Discipline
Over the weekend I went to the viewing for an art auction. One painting immediately caught my attention, and not just because it was three metres long and one high.
It may not look like much in this photo, but it had a wonderful presence and sense of drama. There's earthiness and harmony, the crude and the sublime. I wanted to wrap myself up in it, which, given its size, was entirely possible.
Of course, when I checked the catalogue, I found that the sale estimate was $40,000. There's the story of my life in a nutshell.
The only painting I liked in my price range was a small ink and gouache in a Sally Morganesque style. It had a delightful, child-like, paradoxical sense of mystery and familiarity in its landscape, and was populated by goofy smiling kangaroos.
However, while I like the picture, I don't love it. I've decided that I've got to stop buying things I merely like, and instead hoard my cash and splurge on just one thing I love. So no goofy kangaroos for me.
Unfortunately the paintings I love tend to run well into the quintuple figures. I need to take a leaf out of this person's book and start sleazing onto some artists.
It may not look like much in this photo, but it had a wonderful presence and sense of drama. There's earthiness and harmony, the crude and the sublime. I wanted to wrap myself up in it, which, given its size, was entirely possible.
Of course, when I checked the catalogue, I found that the sale estimate was $40,000. There's the story of my life in a nutshell.
The only painting I liked in my price range was a small ink and gouache in a Sally Morganesque style. It had a delightful, child-like, paradoxical sense of mystery and familiarity in its landscape, and was populated by goofy smiling kangaroos.
However, while I like the picture, I don't love it. I've decided that I've got to stop buying things I merely like, and instead hoard my cash and splurge on just one thing I love. So no goofy kangaroos for me.
Unfortunately the paintings I love tend to run well into the quintuple figures. I need to take a leaf out of this person's book and start sleazing onto some artists.
posted by Blandwagon at 12:07 PM
2 Comments:
I have to say I am not a huge fan of Firth-Smith's work.
So what's the one thing you love?
Once while lost in the back rooms of a Melbourne art gallery, looking for the toilet, I saw a drawing that entranced me. But that was long ago and far away.
The one thing I love (2006 edition) I will only know when I see it. I haven't seen it yet.
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