How can you see a gap? It’s something we’d only notice if we could see both sides, right? Just as on the London Tube – the name the locals gave to their underground railways – there are announcements of “Mind The Gap!”
Because there is a gap between the carriage and the platform.
The gap I speak of here, however, lies in our ability to think. It is the gap between what we do think and what humans are capable of thinking.
Occasionally I share something from a blogger who is truly remarkable. The way she looks at things is something that each and every one of us can learn from. This time, it’s the way she describes her friend’s eyes.
In the Museum Quarter of Amsterdam there is the unimaginatively named ‘Museum Plein’ – the Museum Place. No surprises that you’ll find museums here. Well, that’s what it’s all about: the Dutch are straightforward people. Well, that is when they’re aware that is; when they are, things are made very easy. Unfortunately, the kind of architects this breeds are unimaginative – something that is the direct result of a lack of awareness. They’re not alone in this, most of the worlds architects are the kind of people the world would be happier without.
I’ve been wondering about followers for a while now, especially since there’s a possibility that I will be setting up some professional websites using a local provider. You see, if I transfer this site to a non-Wordpress format, I will lose all my treasured followers!
This is, without question, Rodin’s best known work. Originally conceived in the early 1880s as part of his portal ‘The Gates Of Hell’ which depict the horrors that the poet Dante Alighieri described in his ‘Inferno’. Indeed, the original name for the work was ‘The Poet’ but was later changed to the thinker. This sculpture, made in 1903 is made of plaster and is around five feet high. It was an immense undertaking, a challenge that Rodin was equal to. Continue reading “Auguste Rodin: Le Penseur; The Thinker, 1903.”→
It is 9 July 1967, the international air display at Domodyedovo military airfield near Moscow. Partly to celebrate the fiftieth anniversary of the 1917 revolution, it was also there to show off what Moscow allowed the public to see. Not that this was ever much. Towards the end of the display, four jets flew across the airfield.
Nobody knew what they were! What’s more, the Russians weren’t telling. Even Russian enthusiasts only had the American magazines for information. Nobody knew what was going on. Some experts thought it an upgraded MiG 23, others something else. Speculation was rife.
The Breughels, father and son, were painters in the modern style. It is said of the younger Breughel that he copied a lot of his father’s works; this isn’t the point. The younger Breughel depicted them in the way he could as an individual.
Whilst this is a religious painting that has a traditional theme, the manner of its depiction is very new. Instead of the formed ranks of poe faced onlookers and an unhappy but very staid Christ Jesus, we have here a gathering of real people and a still unhappy but far more mobile image of Jesus as he trudged his way up that hill. Now, Breughel’s father had painted this scene in 1564 but the two paintings are quite different. Perhaps I’ll have to take a few piccies when I’m next in Vienna, where it is held. This is its picture from Wikipedia.
So here is my folding bicycle, on the local train that will take me home. Bicycles that fold up travel free on the Dutch railways, if you have an ordinary bicycle, you have to buy a day ticket that costs €7. Now, according to the rule book, a bicycle has to be folded before you enter the train. As you can see, my bike is still unfolded – and will only be ‘broken’ in the middle for the swift journey home.