memoirs, art and fragments by Thomas Milner

You might not believe this but I have little better to do after lunch than to come up here to my atélier that I’ve made for myself in the book-museum, which is situated (open-plan) directly above and separated from/by a waist-high parapet to/from the entrance and reception area.

So I’m obliged to concentrate a fraction of my attention in ignoring the mind-bogglingly uninteresting and unwanted information and opinions often expressed in ringing/rasping tones beneath me (gobby cows).

Another smallish part of my brain is occupied with a new sketch/painting;

A while ago I gave up searching for a new style – this isn’t an Art Course after all; so I curve the curves and colour the colours in my usual self-indulgent fashion.

STAGE 1

There was a teacher, I remember, in the school in Lisbon all those years ago, middle-aged, pleasant and with the forceful delivery of a person born and bred in Dublin.

If she had a fault it was that she was frankly a bit of gossip; she would lure one into a corner of the staffroom and start in a loud whisper with the words: between you, me and the gate-post, dear …

STAGE 2

Tomorrow is the 8th birthday of the Home so the Bishop and other nobs are visiting us plebs for lunch (different food, mind you – reminds me irresistibly of the prefects and masters troughing away at The High Table, raised up on a dais in the Refectory at school).

Eight years, eh – between you, me and the gate-post, dear it looks and feels like rather more …

STAGE 3

Between you, me and the gate-post, dear, I sometimes get sick of living in an Old People’s Home and wish I lived in a Young People’s Home instead.

What a commotion down there!

Mouthy mares!

STAGE 4

Back in my room now and I’m watching the dénoument of Amanda’s trial in Italy – what a result!

I think I’ll name the painting after her.

AMANDA ACQUITTED – PAINTING by THOMAS MILNER

Comments on: "Between you, me and the gatepost, dear" (8)

  1. Wonderful Tom, as ever!

    And a real treat to see the painting evolve. The stages all look so simple when all we have to do is scroll down 🙂

    Christine x

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  2. Doing ok thanks Tom, plodding and that will do 🙂

    Christine

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  3. I really like the evolution of the picture. I guess I really like bright colours – a very unartistic response. A Young People’s Home – oh no, you wouldn’t like that. That’d be like the average youth hostel, full of primping English lasses and drunk lads. What you want is a monastery, they don’t talk a lot there. ?

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  4. I like that you have made an atelier’, and in a book museum, Thomas. (Is a book museum a library where the books do not lend themselves to leaving?) Thank you too for the art evolution. Is the painting finished? I wonder about the little heart/face at the top left that did not evolve. Well, some hearts and faces do stay hidden. Hope all is well! ~ Lily

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    • A book museum is my ironic reference to small collection of books (bought by the meter) which, not only are not read, but never HAVE BEEN READ!
      I am well and hope you are likewise, Lily, Tom

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  5. […] Between you, me and the gatepost, dear. […]

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