You’ve Finally Been Framed
So I finally got around to framing some prints I’ve had kicking around for a while. I guess having lots of spare time at the moment has enabled me to catch up on some missed jobs around the apartment. And well, to be perfectly honest, qualifying for the Styrian Grand Prix was delayed because of the weather.
The smaller frame on the right is great image of Porto di Catania taken sometime in the 19th century, gifted to me by a Catanian a couple of years ago. It shows the old port with a couple of fisherman returning with a catch with the ever-dominating Mount Etna in the background.
And a couple of historic map prints, again gifted to me, this time by a now ex-girlfriend back in 2003, if my memory serves correct. I seem to remember her buying them in a quaint little bookshop in Firenze. I love a good map and can happily lose a few hours pouring over their details.
Now, where to hang them…
So I’ve spent the evening hanging, assessing, considering, moving and re-hanging. Wash, rinse, repeat.
I’m happy with one. The second needs to be raised a few centimetres but it’s position in my apartment is good. The third, well it is annoying me and I’m going to sleep on it and come back to it tomorrow.
But what I have realised is that I am not the most creative of people.
So I decided to buy frames based on the fact that I had the Catania photo. My whole search for frames centred on this image. And, as it turns out, I think I bought a really nice frame for it. The image is subtly sepia, and the rustic oak-esque frame is perfect. It contrasts well, it shows the picture nicely. It’s a good fit.
But in my moment of “great, I found a frame for it, now order two more for the maps and job done” I ignored the fact that maybe the oak frame doesn’t suit the maps as well. Essentially, the maps don’t sit well with the oak frame.
Maybe I just need to get used to them. Maybe I need to stop thinking about it. Maybe I need to top up my drink and chill out.