It is rare that I ever buy myself a picture to hang on the wall. I think I have to know, instantly upon finding it, that I would like very much to look at it more, possibly for long time, and in the comfort of my own home. The other day I found myself in such a mindset and here is the result…
An Oriental silk embroidery of birds and flowers. It is hard to date, partly because I cannot read Chinese, and partly because the silk background is so aged and yellowed, yet the coloured threads are still so vivid.
Here are five other pictures acquired in a similar manner…
- A large black and white photograph of tall cliffs with a small single-manned boat drifting beneath. It is peaceful and still and reminds me of floating on low tides. I have no idea who took it or where it was taken, but I might perhaps like to go there.
- A gloriously trashy drawing of a girl, in very tight and very shiny low-slung pink leggings. Ripped from a 1970s porn magazine which was found in a shepherd’s hut in the middle of the Pennine fells.
- A blue-green metallic collage of a tree, a lake’s curved edge, and a castle, with a giant golden sun behind. I look at this in the mornings and often wish to live there because the sun is so low and so big.
- An old black and white photograph of an explosion. This I like because the explosion must be a purposeful one, as otherwise why would somebody be standing here ready with their camera? I like explosions when the aim is not violent, but just a general wish for loud noise and the necessary destruction.
- A moon-like face with black beams draining out below, by Lorna Graves. I can never tell if the face is asleep or just looking down, but it is tranquil and probably a good thing to look at after viewing the explosion photograph.