"They would not listen, they're not listening still. Perhaps they never will" Don McLean
Dont some mornings just drag and drag? Yesterday morning was no exception. I must have stared blankly at my computer screen for over 5 minutes. Ah this is no good. No good at all. I need inspiration, I told myself. I wasnt going to get that sitting here, in this half filled, half empty ( half term) office.
Come lunch time and I head out down to the road to Trafalgar Square. I have the National Gallery in my sights. The banners outside advertise the Velazquez exhibition. I convince myself to go in or risk being soaked with (and by) the pigeons outside. What! I have to pay for the Velazquez exhibition? No way. This commie wont pay. Besides I only have £3 in my pocket and £12 (ripoff!) is needed.
Ah all is not lost, an advertising hoarding for a "free" exhibition of Manet to Picasso catches my eye. Head down to the National Gallery basement for that.
Enter Room 1 - Renoirs and Degas' adorn the room. I gasp in awe. Often Ive seen these paintings as prints, but never the real things.
Enter Room 2 - Van Gogh. Immediately on turning to enter the room my eyes are drawn to The Sunflowers. There's something so magnetic about this painting. My jaw just drops on seeing it. I step closer to it. Close enough for my eyes to follow the swirls of thick, happy, luscious yellow paint around the shining flower heads. Then to slowly follow the path of the dark green painted stems down to the sad dying flowers. One dying flower even looks to be turning its head back up to the light. One last gasp?
I dont how long I had stood staring at The Sunflowers. I was hypnotised. It was as though the whole of Room 2 had emptied, then and there, and it was just me and The Sunflowers in that room. Alone. I desired to step even closer, touch the painting! Touch The Sunflowers! Run my finger tips over the shiny paint swirls! Feel the textured elation of the happy shining flower heads.... Feel the melancholy, despair of the wilting flowers......Empathise with the one last gasp sunflower!!!!
Lucky for Me, the National Gallery security, the Van Gogh museum and The Sunflower worshipers cross the world I snapped out of my trance and did not touch the painting. No sirens went off.
So with my £3 i bought a fridge magnet of Van Goghs - The Sunflowers. Voila!
May I always find hope and inspiration now whenever I reach into the fridge for a pint of milk :)
Dont some mornings just drag and drag? Yesterday morning was no exception. I must have stared blankly at my computer screen for over 5 minutes. Ah this is no good. No good at all. I need inspiration, I told myself. I wasnt going to get that sitting here, in this half filled, half empty ( half term) office.
Come lunch time and I head out down to the road to Trafalgar Square. I have the National Gallery in my sights. The banners outside advertise the Velazquez exhibition. I convince myself to go in or risk being soaked with (and by) the pigeons outside. What! I have to pay for the Velazquez exhibition? No way. This commie wont pay. Besides I only have £3 in my pocket and £12 (ripoff!) is needed.
Ah all is not lost, an advertising hoarding for a "free" exhibition of Manet to Picasso catches my eye. Head down to the National Gallery basement for that.
Enter Room 1 - Renoirs and Degas' adorn the room. I gasp in awe. Often Ive seen these paintings as prints, but never the real things.
Enter Room 2 - Van Gogh. Immediately on turning to enter the room my eyes are drawn to The Sunflowers. There's something so magnetic about this painting. My jaw just drops on seeing it. I step closer to it. Close enough for my eyes to follow the swirls of thick, happy, luscious yellow paint around the shining flower heads. Then to slowly follow the path of the dark green painted stems down to the sad dying flowers. One dying flower even looks to be turning its head back up to the light. One last gasp?
I dont how long I had stood staring at The Sunflowers. I was hypnotised. It was as though the whole of Room 2 had emptied, then and there, and it was just me and The Sunflowers in that room. Alone. I desired to step even closer, touch the painting! Touch The Sunflowers! Run my finger tips over the shiny paint swirls! Feel the textured elation of the happy shining flower heads.... Feel the melancholy, despair of the wilting flowers......Empathise with the one last gasp sunflower!!!!
Lucky for Me, the National Gallery security, the Van Gogh museum and The Sunflower worshipers cross the world I snapped out of my trance and did not touch the painting. No sirens went off.
So with my £3 i bought a fridge magnet of Van Goghs - The Sunflowers. Voila!
May I always find hope and inspiration now whenever I reach into the fridge for a pint of milk :)
Comments
I really do hope one day you will see the painting. You wont be disappointed, believe me
... loved your sunflower music. Very beautiful :)