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Very nice. … very nice
Yes… pretty.
Will be visiting Gloucester in a couple of weeks for the St. Peter’s Fiesta–do you have fond memories of the greasy pole contest?
No! Those guys are tough and mean. They used to raid the vintage stores and wreck the good clothes.
Okay good. I hope they crack their damn fool heads open, then.
The best part was seeing them get hurt.
Hanging out in the crows nest. Pretty color!
Fantastic!
That’s a big crow. What a wonderful piece!
You can create a whole psychological test with this image. “Do you see a giant crow, or a tiny boat?”
Not pretty. Fucking BEAUTIFUL.
Hello new wallpaper.
What would really make my day is if you posted a high resolution scan of this drawing:
http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1174342756l/383529.jpg
It’s my favourite.
I can’t comment!
Yes I can!
The beautifully nuanced wash immediately put me in mind of “Breezing Up” by Winslow Homer. However the deeper I got into it the more I could see the ponderous moodiness, the pathetic fallacy of JMW Turner. This is up there with the great seascapes. Your characteristic heavy line makes the sea truly a harsh mistress and Drinky Crow’s nest is a trap for sure. No way out of that one outside of blowing his brains out! A massive doorstop of a tome tracing your art should be in the works. Maurice Sendak? Bah! The Bodleigh Head? Pooh!
It doesn’t remind you of Fitz Hugh Lane? Not a little bit?
Not a little. A lot. Thank you so much for introducing me to this master of water and light. Being a wild colonial boy I know fuck-all of 19th Century American art. I’m limited to John Singer Sargeant and Winslow Homer. Lane thrills me to the core, makes me go all fuckin Masefield on it. My mum got me into watercolours. Oddly despite the family connection to Doris Lusk (whom mum loathed) and Rita Angus and Leo Bensemann. Now that she’s passed I have a couple of Menzies-Gibbs on the wall, who I like just fine, but really he never got light like his father John Gibb – http://christchurchcitylibraries.com/Heritage/Photos/Disc7/img0022.asp – http://christchurchartgallery.org.nz/multimedia/print/infosheets/john-gibb-lyttelton-harbour-nz-inside-the-breakwat/ –
I think I’ll be spending a bit of time at Fitzy’s crib from now.
Uh-oh…
I hope you don’t admire this one too closely:
http://www.saleoilpaintings.com/paintings-pictures/fitz-hugh-lane/fitz-hugh-lane-gloucester-harbor.jpg
I would gladly buy this for WAY more than a dollar.