Plaster man 1980s…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s wrinkled old black and white snapshot is the one of me and President Nixon drinking a few bottles of beer in the clubhouse during the 1970 US Open Golf Tournament.
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EPSON scanner imageYes, right then, here’s another picture from my days of old-style 35mm film and darkroom, black and white photography; it was probably taken in the 1980s.
So, what’s going on here?
Well, I think the picture was taken in the Cast Courts in the Victoria and Albert Museum in London. The Cast Courts are where they keep the plaster casts of ancient sculptures and things – including Trajan’s Column from Rome, which has to be displayed in two halves because it is so big. I have always been surprised that whoever owned the originals of these things actually allowed Brits to climb about on them with sloppy buckets of plaster and bandages to make casts to bring back to the UK. Perhaps being very confident Victorians we shouldn’t have bothered making casts, but should have just pinched the originals, as we generally did…
When I was looking through the few remaining black and white pictures that I haven’t already featured in these pages, I was at first not too keen on showing you this one; I almost never like photographs of people’s backs. (Lots of shy photographers end up taking such dull pictures because they are far too nervous to ask people if they wouldn’t mind being photographed from the front.) But there is something which I think does rescue this one; it is the look on the reclining chap’s face. He really does seem as if he is lolling there engaging with those visitors, doesn’t he? I’m sure that a conversation is going on. I’ll bet he’s saying, ‘Oh, hello, thank you for coming, it’s so nice to see you, life is very boring just lying here day after bloody day. What was that?… Oh yes, the cafe, I’m told that it is a bit pricey, this is London after all, but the sandwiches and coffee are quite good… Of course, I’m no judge of such things, we plaster people don’t eat or drink at all… By the way, have you seen Trajan’s Column yet? He was a pal of mine you know… we used to play knucklebones together in the evenings…’

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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2 Responses to Plaster man 1980s…

  1. Interesting that knucklebones is actually where the game Jacks came from. I used to play that – it was fun. And the cast statue….yes, he looks like he was in the middle of turning over whilst napping, and having caught sight of the couple staring rather rudely at him, is giving them a sleepy half smile.

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