..or Rembrandt's sleeve..
Turner, it would appear, arrogant and talented
bastard he was, also worked in the shadow of the
A new exhibition; on now I believe..
at the Tate (Britain) in London town.
Ok, so, read the reviews, which will be more
articulate and less sweary than this, but will
probably at some point contain some of the same
words found here, albeit, more artistically arranged.
Anyway, Turner, the megalomaniac showman,
was in my books, pure genius, especially
when he went all 'Hemingway' in his final
years and produced some of the most wondrous
abstract paintings techniques..
This was going somewhere at some point..
Just read this bloody brilliant piece by Adrian Searle
Having recently returned from a trip to
Amsterdam, where I stood utterly transfixed
in the Rijksmuseum at a particular painting I
wanted to see 'in the flesh'
It doesn't get better than that,
seriously, you have not actually
lived until you have stood in front
of this painting...
nothing else matters..
I actually realise that now.
So, there you go, my beautifully poetically
analysis of painting; Rembrandt is even more
of a talented fucker that Turner.
You knew that didn't you?