idea of building a house like a train - the kitchen would be the locomotive, and then the rest of the (4) rooms and the bathroom would come after that in a row, so that to go from the last room to the kitchen one would need to go through all the other rooms - maybe people had a different sense of privacy back then? anyway, when i was a child, i didn't pay much attention to this room, it was merely the closest to the kitchen, which was our goal (especially when grandmother was baking her cakes :-). and yet now i identify it with my father, it's been some years since it's become "my father's room".

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  3. Miriam17 April 2013 at 21:17

    ce minunat,da,si ele se imbina,pentru mine,cu amintirile mele despre aceasta vara,in care am mancat acolo,langa camera lui,si el se invartea in jurul meu,nestiind ce sa imi aduca mai bun,iar eu ma simteam asa de protejata de stratul acesta dens de grija,si ma si amuza...si ma uitam la fiecare coltisor,imaginandu-mi clipele pe care le petrece el acolo,imi placea sa il vad singur,imi placea sa inventez seri cu el citind acolo,si uitandu-se pe fereastra-iti dai seama ce dar mi-ai facut?:)

    si sunt aici,in imaginile tale,am eu impresia,toate aceste umbelete ale lui,dar si acele crochiuri de nemiscare,nu stiu care mai frumoase,care mi se impun mai hotarat in memorie.
    mi-e dor de ochii vostri,care mereu am crezut ca seamana-sa ii spui,te rog:)

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  4. Anonymous18 April 2013 at 07:00

    Yes, i suppose that's it; a lamp only burns for someone. having just sold our old house (and, amazingly, not being fleeced!) i guess i've got a thing for old things at the moment.

    So, if you wanted to go to the kitchen, say, you'd have to got through the lounge, someone's bedroom?

    I like the idea, though. If I had the money I'd build one room that would actually look like a train compartment.

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    1. Roxana19 April 2013 at 18:32

      one room is perhaps ok, but an entire house, that's not so practical :-)

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    2. Roxana19 April 2013 at 18:41

      re: So, if you wanted to go to the kitchen, say, you'd have to got through the lounge, someone's bedroom?

      yes. i added details of the description in the other answers below :-)

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  5. Anonymous18 April 2013 at 07:05

    hi my beautiful friend, thankyou so much for sharing this room with us, and this glimpse into your personal life of it being the closest to the kitchen and grandmother's cakes.I have had those kind of experiences also in living with my grandparents also as a child, but my memory is her cutting long strands of spaghetti.
    I don't know what the situation is in romania it probably varies like here but well into the past three or four siblings would share one bedroom and then in later years kids would have their own bedrooms.
    I can recall sharing a lot of space when I was a small girl and then we moved to a more affluent district and we kids had our own bedrooms but for years I felt so spiritually impoverished after the move because there was so much emphasis on materialism well not in my home but in the district surrounding it.

    anyway this is a masterpeice of a photo, I can see the sense of authority belonging to a father and the guiding light and the strong character well anyway you can get carried away interpreting these things-haha, how much really can one photo define a life.anyway yes the photo has a lot of character.

    hugs and love and light

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    1. Roxana19 April 2013 at 18:36

      i shared the last two rooms (as opposite to the kitchen) with my sister and our grandmother, who lived long after i left the house - so in a way, i never had real privacy being there, or my own, entirely own room. but it is also true that my grandmother was most of the time outside or in the kitchen, so we could have the rooms all to ourselves...

      i am glad that you shared these memories here, Madeleine, we are bound to always go back to our childhood times, are we not?

      (yes, you are right, i like the intimacy of this little corner of a world, here :-)

      hugs, lots

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  6. pensum19 April 2013 at 01:41

    Giorgio Morandi lived with his two sisters in Bologna, in an apartment with a similar layout. He painted in his bedroom which was at the back of the apartment, so when a dealer or collector came to see his work, they would have to pass through the two ladies' rooms on the way in and again when they left.

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    1. Roxana19 April 2013 at 18:40

      i would usually stay in the last room (the "back of the appartment") and would love to paint still lifes at that time, though i am afraid here ends the similarity between me and the wonderful Morandi :-)
      fascinating, that such a design exists in Italy as well!

      for a while, we thought of having a corridor built on the outside of the rooms, a long line along the entire house, but this would take away a portion of the yard, which is not wide as it is, so the idea was given up...

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  7. Michael T Stowers20 September 2013 at 06:10

    Beautiful shadows. Chiaroscuro.

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