Showing posts with label postcards. Show all posts
Showing posts with label postcards. Show all posts

Monday, 13 June 2016

For the boys



We made a nostalgia laden trip back to 
a farm in Tuscany.


The roses are still there - just.



The long cedar walks still
criss cross the estate



The bocce ball where we played in the cool shade
of the holm oaks,


 has fallen into disuse.


The river where we swam


and sunbathed on the rocks,



was in full spate after torrential rains.


The olive trees recovered well


after the devastating frost of 1985.


The picnic table at the belvedere 


 looks just the same.



 The views over your shoulder to Siena are timeless.

But it wasn't all about looking back.
We found new things
and went to new places
and maybe one day we could take everyone
and make new memories.


Tuesday, 17 June 2014

The archaic smile






John Fowles described the archaic smile in The Magus as being
'full of the purest metaphysical good humour'...
'timelessly intelligent and timelessly amused.'
With this hovering smile, Greek archaic sculptors were thought to be
suggesting that their subject was alive and infused with a sense of well-being.

Well the MillesgÄrden certainly had the same effect on me.
The sculptor Carl Milles and his wife Olga a painter,
came to live in Stockholm in the early 20th century.
The house, sculpture garden, and gallery
were donated to the Swedish nation in the late 1930s.








The breakfast nook in their kitchen with Olga's decorative paintings
on the cupboards inspired by the Delft tiles on the walls.




Sadly behind a window, with some touristy bod
(you know who you are P) reflected in the glass,
Anne's house, built for Anne Hedmark, Carl's assistant,
who lived there after his death in 1955.
The furniture is designed by Josef Frank.
I could have settled quite happily into the armchair
by the fireplace, perhaps listening to this






We visited Svenskt Tenn of course,


where I would happily have chosen any number of lampshades
were it not for their eye-watering prices,
so after a rather sobering discussion with the very cool sales staff


I came away with these scraps
rather specifically described as breadbasket liners.
I will not be burying them under my bread rolls.


A strange thing happened to my camera
while I was there.



It decided to take pictures in black and white for a while.



 I rather like them.
Here is Glenn Gould in black and white.

Sunday, 23 March 2014

The vanishing point







This is my vanishing point too for a little while.
We're off to see our son in Japan
and when I come back I will be roku juu.

If it is your birthday soon,
this is for you -




Wednesday, 13 February 2013

Art therapy


 The Wilton Diptych, Turner's Helvoetsluys,
anything by Van Gogh, (I rather favoured 
Still Life with quinces and lemons
in order to tempt Sue), and Velasquez's Crucifixion,
have each had votes so far.
Further nominations are for
The Graham Children by Hogarth and 
The Madonna with the Iris by DĂŒrer.

None of the downloadable images did justice to them
so I have scanned a postcard of my tentative choice.
Despite Clark's assertion that the public did not want to see
Dutch painting or any realistic paintings, 
I see that in June 1942 they exhibited Pieter de Hooch's
A Woman and her Maid in a Courtyard
sadly not now on display, but I am frequently drawn to this:


and I think that amid the chaos of bombed-out,
blacked-out London,
I would have been happier to contemplate sunlit order
 than to wilt under the stern gaze
of Margharetha de Geer.

The inscription above the door translates as:
This is in Saint Jerome's vale, 
if you wish to repair to patience and meekness.
For we must first descend if we wish to be raised.




Sunday, 2 May 2010

Nothing new




This vibrant textile design is an astonishing
300 years old.
It is by James Leman.
I must go back to the V&A to find out more about him.
And since his design is so handily marked in squares
I am seriously considering transferring it to the new white wall.



So that would answer your question JofIndia
about what I intend to hang there behind the jugs.

Friday, 29 January 2010

Writer's block


'More & more do  I become in a state of undress.
I believe this affects my writing - or its the other way about.'

So said Virginia Woolf in her diary entry for February 16th 1921.
Discuss.


Nina Hamnett a contemporary of Virginia Woolf
looking surprisingly modern in this portrait by Roger Fry.

Wednesday, 28 January 2009