Sigyn has finished looking at the (weird) majolica and the glass and has joined me in looking at some of the artwork hanging on the walls. To say that it’s an eclectic collection would be an understatement the size of Tony Stark’s ego.
There’s a small portrait called “The Clockwinder.”
Sigyn likes the use of light and shadow, as well as all the detailing of the woman’s dress. I think it’s a stupid outfit to do housework in, and a really dumb place to leave a cello. I am also waiting for the woman to lose her balance and step right through the seat of that rush-bottomed chair. Does no one think of these things but me?!
This next one is a lot less full of impending doom. Lake, cabins, sailboats, someone running on a covered bridge.
See that fellow, Sigyn? He’s rushing home because the people in the boats are friends he invited last week for lunch today, but he forgot he invited them, and now he has to come up with something to serve them that takes two minutes or less and that can be made with the contents of his larder and smokehouse. I hope his guests like venison jerky and one shriveled up old onion. Bachelors–they never have anything to eat on hand.
This next piece is actually embroidery and not paint. That is some very fancy stitching!
The human female says that three-dimensional embroidery like this is called stumpwork. What stumps me is how anyone has the patience to fiddle about with silk and gold wire and such or why they’d spend so much time on it.
Sigyn thinks the lion in the corner has a funny face.
I agree, Sigyn! That’s one silly cat. He has a Louis XIV hairdo and appears to be winking at someone outside the frame. Naughty lion! Who are you flirting with? Or sizing up for dinner? Better not be my sweetie!
Norns’ nighties! There’s another embroidered lion over here! We seem to be quite overrun with leones factus de sericum et aurum.
This one has a curly coat. The human female says that, when he was new, all those coils would have been bright, shiny, gold.
I think he looks worried. Or maybe just uncomfortable. He’s wearing a heavy, curly fur coat on a very warm day, maybe that’s it?
Or maybe… Maybe the woman winding the clock is home alone in the cabin by the lake , and the man on the bridge knows this. But he has seen two boats sailing towards the cabin, each one carrying a lion. Even from a distance, he can tell that one of the lions is looking shifty and hungry, while the other one looks miserable. Can he run fast enough to reach home before the lions do? Will he make it in time to snatch up the cello, pick up the bow where he’s dropped it in the shadows somewhere, and play a soothing tune that will calm the amorous/carnivorous passions of the first lion and reassure the miserable lion? Will they all live happily ever after in the house by the lake, dancing to cello tunes and listening to the clock strike the hours? Will the worried lion look less fearful after he teaches the woman not to stand on unstable furniture?
Will Sigyn finish looking at art and needlework and let me take her out to a birthday lunch?
We can only hope!