Monday, December 30, 2013

painter's dilemmas ....

sitting in "the studio", the british film institute's tiniest cinema in the south bank complex, and waiting to watch an old black and white fillum ... as the auditorium lights grow dim, so the empty screen is underlit with some lights that are more orange than an actual orange, you might reasonably call the colour ABSOLUTE ORANGE, and the rectangle throbs in a way that might have made mark rothko take his life a lot sooner

and then in a few seconds, just as the fillum is about to begin, but before the lights are dimmed, a few stragglers arrive late and occupy the front rows

statistically improbable as this may seem, three of the twelve have ginger hair, though shades and textures vary ... and so one is immediately confronted with a painter's conundrum ... can you really afford that much cadmium ?

to make matters worse, when we get home, the loved one sits in front of our black christmas tree with it's tiny purple lights, and she is wearing a purple top and purple nail varnish

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_Rothko

it's easy when you know how ( part 999 ) ... although barenboim sometimes looks as if he still can't quite believe the written perfection of the sweetest parts of beethoven's fourth piano concerto


















http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Baao02sIFm4

Saturday, December 28, 2013

3BT

in the sunlit "bare ruined choir" of the sycamore tree outside the kitchen window at mid-day ...

1.  four fluffy squirrels chasing one another in the "heart" of the tree

2.  five velvety jackdaws having a quiet chat whilst they explore the topmost branches

3.  four resting parakeets, brilliant as jewels, quietly contemplating the prospect of their journey north to the thames

Sunday, December 22, 2013

lolita sevilla RIP















http://cultura.elpais.com/cultura/2013/12/16/actualidad/1387206129_336555.html

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJXiQSj_shY

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZHnDQf5d1JQ

despite every intention of getting up early, the loved one had to wake me, shake me from a complicated dream about being late ...

... much too complicated to explain such a dream here, multiple levels of visual metaphors, mistaken and transformed identities, metamorphoses, changing agendas not just hidden but well and almost truly buried, etc, etc ...

i rushed off to the flaming 14 bus at flipping quarter to seven instead of farting quarter to six ... and blinking well forgot the absolutely bloomin' necessary bleedin' tripod

so here are some sub-standard hand-held pics of fortnum and mason's windows, somewhat lacking in designer's wit or exuberance compared with previous years, i'm sorry to say