But I Know It When I See It
Spent a couple of hours at the
National Gallery in Ottawa this week. Had been a few years since the last visit. Paid the $9 bucks each and did the regular permanent collection.
Patio Furniture Art - courtesy of Brian Jungen.
Here's a little sumpin-sumpin to get the cranky old man blood boiling.... xoxoxo Sheena
Holy crap. Hope THAT one was a scheduled c-section....A Girl
Hung out at the Norval Morrisseau exhibit, in memoriam - with his passing last year. (errr... who dat - eds.) Canada's own artistic treasure with a legacy needing preservation.
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Voice of Fire... somewhere Barnett Newman is pissing himself laughing...
Once again Sheena gets her intended result.... ;-)
It's important to have goals in life, however small.
BTW, thanks for warming this city up for me.
I'd hate to meet the dingo that would try to eat that baby
You should of spent the xtra$. The Dalhousie print collection is quite astonishing.
I can't believe I never go to the National Art Gallery. What's wrong with me?
Anyway, a friend of mine told me that to understand Voices of Fire, one needs to take the guided tour.
I'm juss sayin'.
Babe, I had no idea, that your passion for art, was so fervent...
Nor apparently, deliriously whimsical, on occasion...
Butt, you are occasionally, a round of surprises...
When you see it, as I do, your tastes can comprise it...
To surmise it, your butt is a wealth, of prizes...
Art ? you wan fuckin' art ?
Spy, Sooey, Sheena, and Raymi .
The Bitches of Eastwick ...
Fill your boots ...
I don't care if there's one extra...
You want Women ?
Engage 'em, if you dare ...
I know it when I see it .
Now, fuck off, and get your own...
Midnight Tory
Julia, forgive me ...
You have skillfully meandered,
into my minefield ...
You may be, the Goddess for me...
Of course, you are not alone ...
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