Well I just received an email from an artist that I admire greatly. What they said has made me decide to add another image in the place of the first images. They are still there after the page break. I must warn you that they might disturb you - so please be aware of that, if you continue to the next point.
The image above is from a series I did on windmills last month but never posted. If you look carefully you can see two star gazers watching the stars appear with the coming of the sunset.
First star I've seen tonight;
I wish I may, I wish I might
Get the wish I wish tonight.
A children's rhyme, oft repeated by adults in their prime.
Sincere apologies to those I disturbed with my previous image.
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Well I have been living with Bosch this week.
Apart from learning how to digest a lot of Bratwurst, I have learnt from Bosch that the medievals had a penchant for sticking things in their derriers.
Well perhaps that's not right- perhaps medieval artists had a penchant for drawing things stuck in people's derriers.
Anyway, it all seems strange to me.
Bien, he estado viviendo con Bosch esta semana.Aparte de aprender a digerir una gran cantidad de Bratwurst, he aprendido de Bosch que los medievales tenían una inclinación para pegar las cosas en su derriers.
Bueno, quizás eso no está bien, tal vez medieval artistas tenían una tendencia a dibujar cosas atascado en derriers de las personas.
To me bottoms are like chairs - in that they are meant to be sat upon. That's why they are behind us. If we sat down on our faces for example, then we'd have a lot of trouble seeing what was going on. We'd have to stand up to talk and to eat etc. Life would be just very difficult.
Para mí el fondo son como sillas - que están destinados a ser sentado en. Es por eso que están detrás de nosotros. Si nos sentamos en nuestras caras por ejemplo, entonces tendríamos un montón de problemas para ver lo que estaba pasando. Habría que ponerse de pie para hablar y para comer, etc La vida sería simplemente muy difícil.
And of course we have to consider the utter inelegance of having a miniature Hubble sticking out of one's rear end. And, elegance aside, a telescope jutting out behind oneself is going to make things dreadfully difficult sitting down at dinner - especially for those of us with absoultely no balance. We'd have to hold onto the side of the chair with one hand. And end up pushing the food around our plates with our forks with the other - and possibly onto the floor.
If things really took off we'd have to invent a new kind of dining chair - the telescope bottom dining chair. A chair very tall, like a high chair to get enough clearance, with a small hole in the seat, right in the centre. The edges of the hole would have to be chamfered of course, to help with our telescope aim - especially when we are tired or maybe a litle under the weather....
And what about in crowds, eh?
People with umbrellas are bad enough, but imagine a crowd full of people rushing round at railway station rush hour with things like shiny brass and wood inter planetary telescopes sticking out of their bottoms.
Imagine the carnage! All those little boys with poked eyes, thousands of blind little boys, all just because of the medieval artists' penchant - nay fetish - for having bottom poking things.
Pardon me. I'm off to write a letter to my local MP about this problem. I feel there's still a chance to nip it in the bud.... No I say, lets stand up for ourselves and sit down for dinner. Let's keep our kiddies safe. So say "No". No' to ....
....... err sorry. I get carried away sometimes.
I hope you did not think the title of this piece was funny.
It is of course related to the Illustration Friday prompt "Stargazer."