Oh I feel so sick when I think about all the things we brushed with our fingertips without catching before they fell away forever. So I really do try not to (and fail constantly)
I am exactly like this too & you really are an all round beautiful person & splendid egg & I am very glad of you love xxx
Nothing daft about it. There’s roughly 6000 surviving works from about 50,000. Not all that remains has been catalogued yet though. The first classes took place in a shower room & for years much of what survived was kept in a defunct shower room in South London hospital which always seems poetic
Yes, that’s a perfect articulation of it, like we can always be touched by something untouchably our own & of the universal & it is profoundly consoling that it belongs to each of us & all of us in a way that exists beyond ideas of ownership no matter who made or paid to possess the original
I say hold your nerve when you’re able my love - it’s only snobby centuries of excluding arseholes who’ve made us feel like we don’t know what we’re seeing or talking about or that we’re not allowed to express it for fear of “doing it wrong” our souls deserve not to oppressed by the soulless x
Painting created c.late 1950s, by Brenda Marshall in the art therapy studio at Netherne hospital where she was compelled to live. Sometimes she made notes on the backs of her work, most of which describe a distressing & difficult relationship with her father.
The lovely shadow reminds me of watching a locked up bike being regularly swept by car headlights in the dark so that its ghost kept cycling away from it while it stayed chained to the lamppost; equal parts hopeful, beautiful & sad. Just this lush living object metaphor for profound human things x
If there is such a thing, the more “non-artist” questions we ask the better, the more we take art back for everyone, the more we affirm our own inviolable right to enjoy it & think about it & explore it as suits & stimulates us I reckon; defies the theft of that pleasure by the usual wankers x
Oh it’s wonderful, so steadfast & clompy in a way I find very tender