This is not art. No. 39…

But first…
Dulltown, UK/Europe: Today’s quotation is from The Diary of a Nobody by George and Weedon Grossmith (1892).
I said, ‘I was in hopes that, if anything ever happened to me, the diary would be an endless source of pleasure to you both, to say nothing of the chance of the remuneration which may accrue from it’s being published.’
Both Carrie and Lupin burst out laughing. Carrie was sorry for this, I could see, for she said: ‘I did not mean to be rude, dear Charlie; but truly I do not think your diary would sufficiently interest the public to be taken up by a publisher.’
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I think we can surely describe this piece of work as monumental; it seems to be made up from two large rectangular canvases (almost square) and is in the region of six metres across – yes, a shortish walk. It is best appreciated from a good distance where the viewer’s eye can subtend a wide angle to view the piece as a whole – but, even when one approaches, to perhaps within a few inches, the detail of the work (unlike that on those large Hockney paintings of trees, which were widely on show a few years ago) is still sharp, crisp, and yes, delightful.
When close up on the piece one has to try very hard to suppress the urge to reach out, slip a fingernail under the edge of a curly flake of white, and flick it off, to free it from its enveloping rich blue substrate – and of course, be thrown out of the gallery – and, as a consequence, lose one’s pretty well paid job as an art critic – critics should keep their silly fat fingers off the art you know – no matter how one may be tempted! As I know to my cost – oh, after that awful business that day in the Kienholz Beanery in the Stedelijk Amsterdam – my second wife left me soon after that – and my career subsequently nosedived – I am though, clawing my way back – I’m hoping that this very review, appearing here, will in fact be…  excuse me a moment I just need to, go and…

No, you see, this is an advertising hoarding with its ads stripped off that I spotted and snapped a few months ago – gosh, doesn’t it look like a map? With all that blue sea, and those intricate land masses, I’ll bet there’s a fjord or two in amongst that lot too…

 

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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4 Responses to This is not art. No. 39…

  1. Sharon Mann says:

    I too thought “map” as soon as I opened your blog. “this is not art” is very arty today. I love the link to the Beanery, and how could you not want to get your hands on his art.

  2. Dana Doran says:

    The Diary seems to be about me (the consummate nobody)….I suppose I could gain some insight by reading it..but then again, I am living it – so do I really need to be reminded?

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