Week 40 of our Loose Blogging consortium of Anu, Ashok, Conrad, Gaelikaa, Ginger, Judy, Magpie 11, Maria, Ramana and I, well those of us not on holiday or distracted by the calls of work, study or family concerns, turn our thoughts to the topic for the week, chosen today by Ginger
This week I am struggling, really struggling! With words. The five days sans broadband have not helped to keep my juices going and I had reached the stage on Thursday that I might give the whole thing up and move on to pastures new. Well….. I have blogged for over three years… maybe it was time…..
Then the life came back to Tobias and I saw that people seemed to miss my mutterings and now feel guilty for my previous thoughts. But, since they were only my thoughts, nobody out there really knows about them. (Word count 95 already and I have not started on the topic for today. Maybe I could just waffle on and it would never be noticed!)
I could of course talk about visiting the Louvre in Paris and give my thoughts on seeing The Mona Lisa or about the guy I passed on the stairs with no arms, but you are all familiar with them. I might mention the Caravaggio that hung for many years in a Jesuit House in Dublin. The painting is on permanent loan to the National Gallery of Ireland, Dublin.
I might mention The Unmade Bed by Tracey Emin, but that for me is not art, it reminds me of all the unmade beds I changed, remade or vacuumed around in my younger days. My Brothers unmade beds beat that one by a long shot, with them I had the added pleasure of dirty socks and underwear. Yuck!
For some Comic Seaside Postcards are Art, but for me I see humour.
Every Wednesday my post on Craft has the rather boastful title of Art with My Needle. That series came about from my very first post for the LBC on 10th July 2009 – Creativity, chosen by Conrad.
But I love to watch a great artist at work, to see the deep concentration involved in the execution of a masterpiece… the detailed selection of the various colours and how each stroke is masterfully worked.
I have a couple of very precious pieces in my possession and to me they are worth more than all the gold or diamonds in the world. They were commissioned pieces just for me!
This first one involves only two colours but check the detail, I particularly like the hands and the teeth!
Artist: Young Enda – 1983
In january last year, I wrote about selling something from my personal Art Collection, thankfully I didn’t resort to that and can share once again this work of immense talent:
Our Family by Elly 1983