Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Sunday, 2 December 2012
Touching up the arse of Venus
In case you were wondering, this is what I am spending my working hours on at the moment - touching up Venus before she is moved to a more suitable location than the storage room where she now temporarily resides.
She is a life-size, white statuary marble copy of an earlier rendition by Canova, and was made in Firenze sometime in the 19th century. She has obviously been languishing outside in the elements of a garden somewhere in the USA, and so her backside (along with the rest of her) has become a little rough to the touch, and I have been brought in to administer a little light cosmetic surgery. There are more difficult ways to make money.
Here in Bath, we have a more artistic type of graffiti vandal - this one has obviously been trained in the art of calligraphy. The electrics box that the tag has been written on is right next to the main entrance of the municipal Art Gallery as well. That's what I call keeping up standards.
Having changed the concept of a glow-in-the-dark bell sign to one that appears to be solid bronze, I had this 15 foot string of golden LED lights plus transformer (or what is now called a 'driver') left over, and I couldn't resist wiring it up to see what they looked like.
Before I switched it on, H.I. suggested that we use them for Christmas decoration, by hanging them around a mirror or somewhere, in the usual half-hearted way that we try to acknowledge the festivities for the kid's annual visit on Christmas Eve. Trees are not permitted.
When I threw the switch and they burst into life, H.I. suddenly changed her mind and said that she HATED yellow. As someone who spends her entire life either dealing with or thinking about colour, I have come to expect these irrational outbursts from her, but I reminded her that her daughter absolutely LOVES gold, and that Christmas was a time for giving and sharing, and that she should swallow her prejudices just for one night - for the sake of her family. So I think they will be strung up somewhere in our compact but adorable (if under-decorated) city apartment after all.
A quick footnote - In case you wonder why I have not been leaving that many comments on your blogs of late, it is simply because my version of blogger has been getting very cranky recently, and it usually takes about three attempts to post a comment from here, usually having to refresh the page with each comment and often losing the comment completely in the process. After about 20 minutes of this, I give up and stay silent.
Is anyone else having these problems, or is it just me and my machine?