tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post446713446751559218..comments2023-11-01T00:47:40.605+11:00Comments on strange fruit: in which the fish goes to the art gallery againfifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06946945635726214503noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-5341560950217662082009-04-26T18:15:00.000+10:002009-04-26T18:15:00.000+10:00I used to take my children to the Art Gallery in C...I used to take my children to the Art Gallery in Christchurch, often. I would watch them studying the paintings, & see their kindled interest. <br />You were young, but your wisdom had very good foundations.meggiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00061112627819270427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-51719469650036589252009-04-26T01:16:00.000+10:002009-04-26T01:16:00.000+10:00I don't know what I've been doing but I keep leavi...I don't know what I've been doing but I keep leaving comments that just don't want to stick! The last one was terribly witty of course and would have had you in stitches!<br />-Really it was just something along the line of the paragraph containing this <br />he was mute as a result of my perceived indifference and his large ego<br />Actually amused me greatly!Red Hen (dette)https://www.blogger.com/profile/09620943527844246297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-78031977105119845652009-04-25T23:47:00.000+10:002009-04-25T23:47:00.000+10:00Isn't it a lovely discovery, when we grow old enou...Isn't it a lovely discovery, when we grow old enough and wise enough, to realize that we don't need to leave the Girl We Used To Be behind and become "sophisticated." That the GWUTB is the only girl we were ever meant to be! You are one of the lucky ones Fifi, who found out in time what she was meant to do.....and did it.mollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03797484583400519909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-38400579253927564712009-04-25T06:37:00.000+10:002009-04-25T06:37:00.000+10:00I wish the 15 year old me had known the 15 year ol...I wish the 15 year old me had known the 15 year old you.ThirdCathttp://adelaidefromadelaide.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-21280715521369660812009-04-24T16:27:00.000+10:002009-04-24T16:27:00.000+10:00When I first visited London I went to the National...When I first visited London I went to the National Gallery every other week and now I realise I haven't been there for at least a year. Time to remedy this. Lovely post.ganchinghttp://typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-53399165832074512122009-04-24T09:41:00.000+10:002009-04-24T09:41:00.000+10:00What a lovely journey I travel with you , Fifi. I ...What a lovely journey I travel with you , Fifi. I love these words "Life is short, never hold back. If you have something to say, you must say it, for you may never get the chance again." and have actually added them to may daily (handwritten!) Journal in my 'words to live by' pages. Thank youAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-1498317857010917482009-04-23T22:51:00.000+10:002009-04-23T22:51:00.000+10:00Thanks so much for the journey.In my young back-pa...Thanks so much for the journey.In my young back-packing days I loved art so much I chased it around the world, for example Rodin's "The Thinker" was not in Paris along with his other works I admired there, so off to the U.S.A. to Philadelphia to find it!I'd worked and saved like crazy for that trip, particularly to see the Mona Lisa...art is such a wonderful companion to have throughout life. I enjoyed your post.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-65743466402971571252009-04-23T18:53:00.000+10:002009-04-23T18:53:00.000+10:00Oooh I stood outside the gallery just 24 hours ago...Oooh I stood outside the gallery just 24 hours ago. Oh dear! I wish I was still there. Well, not outside the gallery - it would be a bit chilly and dark - but in Sydney.<br /><br />Thanks so much for having us the other day. We all had a fab day. You are very gorgeous, you know!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-19625517182878257982009-04-23T18:06:00.000+10:002009-04-23T18:06:00.000+10:00Beautiful story. I didn't grow up with much art, s...Beautiful story. I didn't grow up with much art, so the galleries of Italy, Paris, and London were a revelation to me. I went to the AGNSW for the first time only recently, but I liked it. It is what it is.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-82780321347024249492009-04-23T13:07:00.000+10:002009-04-23T13:07:00.000+10:00It is interesting how art and literature stay the ...It is interesting how art and literature stay the same but mean such different things depending on where you are in your own life. Thanks for the glimpse of "your" gallery. I have to travel a good distance to see actual original artwork.Leeniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17655189620056032790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-26140651377586770852009-04-23T13:02:00.000+10:002009-04-23T13:02:00.000+10:00Ooh, I want to live in a gallery. Those Barragan h...Ooh, I want to live in a gallery. Those Barragan houses, one of them would do. Lovely photo-essay, Fifi.<br /><br />I like to look at people looking, too. Was quite a way away in the room when my youngest daughter saw her first Van Gogh 'starry night' picture here - it was lovely to watch her take it in.genevievehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02895689949182365454noreply@blogger.com