And just after I told you all to go there too! Sorry. Bad timing.
If you get a near it – and you will because it’s so central – take the time to go into the National Gallery at the top of Trafalgar Square. It’s free and it has PLENTY of seating right in front of some of the most celebrated paintings OF ALL TIME!!!! Feel free to read that again in Kanye’s voice.
Even if art isn’t your “thing”, you will know what these paintings are and by whom. You will. Trust me. You will have heard of these artists – because they’ve been referred to in modern culture so many times – THAT’S how very good they were.
My main man Van Gogh is here – but not his Starry Nights which is my favourite (not only because of the Doctor Who episode with that magnificent speech by Bill Nighy that was superb!) but his Two Crabs which is my second favourite work of his. His Sunflowers is also here – more well known than his other paintings and certainly the focus of the tat in the gift shop. But for mine, Two Crabs is glorious. The colours get me every time. He painted this the year before he took his own life.
Works by Degas are here – his beautiful dancers.
Monet and Manet – side by side even so you can get the differences straight 🙂 Renior, Dürer, Constable, Talouse-Lautrec, Gauguin, Cezanne…honestly. This is the who’s who of the age AND it’s only one section of the gallery.
While away an hour or two. Sit and sketch from some of the very best. Have a coffee in the cafe and come back for another few hours. It truly is a magnificent place – even the ground you walk on is beautiful.
I love this site – it’s a drop of the bigger picture every time I see it. When your life seems consumed with spinning your wheels doing all the “haves to do” – a reminder of the important stuff is a gift.
“Every page was once a blank page, just as every word that appears on it now was not always there, but instead reflects the final result of countless large and small deliberations. All the elements of good writing depend on the writer’s skill in choosing one word instead of another. And what grabs and keeps our interest has everything to do with those choices.”
Another Banksy got wrecked in Australia this week – the parachuting rat bit the dust. I’m not sure Banksy would care really. Graffiti in itself is meant to be transient. A fleeting glimpse of something a little more special decorating the ugly functional walls we build to trap ourselves.
I call his work art because it makes me consider the reality of life I might not normally see or understand. It’s poignant. It’s simple. It packs a punch. It’s much more than glary colours and funked up lettering.
This is art. Long may it reign.
Not a bad subject to try to get my eye in on. Gorgeous George. Well, sort of. I’ve broadened him somewhat and his nose is too bulbous, but I’ll keep on practising. I know I’m very rusty – and it’s something I want to get back into.
The hardest thing to do is to not tear it up along the way – my “internal critic” is a vicious bitch at the best of times. Imma gonna slap her silly for as long as I can.