Like a Horse and Carriage

The Marriage Settlement - William Hogarth

The idea of an arranged marriage has always intrigued me. No disrespect to those who have had their marriages arranged by their parents, an older relative or a matchmaker, it's just not a part of my particular culture.
I am sure, however, my parents wish that it was. Then they "wouldn't have to worry about me". Still, the logistics of being put together with a stranger by a third party and then the pressure of having that type of relationship succeed holds a certain fascination with me. I blame the romance novels I used to devour in secret when I was a kid. You know the ones with the sweaty heaving women pressed up against the hard. well-defined bodies of men with long, flowing and shiny hair. I know you know, but don't want to say.
(I digress.)
How uncomfortable is it for the marrying pair?!

Then the reasons for such unions vary. Economic, union of families, religion, the list is endless. Like in Hogarth's painting above. "The Marriage Settlement" one in a six-part series that pokes fun at 18th-century Upper Society, where the young people are being thrust upon each other, as arranged by their families, under a long list of terms and conditions with no consideration of the distaste the two obviously have for each other. The series is really a moralistic satire that depicts the disaster that comes from this ill-considered arrangement where money is involved.
To be sure, not all arranged marriages fail. Just like there is the possibility of failure, there a "growing up together" aspect to it that is quite sweet...
I imagine.

black bird

a black bird
on a lonely wire
communing
with the late day sun

Floating Days

It is spring-break this week and I am at a loss for things to do.
I mean, I could do homework: math, some sketching or digital media.
I could dome some personal stuff: breakdown a shelf, clean out my closet, set up to sew a shirt for the Florida summer.
None of those, I am afraid. Instead what I am doing is pining over what kind of post I want to do for this blog. I figure write the damn thing, move on to something more productive like strip my bed and wash the sheets.
Actually, I did do some research into design schools for me to attend after graduation next year. 3 in Canada. and 3 in the US. Hmmm.