Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.
Leonardo Da Vinci
As you may or may not know I have a rather strange love of washing lines. I started to take photos of them but then feared people might think me some kind of pervert - I am starting to photograph gates and gateways now, much more acceptable don't you think? . In my surfing around looking at washing lines (they can't touch you for it), I have just discovered a wonderful Scottish artist by the name of John Lowrie Morrison, how on earth have I not heard of him before? My new header pic is one of his paintings.
Unfortunately Blogger will not allow me to add Text to my blog any more, or any fresh gadgets actually (anyone else having that problem?) so I can't acknowledge the artist's work below it. I haven't 'upgraded' my blog to a new fangled one and can't get my head round Google + and the like, am I alone in this inadequacy? Please can anyone tell me where Gadgets have gone?
Anyway, the header is this picture:
Washing Line Back of Arinagour Isle of Coll
John Lowrie Morrison
I am off to drool over more of his work, he seems to paint a lot of cottages which I also love and uses the most gorgeous bright colours.
I have just blogged next door again too, a couple of posts and apologies if some are duplicated, I have been up since 6.30 am this morning and am not a morning person. I seem to be next door rather a lot lately so if I am ever not here do call by at Cait's Photos, you may well find me there and you especially will always be welcome. I keep the kettle on the Rayburn at all times. My latest pics were of the recent Blue Moon which actually was not blue in these parts, well not blue in the sky but strangely some reflections in the river were of a bluey hue.
Do call by,
Before you do, treat youself and listen to this:
Bye for now,
Cait.
I have not been able to do many of the things I used to do on my blog...unable to change colors and the like. As for Goo+, I refuse the interconnectedness of it all. Perhaps I'd like to think that I have a secret left.
ReplyDeleteOh I do like the painting with its vivid colors and strong lines.
One last thing, do not give up the laundry on the lines. Just hide behind the hedge.
Cait, thank you for the intro to this marvelous painter.
ReplyDeleteWish that there were some magical way that the laundry room in the basement of this apartment building would have a way to allow my towels and sheets to feel an above ground breeze, rather than just be tumbled over and over in a warm dryer fueled by gas.
Fresh air...so much better!
Cait, thank you for the intro to this marvelous painter.
ReplyDeleteWish that there were some magical way that the laundry room in the basement of this apartment building would have a way to allow my towels and sheets to feel an above ground breeze, rather than just be tumbled over and over in a warm dryer fueled by gas.
Fresh air...so much better!
Thanks for always coming by the blog, Cait. I do appreciate it, even though I don't get over here enough to reciprocate. I also fell instantly in love with this artist, while laughing at your 'clothesline' fetish. Those colors are just something else, and I love the feel it has of Impressionism done more realistically, if that makes sense. Anyway, thanks for your always generous input, and thanks for the introduction to Morrison.
ReplyDeleteWhat a marvelous quote. Thanks so much for sharing it.
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