Archive for the ‘the art gallery’ Category
Sea views
Saturday, February 28th, 2015East facing bedroom window in Peel, Isle of Man
Saturday, February 28th, 2015tyre on beach
Saturday, February 28th, 2015The gents toilet at the West End Tap
Sunday, February 22nd, 2015The nature of this subject being as it is the toilet is only photographed in a mirror. The toilet itself must presumably exist but the inclusion of a mirror into the shot creates a question mark in our minds. We only get to see the cistern and the toilet seat.
Not seen in this photograph is the fact that the light only comes on in this toilet when someone enters which adding to the illusional nature of the composition.
Hams
Wednesday, February 18th, 2015Pretty cool. A small piece of Spain in deepest London.
Rubbish
Tuesday, February 17th, 2015Bookcase at the Bookstop Cafe
Sunday, February 15th, 2015Featuring the Abandoned Sandy Shoe and Other Chinks in the Curtains of Life
Sunday afternoon at the Strugglers
Sunday, February 15th, 2015We were taking a walk, Joe and I. Sunday afternoon. The Joseph Banks Conservatory had just closed so we carried on past the castle. Steve was unloading his guitar and audio kit from the car in the car park next to the Strugglers. Ascertaining that he would be starting in around 30 minutes we went in.
The fire was going and the pub oozed the perfect vision of what a British pub should be. Warm, comfortable, inviting. The banter at the bar was entertaining. Unexpected beers on a Sunday afternoon were the perfect way to ease into the evening.
In the early hours and minutes…
Sunday, February 15th, 2015It’s definitely light but the world is still waking up. I go downstairs into the kitchen and boil the kettle guided by the weakly permeating rays of the sun. A robin pecks away at the bird feeder outside and two blackbirds hop around the lawn turning over leaves.
The noise of the kettle does not sit well with the calm light portrayed in the picture. Tea made I retreat upstairs leaving the kitchen quiet again.
Restricted Zone
Saturday, February 14th, 2015This is a restricted zone. No unauthorised access. Personnel without appropriate permissions will be removed by armed guard, locked in the Castle dungeon and forgotten about. By order of the Bishop of Lincoln
FOR GOD’S SAKE BE CAREFUL!
Wragby Road as sunset approaches in February
Friday, February 13th, 2015Delicate colours here. Not much traffic. February. Freezing cold. Naked trees. Almost a hybrid of photograph and painting.
The crack
Friday, February 13th, 2015It is the role of art to make you think. It’s not always a cotton wool existence. Sometimes you have to cringe, retreat inside your outer protective layers. Grimace whilst staring illogically at what you see in front of you. Such is this crack. He knows who he is but may never acknowledge it in public.
A moonless night in Brisbane, Australia.
Friday, February 13th, 2015
A moonless night in Brisbane, Australia
She packs em in
Sunday, February 8th, 2015She packs em in the old Mona Lisa. Never seen such crowds stood in front of a picture before. Got to the front after a while and took a few shots. Mainly because everyone else was doing the same thing. Got me phone out and snapped a few. Was trying to imagine if she would go in our front room. Figured she would stand out a bit amongst the montage of kids pics, the old map of the Isle of man and panoramic view of the Liverpool docks frontage. Abandoned the idea. Not for sale anyway and with all that lot hanging around probably wouldn’t have got her for a decent price.
It’s a funny old thing innit. Art. You gotta hand it to em, artists. Couldn’t paint to save me life meself, unless it was painting by numbers. Coming back to old Mona there I’ve decided that no she would definitely not go in our front room. It’s not that the other stuff on the walls would clash. We could shift that to another room if push came to a shove. It’s that I don’t think we could cope with the number of visitors knocking on the door wanting to come in for a gander. Would cost us a fortune in tea bags. I suppose we could charge for the tea. It’s not how it’s done though is it? Charging visitors for a cup of tea when you’ve let em in to your house, uninvited or otherwise.
Nah nah nah. I do think that the Liverpool panorama could definitely move anyway and we could put something else there. That panorama is too long and narrow. Needs something bigger in that space. A Banksy maybe, although if we stuck a Banksy there the map of the Isle of Man would definitely have to move. It’s hundreds of years old. Banksy’s new stuff.
We could get Banksy to come and do the whole wall. Problem with that is that the missus likes to repaint the front room every few years. That Banksy would be a problem then wouldn’t it. She’d have to leave that wall and make sure that the rest of the room had a colour scheme that matched the Banksy. Hrmm. Maybe that counts Banksy out. I won’t write him off yet but I’m not rushing into a decision. Nah.
Have to stick with Liverpool for the mo. She likes that one. She’s from Liverpool and her dad gave it to her. Bought it from a shop in the Albert Dock. I know the one. It’s got the same picture as ours in the window. Must have had two of em.
The girl in the window
Saturday, February 7th, 2015Go on. Click on the picture. It’s a window. There is a girl in the window. She is looking at the scene outside. Who is she? What is she thinking?