the seeing eye

i just about threw it in the trash--the school doesn't have extra money and i sure don't. but it was an art catalog. so it went in an arc from the basket to my desk top to look at during lunch. so many things (so much stuff) from a myriad of places. old art, new art, sculpture, postcards, samples, books, and lots of glorious color. there was a set of bold native american art posters reminding me i am still looking for a ghost dance poster like my sister has--that wasn't in the collection. there was postcards of austrailan art. i think, i know if i lose any of my senses, i hope sight is the last to go, not the first. although i would miss taste and smell, and sound. so a staff member sat by me at lunch and i was gushing over over the wonderfull images. she just turned up her nose. she would never have a crafty thing in her house, actually not even a degas! which suprised me. she is a musician--degree in performance -piano. she plays well and with enthusiasm. but she doesn't have art on her wall and her living room is not cosy to me. she is definately a martha stewart simplicity type person while i am the mary englebritt crafty type person. she said she took a test and it revealed she liked fine things. we are friends but we are completely different. i just can't comprehend a room without art.