Book shelves series #31, thirty-first Sunday of 2012
I had forgotten about this Norman Rockwell book, which I promptly took out and put on the coffee table:
It’s funny to think how corny I used to think the guy was . . .
. . . which I guess he is, corny, I mean, but he’s also a master painter, with cartoonish sensibility.
And if at times he’s goofy, well, he also exhibited a social conscience in his art that was, well, human-centered.
A harmonica book:
And a guitar book:
Talking Heads are my favorite band. An old girlfriend found this tabloidy book at a thriftstore and gave it to me for my birthday. This was like 16 years ago. I’d forgotten where the book was:
There’s a few copies of Far Side stuff on this shelf:
And Frank Miller’s Wolverine graphic novel, which was my favorite thing in the world when I was 11.
One of at least three Magritte books in the house is on this shelf. A drawing from said volume:
A Gustav Klimt coloring book: