Since we moved into house where we live, we haven’t had any artwork on the main wall in our living room. It’s only been about five years.
The other day The Wife received some fine art, in fact, some mighty fine art, so I decided to place it on the wall.
Of course, I didn’t want to put new holes in the wall so I used pre-existing ones — and blue stick pins that would add texture the original artists had not intended. I used them to give the viewer perspective between himself (or herself or itself, in the case of an animal, such as say, our cat, who might see some of this anyway, at least the greens might be accentuated for him, I mean, it) and the wall.
“Ah, there’s the wall — and here I am, about 10 feet or 20 feet away from the wall, depending on where I am standing. I really don’t know where I’m standing and can’t seem to gain any perspective from those damned pins. They’re too freaking small…or not quite large enough, depending on where I am standing.”
The viewer can’t go much farther than that, because of the space limitations of the room in which the pieces are exhibited.
The pieces are, from left to right:
- Some Ugly Broad Who Looks Like A Man by Bob Jones…no, not that Bob Jones or his son and not Bobby Jones either. Actually, this artist preferred to be known as The Real Robert Jones, so as to differentiate himself from all the poseurs out there.
- The Grand Canal Near the Rialto Bridge, Venice by Canaletto.
- The Plains of Heaven by John Martin.
- and last but not least, The Water-Lily Pond by Claud Jones, a distant relative to Robert Jones, except Claude was Canadian as one can tell by the odd spelling of the more familiar Claude.
I only realized this morning after taking down the pieces to see the names of each piece and the artists, which I faithfully transcribed here for future posterity, that I had placed the one piece upside down.
The bridge is not The Bridge of Death as depicted here:
The bridge is a Japanese foot-bridge over the water-lily pond in Giverny and the artist evidently couldn’t get it right the first time as he painted about half a dozen of the pieces.
Silly prat. Didn’t he know Trix are for kids?
Inclusion of clown just for The Wife who loves, no, I tell you, lurves clowns. 😉
Oh, and yes, the inspiration for this post came from this song, and actually this is the version I like of it.