I cannot yet say which direction this blog will go in, or even if it will survive its first postings (many blogs don't and Blogger begins to look like a graveyard of forgotten cyber-ambitions). None-the-less I choose to see these points positively: I have an open, indefinite, intangible place from which to muse. It's kind of like buying a Lotto ticket: You know it will almost certainly amount to nothing - but still, you gotta' be in it to win it. ...
Wednesday, 30 November 2011
Monday, 7 November 2011
Suspense, 1894, oil on canvas, 78 x 98.5 cm, Private CollectionA faded reproduction of this image sat on the windowsill at the end of my family kitchen growing up. Seeing it now, in it's gentle humour and nostalgic familiarity, brings back that whole space - alive with the noise of crowded domestisity. Two loyal pets stare down the quaint breakfast of a young girl, laid out on her bed, as she diligently offers a prayer,...
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