Pointillism - really very silly.We've just returned from a quick trip to Canberra to see the 'Masterpieces from Paris' exhibition for the last time.
I don't mind a bit of art; in fact some of the nicest afternoons I spent while travelling around Europe were spent in art galleries, especially when it was raining and our tent was wet and we couldn't find a Maccas.
So despite a clear sky and the complete absence of camping gear (wet or otherwise) I found myself at the National Gallery in Canberra on Friday, with at least 15 trillion other people, checking out a truck-load of Gauguins and one or two by that other guy, whatshisname, van Gogh.
My Mum, who is actually a painter and knows many a thing about art, sacrificed three hours of her life to come with me, knowing full well the time would be filled with such un-funny gags as "Pointillism - what's the point?" and "Impressionism - I'm impressed."
Mum, I owe you a beer.
But while my comments may have been inane, they weren't altogether mystifying, unlike those I heard passing between another mother and daughter team. "Look!" said the younger one, "Lean forward, Mum, right up close! You can actually see the canvas under the dots; seriously, the canvas!"
I still can't figure out what else they thought might be there.
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"You can actually see the canvas under the dots; seriously, the canvas!" lol - that's gold Kettle
Maddie I nearly wet my pants when I heard them. Good lord it was funny.
"Look!" said the younger one, "Lean forward, Mum, right up close! You can actually see the canvas under the dots; seriously, the canvas!"
If only Rysselberghe had lived to hear them
He would have nearly wet his pants too, I reckon.
Way to miss the trees AND the forest, eh.
Your mum sounds like a saint, Kettle.
She is, Ramon. A lesser person would have abandoned me at a bus station years ago.
Kettle, look!!
Cool Favicons!!!
Yes yes, Ramon! It's very exciting! I've been wishing for a visit from the favicon fairies and now all my dreams have come true.
A truly, truly monumental faviconian day.
All your dreams Kettle?
Even the one about you, David Tennant and the giant vat of custard?
Blimey!
Gosh, Ramon! I thought for a moment you'd been reading my other blog, my x-rated, David Tennant-related blog, so uncanny was your description of my DT-giant vat of custard dream.
Although, I like to think of that dream as more of a 'sure thing' than a 'dream'. Uh-hm.
I think I prefer custard and fish fingers. The new doctor is grouse
Also, way cool steampunk tardis
I'll give fish fingers and custard a go if you do, Squib.
PS Squib, I meant that literally, not metaphorically!
If it was an audition to be his new assistant, I might try it
Squib let's pretend it's an audition! Photo evidence required. If you need to re-start your blog in order to post said photos, that's fine.
OK, Kettle! I have a tardis zipperobe and a nightie and fish fingers. But wait. No custard. Oh dear, there goes that idea
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