... of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and most horrid is emotional blackmail ... whilst for this blogger, the only sacred thing is life itself
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Saturday, November 23, 2013
3BT, 23rd November 2013
The River Thames at Putney Bridge is drenched in winter
sunshine. The crews of several rowing
boats seem to move very slowly, whilst some just drift on the current, as if very
badly hung-over.
Three big school girls are playing a game that seems to
involve dancing manically with much tossing of heads and waving of arms, but
without moving their feet … in the carriage of a moving train on the Piccadilly
Line.
After a delightful second visit to the John Soane Museum, a
lovely house full of marvellous objects and paintings, some gleaming in the low
winter sun, I emerge in to their tiny shop, and morosely view it’s unlovable
and unaffordable contents. Just as I am
about to leave, I am startled and uplifted by not just one, but two irresistible gifts that I
feel compelled to purchase guiltily, there and then, for a very important
someone. Only you and I know who !
Friday, November 22, 2013
Sunday, November 17, 2013
stop press: my lovely old aunt mavis has died
last of the bunch ...
or maybe not quite the last ... jack forward ( centre front row ) last heard of in australia a while ago
mythologies beget cognitive dissonances in my numbed skull ... because i've only just found out that saturn and father time are one and the same
http://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/paintings/giovanni-battista-tiepolo-an-allegory-with-venus-and-time
http://www.metmuseum.org/toah/works-of-art/57.619.5
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saturn_Devouring_His_Son
so, my question about the goya is ... do you really think that's a boy's bottom ?
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Sunday, November 10, 2013
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