It's a whole new me!
Elizabeth I by Joe SorrenI think I need to explain my sudden profile image edit...
While in Melbourne a couple of months back, I stopped in at Outre Gallery. I had been wandering along Elizabeth Street, when I was struck by the amazing portrait of Elizabeth I in the gallery. It was so haunting, so ethereal, so innocent, yet lonely. I so wanted to purchase it, but sadly, did not have a spare $950.
Bugger.
There were a couple of other Joe Sorren prints, and I adore all of them... they're full of whimsy, yet with a slightly dark undertone. I think they speak to me, especially in the place I'm in right now.
There was also an exhibition on Shag - funky 1950s-esque, block colours, more dark and different themes... Wanted to buy MrB The Muses triptych, but again, had no available funds for splashing out on sponteneous art purchases.
Bugger.
One day, when I'm 'comfortable', I'll buy art. Heaps of it. This I promise myself.
While in Melbourne a couple of months back, I stopped in at Outre Gallery. I had been wandering along Elizabeth Street, when I was struck by the amazing portrait of Elizabeth I in the gallery. It was so haunting, so ethereal, so innocent, yet lonely. I so wanted to purchase it, but sadly, did not have a spare $950.
Bugger.
There were a couple of other Joe Sorren prints, and I adore all of them... they're full of whimsy, yet with a slightly dark undertone. I think they speak to me, especially in the place I'm in right now.
There was also an exhibition on Shag - funky 1950s-esque, block colours, more dark and different themes... Wanted to buy MrB The Muses triptych, but again, had no available funds for splashing out on sponteneous art purchases.
Bugger.
The Muses by Shag
One day, when I'm 'comfortable', I'll buy art. Heaps of it. This I promise myself.
posted by actonb at 3:30 pm
4 Comments:
you could always 'make' your own art. but then its not as satisfying hanging your own art on your own walls...
I love Shag!
Wait, that came out wrong...
No, it came out right.
And even if it had come out wrong, it'd be right...
For I too love Shag!
Shag. Yeah baby.
Countess Mountjoy made a huge deal about saving up to buy pure wool shag for our house in the early 1970's. It turned out to be a bastard to keep clean, looked like crap 10 mins after it was vacuumed, and by decade's end was as dated as the spherical light fittings that filled the house.
Petit and Sevitt have sooooooo much to answer for.
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