Truly Beautiful Things

Back when I began Doctor Whimsy in 2006, I wrote about my visual hunger. Since beginning medical school, I've become obsessed with prints and patterns and trying to get in the mind of the artists who dream them up. I suspect this coincides with my gastrointestinal blocks, where every image is a variation of brown, red, yellow, or white (and blue if the image is a histological specimen). I find myself scanning the world for green, and purple, and blue. Color is wonderful - so much fun - and I am reminded of my grandmother's glee when she goes shopping. What fun to see her stroke a cloth and describe the texture! But the absolute best is to have her name colors. "Not a persimmon, or true salmon, per se, but..." She once told me about a final project she had to complete in college where she stayed up all night producing 23 different hues and then 23 different shades of a color. The intensity the project required reminded me of the focus it takes to learn basic science, but I wonder if she had more fun? Somehow, it sounded as if her project was as challenging and taxing (if not more so) than anything I have ever attempted. The ability to understand color on that level must border on the genius.

Herewith are two images from a very interesting website I found last year, Liquid Sky Arts. This woman has an amazing visual sense, one that speaks to me fundamentally. If the Doctor Whimsy wedding could capture the essence of the following collage, I'd have made my dreams come true.



The below painting (also from Liquid Sky) is jaw-dropping:



Finally, Snippet and Ink posted an Orange and Blue Inspiration Board today. (I think I should be a trend forecaster...) But what I still don't understand is the recent craze of birds on wedding stationery. I. hate. birds. Absolutely filthy animals. They make about as much sense to me on wedding invitations as do magical toadstools (and those are whimsical, Alice).