Vampyr

Not too much to report with today.  Watched some sport, spent some quality time out the front lawn with Mistress as she was weeding the garden, sorted out financial matters.

However, Mistress went to Ikea yesterday, and got me a frame for my Munch print.  The Vampyr one.  And it fit perfectly, and apparently she didn't even measure the thing, she just has a good sense for measurements and such.  So, it is in the frame now, and rather than it be in the spare room, which, when fixed, will end up being my room, and hardly anyone being able to see it, both Mistress and I discussed putting it in one of the communal areas.  The lounge perhaps, because the art is a bit dark to be contemplating over coffee and cornflakes in the dining room.

It would be like a piece of me in a prominent area of the house.  Which would be awesome.  Not that I don't have other parts of my life scattered around the communal areas - ties, I am looking at you - but you know what I mean.  I said to Sir that Vampyr was up on the wall of my first girlfriend's bedroom, so he probably thinks it is a reminder of an ex.  But the print, really, really talks to me, beyond just the whole ex angle.

I look at that painting, and I think what I would be like without Mistress as a full and final backstop in my life.  Eternally either being or playing the victim around women.  But with Mistress around, she is protecting me from that fate, as it were, and my assertiveness, my self esteem and all the rest is blossoming.  Or I might just be talking a load of rubbish in this paragraph.

It is a very powerful painting for me, however it actually gets interpreted.