Maps and globes - how i love them. When I first tripped my way down the Hall of Maps in the Vatican, I had to resist the urge to go home and cover my walls in poor imitation. I loved all the details - the lapping waves of strange seas, small citadels perched on high hills and unpronounceable names scattered across the land formations. There's a map shop near where i live, and i recently bought a small, unusual map of Trinidad for my father. Written across the near empty interior it says in scrolling script - All the Inland Part is covered with inpenetrable Woods. It harks back to when forests were deep, intractable unknowns. No one really new what lurked in the shadows. I think such unknowns are humbling - yet unfortunately the last of these unknown woods was chartered in Britain by the second world war, when most of our maps were drawn up.
When I was 16, planning my many overseas adventures, I dreamed of coming home and hanging up a world map. I would pin each of my destinations, then string fine red thread from each to mark the succession of my journey. I love the thought that my actions would dictate the eventual tangle and pattern of the thread. Perhaps I'll do it someday... for now, here are some mappish interiors!
Old school maps, maps as wallpaper, globe mobiles, framed and arranged with globes... so many possibilities. I also like the idea of painting your own map as a mural, with strange, dark shadows of forgotten interiors and impenetrable woods... they're magical.
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