Heredity vs. Environment vs. Wallpaper: Part I

I grew up in one house. Every day was spent among some funky wallpaper. This past weekend, I took some pictures. The question I asked myself: Am I the way I am because strange wallpaper was always around me?


Birds and Flowers. This was the "powder room." Guests got to powder their noses among bluebirds and um...blue flowers. I learned how to say "birdie" in this room.


Flowers and something... This pattern runs all around the dining room. I never looked at the art inside the green ribbon until I took this picture. It looks like two people in an ambiguous relationship enjoying a day by the stream. The image forever burned into my mind is the umbrella-shaped thing on top. What the hell is that?


The Jungle. When my eldest brother moved to college and my family decided to give my cousin a few years of good ol' American upbringing, I was sent to live in this room. I slept in this room from second through eighth grade. This wallpaper could have been a good reason to experiment with hallucinogenic drugs back in highschool. I can't imagine what that would be like. You don't really need drugs to get freaked out by the staring animals.


Car Walls. If you want to learn how to read while sitting on the toilet, get wallpaper that has a lot of words. For the rest of my life, I will always equate late-night constipation with the words "Whippet Coach" and "Locomobile."


The Space Program. It is said that my brothers picked this wallpaper out when they were about seven years old (1976). Never trust a child with a decision like that. I lived in this room during the high school years and whenever somebody would enter the room for the first time, they would ask: "What's going on with this wall paper?" Then they would comment about the red carpeting (same as the color you see in the picture). I'm betting this had an effect on me.

Stay tuned for Part II: Yellow and Green and Yellow and Green and Yellow and Green.

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