I've had a lot of discussion recently about what is art and what is crap.
Here's a selection of art from around our wee home, with some comments about the origin and importance to us.
First the hand-embroidered images
|A gift from a Scottish friend living in Spain|
|A piece created by my Beloved during our first winter in Normandale, with no bloody heating.|
|Another piece from my Beloved, don in Silverstream, where we had central heating.|
|A bell-pull from my Mum, who passed away almost 9 years ago.|
|A really lovely piece done by an Auntie of a cousin from Lockerbie|
|My Beloved's first attempt at needlepoint, now used as a fire screen|
All of the remainder is art we bought from all over the word.
|The first piece of real art we bought, from a private exhibition at the Kelvingrove galleries in Glasgow.|
|Bought in Malaysia|
|Not strictly art, but a photo taken of my lovely daughter and myself, taken at Glamis Castle in Tayside, during an open-air classical concert in the pouring rain|
|Somewhere on the Fife coast|
|Ballingry in Fife|
|The first painting my wee boy did at the tender age of 3. I'll never be parted with it.|
|Calligraphic art from Shanghai|
|St. Tana of blessed memory (and an absolutely beautiful Grand Slam)|
|Roof tops of Prague, bought near the Castle|
|Indonesian Batik art fabric, from Singapore|
|Simple poster, bought in Singapore, but very evocative of the Singapore cuisine|
|Wish Ewe Were Here (From m'daughter, and hangs in our bedroom reminding us of |
|A gift from some friends from Aussie|
|A piece we picked up in France|
|From m'son's room.. He really likes coconuts au naturel|
Now this last image is a bit shameful.
It was the first piece of "art" I ever bought.
|Wings of Love|
I bought it (in Tenby in Wales) when I was pissed with some mates in the Army, and they all thought it was crap. But I thought it was fantastic.
I still keep it in a hidden place in the attic, and take it out from time to time, but I've never had it hanging on the walls of any house I've lived in.
My beloved also thinks it's crap.
Such is life.