16 Sep 2016

Horse Power

Filling a gap after the theft original, perhaps this could do in a pinch...

A replacement piece for my father.

15 Sep 2016

Majuba Dawn

I have been reading Pierre Bertons "Marching as to War".
It is an absolutely great read, that satisfies both my interest in History and in the images of War Art.

The book was released about 15 years ago and probably everyone read it then. After years of too much work and raising kids, I enjoy this book now.
It gives accounts of Canadian military and political involvement in the major world conflicts, starting with the Boer War.
I did not know nearly enough about it, so the details are captivating.
The description of events surrounding the capitulation of the poor Dutch farmers.
The "Dawn of Majuba Day" was one of those mornings he brings up.

Several years ago I had created an impressive in size and appearance reproduction of a painting by Richard Caton Woodwille, Jr, an English painter, known for his battle scenes.

The Boer War was a terrible one, and really not a "Canadian War" and the presence of our armed me (albeit volunteers) was cunningly orchestrated by the press.
The battle ended with the British defeat, but the civilian atrocities were most serious, and as I learned later, almost too hard to mention.

It was Arthur Connan Doyle who passed the message to Chamberlain.
This was a story of Lizzy, a girl of Dutch descent who was dying of starvation in a lazareth managed by the British stuff. Unable to speak English, week and confused by the ravavges of war she was mistreated by doctors and nurseds as nuisance when calling for her mother.
Lizzy died at the age of seven.
The subsequent coverage by the press brought the to focus the civilian cost of the military conflicts.
We learned more of Concentration Camps in subsequent wars.

5 Sep 2016

Irresistable memories

Myott, Staffordshire, and a new old dessert plate
In my grandmother times those items were the indispensible attributes of respectable household - impeccable table linens and table service.
This would be the pride and the status symbol of women.
In Europe, in regions where the destruction of war changed the social rituals most radically those objects became often merely symbolic family reliquia and memorabilia of times gone by.
For my grandmother, a pre-war bride, hardly anything survived the Nazi expulsions of 1940.
Definitely not porcelain.

After the war she had purchased some to mend emotional wounds, the longing for a sense of normalcy. Hers definitely featured Antique Roses
I had seen those lovely service pieces and admired them with a distance.
They, however, were not used for consumption, not in my time definitely, they became props.

I lived my adult life already in Canada, in much more modest, contemporary model of tea or coffee service.
However, I have been given some old pieces of what it not a porcelain, but rather  - ironstone. A successful improvement of fine stoneware by the 19th century Staffordshire potters
This is just a fragment of the "Blue stage".
Appearing amazingly fresh atop pristine white linens (gift of an older friend... Thank you!)

Oh, just last minute find:
Mini tea service, most likely Royal Copenhagen...

27 Aug 2016

New Acquisitions

Frank H. Masson was a prolific English ((1 October 1875 – 24 February 1965) was known for his maritime, shipping and coastal scenery.

Frank H. Mason
This is a beautiful etching, signed, vintage print, quite disadvantaged by improper framing/mating.
Not terriby lot can be done about it, because according to the practice of the past, it is already mounted on board, I can only refit with the fresh pH balanced matting and museum-quality backing board. Clear acrilic instead of dark green-tinge glass will help.

Definitely, the good way of preserving the image itself will be to reproduce it digitally.
I can imagine the Natural-toned Albrech Durer paper by Hahnemulle will be ideal and resembling the original surface.

The details of the image are fascinating,
melancholic and well drawn.
Details  ----->

24 Aug 2016

Current Affairs

Still attached to the old and decaying...
It's been a few years now that I enjoy the presence of those small religious statues. The now reside beside each other, pensively sharing the motherly wisdom, reminiscing on the strange times when one had her neck broken off, another colour peeled off her face...

The delightful virgins, filled with compassion:
Kwannon and Mary.

The lamp on the other hand, also an older aquisition has been adorned with new shade (Ikea!)
Here too, East meets West (will never understand what came out of it.)

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