Fantasy GalleryPosted by Fiona Nevile in Cottage tales | 6 comments
I’ve always been interested in art. Our summers as teenagers were not spent on the beach – but in Paris. Where we spent most of our holiday in galleries. Trips to London would include time spent in The Academy and the National Gallery. When I lived in London I’d regularly visit galleries – The Tate was a particular favourite.
Deep down inside me was a gallery director wanting to get out. Now with the power of the internet I can create a virtual gallery. A collection of works of art from all over the world. Over the past few days I’ve been designing a gallery for the blog. This will take quite a long time to create as I enjoy looking at works of art from the 14th Century to the present day. I also want to write about them too.
I have been assisted by the patient webmaster from the superb art website Easyart. Getting the picture feeds from this site meant writing new code. A lot of head scratching later I have finally finished my first page. So if you’d like a sneak preview of a teeny wall of my gallery click here.
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Great picture above, there is something new every time you look at it. Your link to the gallery seems not to be working though. I love the idea and look forward to seeing more.
Thanks Tamara I’ve updated the link.
we had the pleasure of living in den haag (the hague) for a year and were just around the corner from the escher museum.
i never tired of going or taking visitors.
I love MC Escher. When I was a kid, my older brother had a black light poster of an MC Escher print. It was already pretty trippy but the black light put it over the top!
In any case, it created a life-long fan. I just had an argument with my husband of why Escher was greater than Dali. Escher won.
I love Escher too. We have ‘reptiles’ as a jigsaw which really makes you appreciate how clever he is.
I adore Escher! I went to Art College in Newport, Gwent and was heavily into Modigliani, Turner and van Gogh. Still am in fact. I really should pick up my paint brushes again, perhaps in spring when the world is prettier.