'I'm always looking for the Hows and the Whys and the Whats,' said Muskrat, 'That is why I speak as I do. You've heard of Muskrat's Much-in-Little, of course?'
Perhaps more engaging is the little exhibit in the top left hand corner of the photo. This shows a white arrow on a green background and a little man running. It speaks to me of the transience of mankind - all of us are ultimately shepherded to the exit of life. The bigger picture is obviously of crumpled sheets on a Sunday morning. Too naturalistic for my taste.
I love this painting. It has an emotional timbre that goes beyond the mere realism of the subject. It has a moody impact. It would be great to meet the painting in person. Is this an exhibition of yours Katherine?
YP, you are clearly a true art konnisewer. Is there no limit to your talents?
Alden, yes it is one of mine, but this is, let's say, an "Imported Format" teaser. I'm still working daily to have the appropriate number (10 large and 20 small works) for my upcoming exhibition, date and location yet to be determined. I have three being shown at a small local exhibition this weekend, but not this one. Thank you for your kind words. Glad you like it!
One other thing I like about this is the size. Our NZ landscape, especially in the south Island is dramatic and imposing and I think it requires a big canvas to help with this effect. Those little dibbles and dabs on something the size of a handkerchief never seems to do a landscape justice - this is a big canvas and it certainly gives the painting gravitis and impact. Well done you.
Perhaps more engaging is the little exhibit in the top left hand corner of the photo. This shows a white arrow on a green background and a little man running. It speaks to me of the transience of mankind - all of us are ultimately shepherded to the exit of life. The bigger picture is obviously of crumpled sheets on a Sunday morning. Too naturalistic for my taste.
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ReplyDeleteI knew I'd seen it before....Though not for a year or so....Not your pic, just the effect.
Yorkshire Pudding is puddled, but I suspect you knew that?
(Ey oop YP, happen, tha knows? Sithee, nathen, reet glad to encourage international callin....)
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(Sorry Ms LVG, don't know what came over me...)
Won't 'appen agen, promise...
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James, you are on to me again *wink*. Shhhh
ReplyDeleteI love this painting. It has an emotional timbre that goes beyond the mere realism of the subject. It has a moody impact. It would be great to meet the painting in person. Is this an exhibition of yours Katherine?
ReplyDeleteYP, you are clearly a true art konnisewer. Is there no limit to your talents?
ReplyDeleteAlden, yes it is one of mine, but this is, let's say, an "Imported Format" teaser. I'm still working daily to have the appropriate number (10 large and 20 small works) for my upcoming exhibition, date and location yet to be determined. I have three being shown at a small local exhibition this weekend, but not this one.
Thank you for your kind words. Glad you like it!
wonderful - congratulations - I'd love to see the whole exhibition!
ReplyDeleteOne other thing I like about this is the size. Our NZ landscape, especially in the south Island is dramatic and imposing and I think it requires a big canvas to help with this effect. Those little dibbles and dabs on something the size of a handkerchief never seems to do a landscape justice - this is a big canvas and it certainly gives the painting gravitis and impact. Well done you.
ReplyDeleteOoo! Touchy!
ReplyDeleteWho me YP? Nah. I was genuinely enjoying your tongue-in-cheek interpretation of the exit sign dearest.
ReplyDeleteI like it! Makes me feel I'm in a small plane flying over the NZ countryside.
ReplyDeleteI'm used to planes with smaller windows though. LOL!
Gah!! I'm 'Anonymous' again!!
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ReplyDeleteI've done a lot of flying in small planes over NZ countryside...
I think that girl on the right will catch her death unless she get's a sweater that doesn't ride up like that - what was the blog post about again?
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