Tom Stephenson's recent blog entry reminds me that I have, as you can see, an amazing photo of wallpaper. I took it last year in Venice. Unfortunately I can't remember any other details. It's clearly a design suitable for that spare bedroom so beloved by happen-to-be-passing relatives who just drop-by-for-the-weekend and might be the solution if you don't want your interfering mother-in-law, for example, under your feet yet again next Christmas.
This wallpaper would occupy my cats for hours.
ReplyDeleteRachel, now there's an idea, I know you are handy with scissors so you can cut pictures of insects and creepy crawlies out of old magazines and then maybe stick them on paper on the inside of the screen of an abandoned old style TV cabinet such as you can pick up at any litter disposal point and watch the cats trying to catch those pesky insects.
ReplyDeleteDid you go to art school too...
ReplyDeleteIt's interesting that you say that because I went to an exhibition of modern art in Vienna and it was so warm in the building that I hung my jacket on a wire coat hanger someone had kindly provided on a nail on the wall. Needless to say an attendant arrived post haste and told me to remove my jacket - "this wall is an exhibit" he whispered. Naturally I knew that but I was just trying it on. Sometimes I went to the skool. Sometimes I staid off. Often I did my own fing. I reckoned since I played rugby for them at the weekends I could take a day off lessons in the week. I was lucky. We had a good art teacher though. He really knew his stuff.
ReplyDeleteI went to night school to study art. Twice or maybe it was three times. Then I dropped out. I think it was when he said I should draw cartoon cats and sell them on a stall on the the market . . .
ReplyDeleteFinally I made copies of the masters, van Gogh etc. I sold the first in a pub. I think it was a Degas. That's the best way to learn. You learn the geometry and the tension in colours and all the stuff you have to discover for yourself. Or it's best if you discover it for yourself because it sticks and you believe it. When you are just taught something you always think, it might be true or not, so you tend to doubt and then you let it go. Or I do anyway.
ReplyDeleteI once went to a textile exhibition and there was a broom leaning against one of the exhibits. The smiling textile woman (textile artists are a certain breed apart) stood there and I said I liked the broom. She looked aghast and like she was going to burst into tears, unable to speak. I never did know whether the broom was part of the exhibit or not as I thought it best to move on.
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ReplyDeleteah that's brilliant - PS photo of Ron Hill's old shop on Hyde DP yesterday
ReplyDeleteThanks Gerald, I'll take a look. I can remember when Ron sold his own designed reasonably priced "made in UK running shoes without all the bells baubles and bangles" of the international brands, but sadly times have changed and they have not been available for many years.
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