Tag: art
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Atmospheres
I’m certainly not well versed in Art; I know what I like, but I can seldom explain why, or even name the artist, let alone their style. Also, I would usually be just as pleased to have a poster reproduction of some famous work of art on my wall as I would the framed original…
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The art of our necessities is strange
Do you ever miss things you thought you never would? Or details so obvious that when they are pointed out suddenly surface like children playing hide-and-seek? A bus that just left the corner where you usually catch it; the snack you often grab from the fridge when you’re feeling a little peckish but didn’t buy…
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If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they’ll kill you.
Dialetheia -now there’s a word I haven’t heard before. It means a statement that is both true and false at the same time: a true statement whose negation is also true. I like things like that. It’s of the sort that used to intrigue us many a night in the university dorms of my youth…
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The Angry Bench
Some benches are more than places to rest, more than places with an impressive view; some seem to continually attract the same type of people. Perhaps some benches feel the mood of their occupants; perhaps some of them take on a sort of monochromal agency… I have to admit that my acquaintance with most park…
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Flutterbys
Perhaps we live our lives in parts, segments that seem distinct only in retrospect. But now that I consist of gnarled limbs and painted, fragile leaves already heavy with the luxury of years, I am allowed think of butterflies as ephemeral markers, unlikely bookmarks in my life. I’m not really sure when this idea took…
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Does Pain pay the income of each precious thing?
Why is pain? Even after all these years, I am still confused. It is true that I have likely lived on the periphery of its delivery route; pain has not been a constant companion but, rather, an occasional acquaintance rattling the gate: an unexpected guest who seldom apologizes for their inconvenient arrival and usually prevents…
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Every offence is not a hate at first
What do you do with a gift from someone you once respected, a gift that seemed freely given at the time, but which turned out to be a mere façade? What do you do with a love turned sour? A love turned selfish? All love is selfish, you say, but it is your experience speaking…
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The object of Art is to give Life a shape
Strange things are happening nowadays, or is it just me having weird thoughts? Peculiar questions? Although I’m retired now, I don’t remember hearing those questions asked when I was at work; maybe people didn’t think like that in those days; maybe we were all different then. Of course, I used to keep to myself on…
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A Pentimento for your thoughts?
Ever since I became aware of the practice, I have been fascinated with pentimenti. The idea of reusing a canvas is understandable when supplies are scant or expensive I suppose, but somehow, painting over a previous attempt smacks of desecration. Of course, if the eventual product has worth, and demonstrates skill and imagination, perhaps interest…
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