Sunday, 13 September 2020

Just when you thought painting was dead (again)...

 HILDA DEVOS, 29 x oil on canvas.

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(Due to light effects during shooting and different screen settings, the colors of the images may differ slightly from those of the actual painting. Thank you for understanding.)

Wednesday, 12 August 2020

A little hardn'd

 


Unable - or unwilling - to cross the border, am left to ponder the strange times. For some cheer, reading Defoe's A Journal of the Plague Year. About he early stages of the 'Distemper', he writes:

"But the Fright was not yet near so great in the City, abstractly so called; and particularly because, tho' they were at first in the most inexpressible Consternation, yet as I have observ'd, that the Distemper intermitted often at first; so they were as it were, allarm'd, and unallarmed again, and this several times, till it began to be familiar to them; and that even, when it appear'd violent, yet seeing it did not presently spread into the City, or the East and South Parts, the People began to take Courage, and to be, as I may say, a little hardn'd."

Daniel Defoe, A Journal of the Plague Year, Penguin Classics

Strangely - considering Defoe's accurate psychological insight - the author was 5 years old when the Great Plague broke out, in 1665. His 'account' wasn't published until 1722, 57 years later.

Thursday, 16 July 2020

Drizzle

Arrived 04:45.
Drizzle with intermittent showers. Fresh (13-14°C). Rather a breeze, from WSW to W, compelling me - as I'm facing south - to have my umbrella on my right side. Therefore, could not see where the weather was coming from, or rather, what weather was coming. Facing S-SE, more or less towards Doel. 
Beautiful rapidly changing light and texture effects, fortunately too fleeting to tempt me to 'capture'.

Yet I'm surprised that I have to acclimatize to the lack of 'picturesque' of this land. Probably for the best. Not to fall asleep.

Hare, black-headed gulls, swifts (swallows?). Lambs silently grazing on the dike. Very little tidal movement. Faraway thumping and rumbling of container-ships, rhythmic swish of the two windmills to the east, sizzle of the drizzle on my umbrella.

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