Shaky Constructs of Questionable Import and Dubious Utility.
Very nice, Portia.Who is the artist?
Thanks spd. Just a day but a day unlike any other.Wanna guess the artist?
Shakespeare, of course.Oh, you mean the painting?! Some import, I daresay...my first guess would be Matisse.
No, but a contemporary of his, and like Matisse he painted in the south of France.
That's it? No more guesses?
I am tempted to say Georges Rouault, but his pieces are generally darker in both palate and subject.
Marc Chagall??Is there a prize, besides the quiet joy of self - affirmation?-Don Brouhaha
You got it, Don. I'm embarassed.Yes, there is a prize, by the way. You get to send me stuff to post from now until the end of next week because that slacker Portia is taking vacation.So get crackin.
Cracking, SIR!-Don Brouhaha
Yeah you, Mr. Don! That'll teach you to open your art savvy mouth! I can't pretend to understand some of his work/symbolism but I enjoy the "trip" just the same. He's often referred to as a "Poet" and rightly so with his paintings providing an unending "canvas" of metaphor and lyricism. One of my favorites is The Birthday, which hangs at the MoMA in NYC, and which I have spent hours and hours standing in front of over the years. maybe it's time for another episode of CSI, spd.
Hey, I actually have been to the Orsay in Paris a time or three, and I know a smidge about the difference in styles, plus, with the wonder of the Internet...well, it was a lucky guess. So there.Portia, you really need to broaden your horizons:"..'The Birthday'...which I have spent hours and hours standing in front of over the years."That's nice dear, but hours and hours? :)Enjoy your vacation, which I hope is 'far from the madding crowd'.-Don Brouhaha
Cumulative hours, Don. I've been visiting it since I was twenty something and now I'm twenty plus plus something so that makes for plus plus number of hours. Maybe more:) I'm a slow study.Yes, far from the madding crowds of Times Square but the Sonoran Desert is fraught with its own madding crowds. I came face to face today with a family of javelinas. Six in total.I'm told they like prickly pear cactus more than redheads; I blinked just the same.Anybody know the lyrics to Take me back to Manhattan?
No, but if you hum a few bars I can make them up.
It's a Cole Porter song. Rosemary Clooney sings it on your i-Pod. The more I travel across the gravelThe more I sail the seaThe more I feel convinced of the factNew York’s the town for meThat crazy skylineIs right in my lineAnd when I’m far awayI’m able to bear it for several hoursThen I break down and sayTake me back to ManhattanTake me back to New YorkI’m just longing to see once moreMy little home on the hundredth floorCan you wonder I’m gloomy?Can you smile when I frown?I miss the east side, the west sideThe north side and the south sideSo take me back to ManhattanThat dear old dirty town!I await your version.
To the tune of "Take me out to the Ballgame" (I'm making this up!)Take me back to ManhattenTake me back to my townFind me a Deli near old Times SquareA visit there and I don't have a careSo it's take the el train from Brooklyn,Or over that fabulous bridge,Downtown to midtown at 5 o'clockWe'll walk the green at old Central ParkThen it's back to shopping at Macy'sIf we go home broke, that's okay'Cause Manhatten is expensive to visitIn the old U.S.A.(not Cole Porter, can you tell?:)New York is one great city, and a fabulous place to visit, but on the whole, I'd rather be in the Sonorran desert in Arizona.-Don (not Cole Porter) Brouhaha
Golly, you folks are talented!
Portia is talented and clever; I'm just going for sarcastic and annoying (it's my second childhood!).-Don Brouhaha
Don, I take no credit for the lyrics I posted. They were penned by Cole Porter.You, however, should take great pleasure in knowing that spd dissed both you and the inimitable Mr. Porter in the same breath with his "golly" comment. Mazeltov, Don. There are few finer songwriters with whom one could hope to share a Razzie...especially in the midst of a second childhood:)
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