Posted in Architecture, Art, Books, Literature, Photography, Poetry, Reading, Writing, tagged Landfall, Street art, Turner on February 15, 2009|
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Its been a funny weekend. First no sickly Valentines Day post from me because I profess to hate the stupid commercial holiday. Of course if anyone actually gave me flowers, Iwould probably melt into a puddle at their feet. I should note that my kids gave me helium balloons – which they proceeded to play with.
Today brought 3 cancellations and/or aborted attempts at cultural outings. I was meant to meet some local literary people but family commitments vetoed that. Maybe next time? Honestly people are going to stop asking me to stuff and I have had so many generous invitations since I’ve been here. I was trying to get to an opening on Friday too but 5:30pm on a Friday is tricky – might as well have been in Antarctica *sigh*.
Next was an outing to the Botanic Gardens. We did get there and I could hear the music but after lunch in the herb garden (and some over exposed photos resembling Kal Maugham paintings) we headed home due to a misbehaving child.
My final plan was a quick look at Cargill’s Castle on the way to Tunnel Beach but I was driving and trying to navigate and missed it. When we got to the walkway itself the kids were asleep so we did go home.
OK – not much art in my frustrating weekend except for buying a copy of Landfall 216 at the University Bookstore (I need to go back there when I have more time and my family isn’t waiting in the car fuming at me). I am behind the times as usual (the local library not having a lending copy) but it is an excellent edition. I annoyed my family even more by reading it at the dinner table tonight.
And finally – to the art – which made the whole day worthwhile.
(taken at a tricky angle from quite a distance)
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Posted in Art, Poetry, tagged Turner, van Aelst on July 23, 2008|
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Following on from yesterday’s theme – I found this today
From: Into The Wider World(link is a .pdf) by Brian Turner
I have decided I really need to get out and see some more exhibitions. The old petrol price has prevented me going very far but I NEED to see the Rita Angus thing and I am supposed to be going into town for catch up with friends and maybe dinner in early August so maybe then and I can kill many birds with one stone – or shotgun – or something….
Dead Birds and Hunting Gearby Willem van Aelst
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Posted in Art, tagged McCahon, Te Papa, Turner on April 3, 2008|
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Some days its harder than others to get a post out, which is why employment as a writer could be quite daunting. However – lets give this a try without boring your socks off. I’ve been mulling over contemporary art a lot lately, and I am still unsure of that definition (help me out someone). I’ve written before about my growing up with art, but I was thinking of those “wow” moments when you see something that really impacts on you. The first that I can remember is this.
The Fighting Temeraire, (1838) William Turner
Turner referred to this painting as “My Darling”, and refused to sell it. My experience of it was on a jig-jaw puzzle, which I guess is pretty funny. Until I saw it I didn’t understand about painting light, which was amazing even in a poor reproduction cut into 5000 pieces.
As life rolls on the moments happen less frequently but I try to take better note now. Another painting I remember from childhood distinctly but different reasons is “The Gleaners”
The GleanersJean François Millet
A print of this was outside the headmasters office at my primary school where I spent a substantial amount of time. Oddly I find it very calming.
I wonder how I’d find these paintings “in real life”. I was reminded how different art is when you confront it for real on my last visit to Te Papa’s Art of the Nation exhibit. It is all familiar stuff, so like visiting old friends but the pictures are so alive. Reproductions somehow flatten and drain the life out of many images. Seeing art in the flesh gets me excited about it again. I liked how when I was there the main entrance looks straight in onto McCahon’s Northland Panels (or maybe I am imagining that?).
Northland Panels (1958) Colin McCahon
So there – three (or 10?) of my favourite works. I just noticed how light is important in each one. Predictable yes, but they all make me smile.
Oh yes – although our readership possibly has a certain amount of cross-over, if anyone could answer Best-of-3’s question about the origin of red dots or pins in galleries – well I’d like to know too.
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