Tag: Art
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Thomasina (Rembrandt Style)
It goes without saying she wasn’t happy. Poor Rembrandt was worn out when he finished. Do it again, she demanded. Please, she added as an afterthought. Again. Please. No. Again. Sigh. No. No. No. Nose. Do it again Close, but not quite right. Nope. I give up. I’ll get Leonardo to have a go next…
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The Other Woman
I was the original, don’t you know. I was ready, all posed and enigmatic, and Leo got distracted and painted the other woman. Not that I mind, though. I don’t really like publicity.
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The Nightwatchman
I am the Nightwatchman From long ago I have come Descending the stairs of eternity With an apple up my sleeve. Searching for gravity’s founder To prove once and for all That through the mists of time Not everything needs to be heavy.
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The Persistence of Lisa
The model squirmed on her damp seat; it had been six hours, and she was restless, fidgety, and now in desperate need of the loo. “Remby,” Lisa asked as the painter took a step back from his easel to admire his work, “have you much more to do… I need to powder my nose.” Rembrandt…
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Defining Reason
How can something that doesn’t look anything like what it should be, actually look like it? Both of these pictures are of an orange fruit bowl. I’m trying, slowly, to gradually return to blogging after my rather extended break. I shall try to catch up with any comments before my next post.
The Mansionic Perspective 