With a botanical garden, practically in my backyard it would not be long before I decided to walk past the fence. With a roof of trees over my head I walked into the garden. Nice on a sunny day. Surprisingly, I choose to visit as a display of ceramics was layed out throughout the garden. Almost all blue peeking out from between plants and treebark. It almost made me miss out on a few very large fish in a pond.
Blue ceramics are a historically traded by people in this town. So there is a nice historical framework to place the display of ceramics in. Not too far out of the box. It was a few weeks prior to visiting a museum which displayed ceramic art by an originally greek artist named coridou. Who makes the most beautiful and interesting works out of broken ceramic parts.
It proves a good move. After an unhappy experience in my last hometown I feel like this place along a few streams will fit me better. When not the town itself than the art it has to show and share.
With my sight unwavering set on future waves. Oddly conservative choices. This business, his businesses. This Art, her Art. In veins or simply in sight. A follower without a cause. Simply because.
What I have been told. My father the economist. As anyone of his age and background send to study in the (formerly) motherland A.K.A the UK. Think London in the fifties and sixties. Add some advanced university degree in New York and that is that. I set up a business. He did that a couple of times before. I will persevere. Got miles of catching up ahead.
Will run the distance in spite of a mad and seriously bad crowd kind of in my way. The distance run despite of me.
Looking on. Years of watching her paint and draw. Think Georgia O’Keefe for style reference. My mother and her Art. I remember the coal nudes from her course at the Willem deKooning academy. Sculptures have filled up the house now the children are gone. Her art teacher from ‘de haagse school’ was apparently impressed. Judge by this example of her Art below.
Done some drawing. Added some strokes of wine. Find LaurganiQ Art at http://laurganiq.tumblr.com/page/2. The distance run. Ahead from here. A view for 2014. Somebody else’s Art and somebody else’s idea. A matchmaker in between. A little the one. A bit the other. Yet totally LaurganiQ.