Saturday, 19 July 2014

As You Know, I Love a Good Cemetery

I have been pretty good with staying on top of the blogging recently, so please excuse obligatory boring holiday post, as I feel bound to explain where I've been for the past week. HOLIDAY IN PARIS. But fear not, no Eiffel Tower pictures here. Instead, feast your eyes on this, the most beautiful place in Paris.

In the hustle and bustle of Paris, where most of our time was spent hemmed in on all sides by thick layers of people, in tightly controlled queues, the cemetery was a quiet idyll. It was only at the end of our first visit that we realised it was also home to the graves of several very famous people, which was excuse enough for us to return.

Oscar Wilde, fenced to limit damage, but still dotted with kisses, above the edge of the glass.

Sarah Bernhardt. Quieter, more hidden, but we found her! She's been a staple background character in many of the Regency novels I've read - the perfect name to drop to add historical depth - but perhaps little known I think, nowadays. Her wikipedia entry here.

Georges Melies. Looking strikingly similar to Ben Kingsley in Hugo.

And because it's my blog, and I can, tiny Eiffel Tower pictures!


Monday, 7 July 2014

I Think I've Finished My Painting.

By which I mean, of course, that I have looked at it and looked at it, and furrowed my brow, and there is one bit that I just absolutely do not like, but I can't figure out how to fix it. So before I ruin it some more with my botched attempts, here is a not especially amazing photo of it.
I hear they prop stuff up on blankets in the Louvre.
 So there you go. I'm not going to tell you which bit I don't like, just in case you haven't noticed it.

One of my favourite things about painting, and a thing I like to look at in galleries, is how the paint looks so different close up than it does from far away. Like the principles of pointillism, I suppose, but... not the same.

This is my favourite picture of it. Looks better wonky!
I've started planning what to paint next, and am trying to decide what I need to write next too. Slowly but surely, working on my own stuff in my own time is becoming normal again. I've missed it a lot.