Kings are the sort of men one might want to marry.
Or not.
Queens are what you become - maybe - if you marry a king.
When I married, I became Queen.
Queen of the Kitchen. Or not.
Queen of the Laundry. Or not.
Queen of the King. Or not.
My children all became little Royals. In our castle, our home and our refuge and the schedule required reigning and ruling.
And at least I can say I am the Queen of Nothing. Or not.
The artist: Gabriella Travaline and her Flickr image: altered cab card: Kind King. You can see her wonderful art on her Flickr page. She does fun, whimsical drawings that have a lot of personality and collage art as well. I love the colors she uses in her artworks.
Ode Addendum: I wrote yesterday's post on a whim and this post was planned way ahead and I'd rather you please, pay attention to the artist's work rather than my ode-y words. That is most important and my inspiration for today's post. Artists are recycling old photographs into interesting collages and assemblages and this is a wonderful example by Gariella Travaline. Collages have been an art form women have historically excelled at constructing. Think: scrapbooking with a new creative twist. Recombined photos equal new modern works: a royal idea.
Cute picture, like the stuff we used to do in schoool alot. I'm too much of a traditionalist, I suppose. Though I mercilessly penned up Mona Lisa. Can't stand that woman!!!
Ahem.
I never wanted to be queen. Or Princess. I have a four year old who says "I'm me." and "I look like me." Maybe I get it from her, but I just want to be me, and I want that to be acceptable. Or not.
Posted by: Laundry Woman | July 30, 2006 at 06:32 PM