May 20, 2005
I stopped by the Tate Britain to see if the Flea was on display. Not this time. In storage and so near yet so far. Just as well. I might have been tempted to eat it thereby bringing the tattoo to grim semblance of life.
Posted by Ghost of a flea at May 20, 2005 12:21 AM
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Turner has never moved you? Those blazing landscapes, where the energy of the Industrial Revolution burns through like the sky was made of propane? I can appreciate Blake, but I had a life-changing experience at a Turner show at the AGO when I was younger that's probably one of two or three things that made me want to be a photographer - I knew that no painter could do that anymore.
Posted by: rick mcginnis at May 20, 2005 07:26 AM
All I ever needed to hear from Blake was "hours of folly are measured by the clock" to know his greatness. He is the mystic to Burn's realism.
Posted by: Alan at May 20, 2005 08:35 AM