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Sentimental irony is a dog that bays at the moon while pissing on graves.


So we’ve got some water and a rope again. This was taken this morning in Sullivan’s Cove, right in the heart of Hobart.

Thanks to Willits’ finest, Elaine, I have one of these interweb tube meme things to relieve me of the need to be overly creative. This is a good time for one of these things actually, as I’ve been up since half-past-three in the morning (Ezra got back to sleep, I didn’t) and I’m not faring too well.

All I have to do is reveal five details about myself, and I figure that I can probably manage that so I shall give it a go.
1) I fail to understand what is so special about the work of Vincent Van Gogh. In general, I think that the post-Impressionists were pretty rubbish when compared to the Impressionists.

2) I think that Gough Whitlam seems like a bit of a wanker, to be honest, and I can’t understand why so many people – with many of whom I share comparable political views – worship him.

3) I sometimes regret not throwing in “Napoleon” as a middle name for Henry.

4) I strongly believe that George W. Bush will be proven to have been a better – as in less worse – US President than Warren G. Harding, who was an absolute shocker.

5) I used to have great difficulty telling people that I love them, but I am pretty comfortable doing so now. Well, at least with three people. Everyone will just have to wait until I sort myself out.

So there you go. Easy. I think that I am supposed to ‘tag’ five more people, but in the interest of fairness and equality, I would like to extend the invitation to anybody who would like to expose themselves to the world (the filthy buggers), or are just very tired an can’t think of anything else to write.

Let me know how you get on.
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freefalling said…
The rope is hard to see.

Something new on the tv news here - the news readers are without jackets!
That's to show us they empathize with their audience.
Lame.
(44 degrees temp here today)
29 January 2009 at 18:24
Babzy.B said…
the reflection in the water is beautiful, could be a painting !
30 January 2009 at 06:53
Kris McCracken said…
FF, I have to make the audience work you see. Can't make it too easy.

It is an awful kind of hot your way. TV people are stupid. No jackets! What toil.

It's as believable as poor old Ian Thorpe.
30 January 2009 at 08:15
Kris McCracken said…
Bazby, thank you. My painting is not quite up to this standard though!
30 January 2009 at 08:16
Vince said…
yes, totally agree with you about the post-Impressionists, especially after being lucky enough to have a look at them all room by room in the Musee D'Orsay, and being absolutely blown away by the Imps (eg Sisley !! fantastic Pissarro, and of course Monet) and then getting to the Post-Imps and going "ohh. I see."

I love your photo - some great light variations.
30 January 2009 at 10:04
Kris McCracken said…
VMeister, it was odd for me to be walking around the Louvre and find myself in these great empty halls as people rush by, ignoring the paintings, and propel themselves towards a some heaving mass of people at the end of the hall.

See, they were all craning their necks to get a glimpse of the Mona Lisa (safely behind a rope), and I had to turn to Jen and point to Tintoretto's The Coronation of the Virgin not six inches in front of me and say, "why are they craning to look at that postage stamp when they could get right up to this? IT'S TINTORETTO!"

People are strange.
30 January 2009 at 10:26
-K- said…
I have a slightly different opinion about van Gogh. Many of his paintings may be merely pretty or sentimental but there's a group of his night-time works in Arles as well as his portraits and self portraits that seem very striking to me.

Plus, his letters are quite good.

What I don't like is when others use him as an easy example for all artists as being troubled artists.
31 January 2009 at 03:55
Kris McCracken said…
K, I agree that the night time works are stand outs, and I actually think that his early work is more appealing than the more well known stuff.

The thing about him and the mental illness is that it was a clearly diagnosable condition, treatable today, and not some 'artistic temprement' cliché, which demeans all people with such illnesses.
31 January 2009 at 09:45
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