Spatter splatter spatter splatter…

But first…
Dulltown, UK: Today’s quotation is from the novel Harry Bleachbaker (1976) by N F Simpson:
Mrs Trepatchly:
‘There have been experiments done which show quite conclusively that it is through the soles of their feet that most people feel sympathy, or at any rate, give expression to it. So what one would envisage is a body of sympathy donors, and the sympathy given out can be stored, perhaps in the stratosphere, until needed. We would expect to have a sympathy bank, not unlike a blood bank, of fairly considerable proportions, where sympathy would be on tap as with a night storage heater ready to be stepped up and beamed out to a sufferer in any part of the world at a moment’s notice.’
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Spatter painting No. 15. (2015) Acrylic paint and black ink on white watercolour paper about 21″ x 17″.

Well, I suppose you are expecting me to say something about this – I, er… Oh, sorry my head is still full of Mrs Trepatchly going on about her sympathizing… I’m currently reading Harry Bleachbaker, and I find her intriguing name sneaking into my head at odd times during the day – some words are like that aren’t they? The book is quite a dry read, there is even an ‘author’s note’ at the beginning where N F states, ‘This is an uneven book. Parts of it having been deliberately made more boring than was in itself strictly necessary in order to highlight those other parts which are less so…’

But back to the task at hand – what an old-fashioned sounding phrase that is – but I prevaricate – I can see myself prevaricating as I type…
Perhaps I have nothing to say about the above artwork?
Hm… red, yellow, intricate black ink squiggles… Is that a parrot? No, I don’t think so. I hope all that red stuff isn’t supposed to be blood – no, it’s not – look, if I say it’s not – it’s not! That does look a bit like a parrot though – or a bird anyway… Perhaps that red thing is another bird lying on its back and the yellow parrot is tickling its belly… ‘Squark squark, quark quark,’ it goes… I like parrots, I like the look of them – I’ve never met one though, well not to speak to…
If I had one, I think I’d name her Mrs Trepatchly…
See, we’ve come full circle – have you even come full circle? That seems to round this piece off nicely, doesn’t it dear reader?…

 

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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5 Responses to Spatter splatter spatter splatter…

  1. Yes, I saw the birds as well….although my impression was that they were tussling, not tickling. Tussling parrots…..umm ok then! And I do like the authors note for its sheer candidness, ha! 😀

  2. Sharon Mann says:

    Love the painting!…We all need a little sympathy once in awhile, I like Mrs.Trepatchly’s idea.

  3. Hands reaching. That’s what I think. And I love that warm color feeling.

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