Sunlight streaming and dispersing onto the carpet – another one for the light and shadow collection.
Rainbow
Tag: UK
The Drying of Summer Lawns
A Nap by the Beach
More Light and Shade
A couple more images for my collection of sunlight and shade.
3 O’clock
We went to see the Zurbarà n exhibit at the National Gallery, which featured quite a few crucifixions in deep chiaroscuro. I was curious to see this detail, the shadow cast by the nails in Christ’s feet tell us the time was 3 o’clock, the biblically recorded time of the event.
Foule
We took the train into Victoria, then made the mistake of walking to the National Gallery past Buckingham Palace just as the changing of the guard was set to begin. We were penned in and were allowed to go neither forward nor backward for about 20 minutes, stuck in a crowd of tourists with volunteers warning of pickpockets. But, of course, nothing can be said to have happened unless it’s been captured on a phone.
Dance
Eponymous
Deadhead
…possible addition to the Looking Down project…?
You Were Always on My Mind
Bus View
Wave
Greetings, Citizens of the New Magicians of the Queens
This is a Google translation – I was unable to do better with other online translation services but I feel like the noviomagorum is being translated in an non-idiomatic way… and not how you expect to be greeted for pizza.
Mural / Window
I liked how the red car, the blue sky, and the white wall outside reflected the mural inside.
Window
Cowboy
Jann Haworth [b. 1942]Cowboy1964Kapok and unbleached calicoWilson Gift through Art Fund (2006)
“The American cowboy is an enduring motif in “Hollywood films, which has in recent years been reconsidered through a more contemporary lens, raising issues of gender, identity and social history. Jann Haworth recalls seeing her first rodeo in 1956 and, for her, the rodeo cowboy is a 'fossil of the imperfect/perfect Great American Myth! Cowboy is one of her earliest soft-sculpture figures, depicting a macho subject in a material commonly perceived as feminine.
Rana Begum, No. 1367 Mesh
I first saw this backlit, as you see here, and didn’t think much of it, but as I progressed through the museum, catching views of it from different angles and in different light, I kept seeing new pictures of it.
No Flies on Me
One of these things is not the same
Love’s End?
Last month we went to see the big Tracey Emin retrospective at the Royal Academy. The best work, for my taste, were the large paintings from her latest period, which she considers a kind of rebirth. For me, the earlier work was very much like reading a teenage girl’s private diary, full of adolescent anger at people who “just don’t understand me,” and extremely narcissistic (to be fair, private diaries probably are all mostly narcissistic, albeit not often shared publicly). I took a lot of pictures – here they all are in roughly reverse chronological order (click on any one of them to see them all full-sized):
