Art

I generally don't get art. I cannot see the beauty in Jackson Pollock's blobs of coloured paint on a canvas - my kids are talented enough to do that! But there is something really special about art from the heart.

A lovely friend painted "Four Seasons" which I find really special. I am partial to swirls and find that I doodle in curly patterns.  I love the Aboriginal influence and the vibrant colours. I love that each season has a touch of blue - no season is free from sad thoughts - but that the blue quadrant is alive and not at all depressing. The transitioning and blending of colours is what I find really striking; there is so much flow it is like it is a static image of movement.

A relative of a friend painted this mural and I love it. I am partial to yellow and I love the contrast with the "architecture" in the background and the blandness of the path in the foreground. I love the splash of colour and life in an otherwise drab and dull suburbia. I love the spontaneity and cheekiness of it. I don't see it as vandalism (whereas tagging totally is).

I love graffiti art - tagging is nothing but there's something about street art that really appeals to me.  If I had a brick wall I would encourage someone to decorate it in this fashion for me. Hell, if I had the money, I would even pay them to do so.

When I have a bar I would like to have someone decorate a wall of it on a regular basis so the vista always changes.