I was browsing poster websites this afternoon, trying to find something to fit that pesky spot on my wall next to my massive (massive, massive) Lord of the Rings poster and after browsing awesome Burton and creepily-fabulous Coraline, I found this.
I am something of a Rockwell fanatic, actually, and have an absolutely awesome big book about him with lots of wonderful prints (it’s called Norman Rockwell’s People and you should probably go buy it now) that holds a place of honor in my heart and on my shelf. I was always partial to A Day in the Life of a Girl, Outside the Principal’s Office, Girl at the Mirror, The Marriage License, Triple Self Portrait… too many to list. C’mon, some of you must be Norman fans too, right?
But then there are his baseball paintings. They’re special in a unique sort of way- they always give me this feeling like, Some things never change. The players, the fields, the umps… in a way they all sort of looked the same then as they do now. It makes me miss baseball but also puts the seasons and the game and all that in a kind of perspective. Without getting entirely cheesy, you know what I mean?
I am so buying this thing. Maybe it’ll go next to Buster Posey in my kitchen. They’d make a nice pair. And then I could squeeze Johnny Depp’s Willy Wonka into my bedroom. And Coraline and her button eyes may have to be relegated to the ceiling. Whoever said interior decorating was easy…
p.s. The Giants might trade Timmy. Yeah. Right. Totally.