Saturday, 28 November 2015

Hunting


The upside to being robbed is one is required by necessity to go shopping to procure replacement essentials. Tortoiseshell glasses and a crocodile wallet were hunted down. 

Oh and a strand of pearls, just because there is no possible moment in life that can't be improved by pearls.

Wednesday, 18 November 2015

Moon



Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?

'To the Moon'
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1782-1822)


Sunday, 8 November 2015

Invasions and Rococo Dreams

What a delightful weekend I’m having. I walked into the living room yesterday afternoon to find a strange man in the midst of it. Thankfully he left quickly upon being disturbed - I wouldn’t have had a chance if he meant to do otherwise. 

Sadly for him I do not think I was a good target unless you are after hundreds of books and aquariums – he did however kindly think to relieve me of my handbag. He left a motorised speedboat he had filched from elsewhere at my door in his haste to escape. Terrorised for so little. One does not expect when quietly working in the study metres from the balcony door on a sunny afternoon to be invaded and reminded of one’s helplessness. 

I am terribly glad dog slept peacefully through the entire thing (amazing house guarding skills!). She would not have understood all people do not mean well. 

I have been looking through the whimsical works of Fragonard, an immensely prolific Rococo artist, because I find I cannot work so well as usual. It is hard to be sad looking into his airy vision of the world…unless one begins to contemplate the fact many of his patrons and subjects were shortly to be beheaded in the revolution. Hm.

Blind Man's Bluff, 1775-1780

Les Hasards heureux de l'escarpolette, 1767

This painting is often used as a quaint imagery on sweetly feminine decorative items. I do not think the designers realise that the gentleman is  cheerfully looking up the lady's skirt in a time when women did not wear underwear. The lady looks quite in on the game!

The Reader c. 1770 - 1772.


Le Chat Angora, 1780 



Masterful rendering of the mirror ball. I wonder what it was actually for?


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