This is my favourite painting ever:

I saw it, or rather a print of it, when I was young and on an a day trip to the south east coast of Ireland with my family. I wasn't particularly young at the time, but young enough not to know much about art, and it was only when I was doing history of art for my leaving cert. (Second level final exams in Ireland) did I learn its complexities and secrets. Its a sad painting I have always thought and was reminded of it starkly the other night.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror of a function room bar, it reminded me of that oh so famous bar maid, a smile flirted across myself. I got my drink, (the second of three whiskeys) before moving back to my seat to watch all the guests dance and drink and be merry. Except those, of course, like me, who were struggling to enjoy themselves and maybe were but completely incapable of showing it as life was weighing heavily on their chest.
This painting is never far from my thoughts and it has always reminded me to regret everything but be happy nevertheless.
And this is my second favourite:

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