idiom
id·i·om [ˈɪdɪəm]
n.
1. A speech form or an expression of a given language that is peculiar to itself grammatically or cannot be understood from the individual meanings of its elements, as in keep tabs on.
2. The specific grammatical, syntactic, and structural character of a given language.
3. Regional speech or dialect.
4.
a. A specialized vocabulary used by a group of people; jargon.
b. A style or manner of expression peculiar to a given people.
5. A style of artistic expression characteristic of a particular individual, school, period, or medium.
[Late Latin idima, idimat-, from Greek, from idiousthai, to make one's own, from idios, own, personal, private; see s(w)e- in Indo-European roots.]
idiomatic, idiomatical | adj
idiomatically | adv
idiomaticalness | n
snippets of organic and inorganic residual matter that is related to the creative ideal
Thursday, 26 July 2012
Tuesday, 24 July 2012
Weathered ChipBoard
The 2 Bears
Sunday, 22 July 2012
Leigh Bowery
This is the portrait of Leigh Bowery painted by Lucian Freud that hangs in the Treacy room at Liverpool Tate. I have the complete works of Freud held within a hard-boxed cover and held together rather substantially within a hradcover case.
I love Freud, I love his style, I love his subjects and I'd just love to have an original hanging right there, just above my fire place..any givers.
I have now made searches on who Bowery is and now am intrigued with the almost innocence of the portraits and his real life persona. Useless Man is a classic and downright filthy and deserves more recognition.

The Tate portrait

Freud and Bowery in the studio

Bowery in costume
I love Freud, I love his style, I love his subjects and I'd just love to have an original hanging right there, just above my fire place..any givers.
I have now made searches on who Bowery is and now am intrigued with the almost innocence of the portraits and his real life persona. Useless Man is a classic and downright filthy and deserves more recognition.

The Tate portrait

Freud and Bowery in the studio

Bowery in costume
unknown buildings
trip to Liverpool



So, I went to Liverpool. The weather was pleasant, warm and unseasonably sunny for the north-west of England.. I wanted to see the Monet, Twombly and Turner show at the Tate but ended up seeing the Rolf Harris thing at the Walker Art Gallery. I went with family so had to accommodate my kin for the day which was nice.
We headed straight to the Tate and seeing that part of the show was downstairs I peaked my head in and so some lovely Twombly and a few Turners but a gallery assistant turned around and ordered me out. My two companions didn't want to see the exhibition and with a heavy heart, we went to see the DLA/Piper Sculpture show which is on two floors.
Marianne Faithfull had the use of one room and Philip Treacy had the others..it was a smorgasboard of Pop Art, Dada and Installation. It was like an encylopediac history of contemporary art brought to life..one word, [outstanding].
photos soon...
We went to the Slave Museum and the Titanic thing at the Maritime Museum soon after and went to the Bluecoat for tea and scones. The Slave Museum is, as you'd expect, was emotional and disturbing. I enjoyed the Maritime bit and had a chuckle at the 'Hello Sailor' exhibit that shows the gay side of the industry..this pretty pink slinky number and silver sequined hi-heels strategically placed on the bed and Barbara Striesand records adoining the wall particularly tickled me.
En route to the new Museum of Liverpool is a often forgotten installation of a World War II house full of furniture and fittings which was a nice diversion..the museum is still not open.
The Bluecoat had a BookSale on and after half hour of rooting I found a 1950's erotic magazine the size of A5 called Spick and which is rather soft-core and not very sexy really, perfect collage material. We bypassed the exhibition here and went straight to the Walker Gallery.
After seeing his shows and now seeing his art, I think Rolf is a capable artist but hasn't developed a real style of his own, every painting is in the style of someone else, Ruebens etal. I just don't feel an attachment to this work, at all..the more I think of it, it's like an A-Level art student copying work from postcards when he should be evolving his own style..
The rest of the Walker was satisfactory and having the John Moores winners on show, topped my day trip of to a T.
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