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It’s “The Lady or the Tiger” by Frank Stockton, all the way back in 1882.  Here’s a link for the entire short story.   Every bit as good as I remember, although I thought a lot more about it as a child.  It’s the first story where I remember thinking, “Hey, no fair!  There’s no ending!” only to later realize that was exactly the point.

The Lady or the Tiger

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The Woman or the Castle?

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(Geez, that title reminds me of the short story where a woman is behind one door and a tiger the other.  That story made such a profound impression on me, I’ll have to look it up!)

To get to the Art – I found this gorgeous woman at Madame Scherzo, one of my favorite Tumblr sites, and noticed that after my eyes originally admired her, almost immediately they were drawn to the castle in the lower right corner.  And I noticed that the woman was a little softened – if a film, I’d say out of focus – and her face points to the castle.  Why would the Artist do this?  Does it help her beauty to have the castle there?  Do two points of focus confuse the mind or improve both?  Hmmm.  Something to ponder.

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The artist is Ken Hamilton and Art Odyssey has this to say about him:  Born in Nigeria, West Africa, Ken Hamilton returned to Ireland at the age of eleven where he eventually went to Art College in Belfast. Rejecting the trends of so-called contemporary art, he has sought to restore some of the ancient values of painting now discarded by so many.

His paintings do not openly deal with the angst of the artist’s own soul or with the ‘human condition’ but rather seem to be a celebration of the visual pleasures of the world in which we live. By pointing towards these pleasures he is also reminding us of their fleeting nature, not to create in us a sense of despair but so that we may savour the moment and enrich our lives by taking our time and drawing our attention to them.

So am I savoring the beauty and fleeting nature of the castle in the sky and the woman’s countenance.?   Yowza, I think I am!

Another Day, Another Painting

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Spent two and a half hours wandering around this one.  Perspective went back and forth, light went bright to dim.  AAAHHHH!  But I  like it overall.   Will try again tomorrow when the light is the same.  Here’s two of the painting – one showing what I was trying to paint, and then the finished version – thus far.  Without flash 2 Under lamp

Done!

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Jo came up today and helped me fine tune it – I still need to remember dark values first, then light values, which is why that front hyacinth bulb got so blurry when I first painted it three days ago. Now it’s bloomed a little more, that helped today as well. And don’t paint everything, only one flower needs to tell you about the rest. So happy! Next, dry and frame. You always remember your first one, don’t you! 😉

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This was the first day of painting for 2 hours

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And here it is in the middle of the week after an hour and a half. Interesting progression!

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Painting for Happiness and the Soul

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I am having a wonderful time going through The Artist’s Way at the suggestion of my art teacher Jo FarrisOil painting. I came home from a meeting yesterday, threw on a pair of shorts, t-shirt and apron and painted for over an hour. This is the first painting I’ve done on my own at home and I’m loving it and learning from it. My first artistic baby. 🙂

Michelangelo – Genius Painter, Brilliant Poet

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From another one of my favorite blogs, A-Mused.  If you need an uplifting read, highly recommended!  Before you start, or when you finish, you can see a beautiful 360 degree panorama with heavenly music here.

THE SISTINE CHAPEL – “Without having seen the Sistine Chapel, 
it’s not possible to have an idea of what one man is capable of doing” | Goethe

On November 1, All Saint’s Day, Pope Julius II celebrated a mass in the Sistine Chapel in Vatican City for the first time in at least four years. Those who attended were the first people to see one of the most celebrated works of Western art—the magnificent frescoes painted by Michelangelo Buonarroti on the chapel’s ceiling.The earliest witnesses marvelled at the ceiling as much as people today do. Giorgio Vasari, artist and biographer of artists, wrote nearly forty years later that “When the work was thrown open, the whole world could be heard running up to see it, and, indeed, it was such as to make everyone astonished and dumb.”Below, is Michelangelo’s own poem about the awkward parturition of the Sistine Chapel. He provides a refreshing dose of reality. He writes energetically about despair, detailing with relish the unpleasant side of his work on the famous ceiling.

Michelangelo: To Giovanni da Pistoia 
When the Author Was Painting the Vault of the Sistine Chapel” —1509

I’ve already grown a goiter from this torture,
hunched up here like a cat in Lombardy
(or anywhere else where the stagnant water’s poison). https://i2.wp.com/25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcrk57VSuK1qfvq9bo1_1280.jpg
My stomach’s squashed under my chin, my beard’s
pointing at heaven, my brain’s crushed in a casket,
my breast twists like a harpy’s. My brush,
above me all the time, dribbles paint
so my face makes a fine floor for droppings!

My haunches are grinding into my guts,
my poor ass strains to work as a counterweight,
every gesture I make is blind and aimless.
My skin hangs loose below me, my spine’s
all knotted from folding over itself.
I’m bent taut as a Syrian bow.

Because I’m stuck like this, my thoughts
are crazy, perfidious tripe:
anyone shoots badly through a crooked blowpipe.

My painting is dead.
Defend it for me, Giovanni, protect my honor.
I am not in the right place—I am not a painter.

Translated by Gail Mazur