After a run of seemingly endless soggy days, the KHT and I were delighted to have the opportunity to visit the 'Painting childhood' exhibition at Compton Verny.The KHT and I have different approaches to viewing an exhibition - I browse through, stopping to ponder further on those that catch my interest. The KHT studies each and everyone intently, as if trying to enter into the magical world the canvas portrays.
Having completed the exhibition I return and sit and wait.
I am content to be,
but my presence disturbs her ponderings,
as I am an unwitting intrusion,
an unwelcome reminder of the real world.
Despite my protestations the KHT completes the second room in a 10th of the time she took over the first, when she savoured each and every scene.
After coffee we move on the the second part of the exhibition - Childhood Now,
which also provided the opportunity to creat a self-portrait.
The KHT preferred to draw cartoons,
but I attempt a self portrait in brown pencil crayon and add my attempt to the collection,
There is a clear distinction between those who can give an idea of depth and those who cannot.
I am firmly with the cannots!
I will not be having an exhibition in an art gallery anytime soon
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| Whiter shade of pale.. |
As she is wearing a cream coloured sweat shirt
she disappears into the background,
consumed by the pale woodwork
as if clothed in an invisibility cloak
The chapel is a popular venue for weddings - I wonder if they ever lose the bride in all the whiteness.
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| Stairway to heaven |
Outside in the parkland, strange green shapes
disturb the peaceful landscape of the Old Town Meadow,
where once a village stood.
We do not immediately warm to these alien forms
that feel like a tactless intrusion upon the landscape,
but the photographic potential is enough to lure us closer.
And closer...
And closer...
The green shapes invite interaction, though climbing on them is discouraged. They provoke a reaction and encourage us to view both the landscape and cloudscape in a different way.
We head off on a circular walk around Old Town Meadow, following the path that has been mown through the meadow, all the time observing the encroaching storm.
The KHT set off on a run, keen to get back to the car before the clouds reached us.
In her mind a tornado or hurricane are imminent,
or worse...
I followed after at a more sedate pace, taking photos of items of interest, such as storm clouds and blue butterflies.
We had barely driven out of the car park when the storm broke
It provided some interesting puddles to enliven the journey back,
but it was only rain.
Yes, more rain.
Will this be the wettest June on record?
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