Edward Hopper Jo in WyomingEdward Hopper Hills South TruroEdward Hopper High Road
The tiny sun rolled down towards the horizon, towing its lazy daylight behind it. The clouds ahead grew, and became outlined in pink and orange. After a while he could make out the darker blur of land below them, with here and there to direct the horse towards a seaport a little Rimwards of their present course.
There were a few ships at anchor, mostly single-sailed coastal traders. The Empire didn't encourage its subjects to go far away, in case they saw things that might disturb them. For the same reason it had built a wall around the entire country, patrolled by the Heavenly Guard whose main function was to tread heavily on the fingers of any inhabitants who felt they might like to step outside for five minutes for a breath of fresh air.
This didn't happen often, because most of the subjects of the Sun Emperor were quite happy to live inside the lights of a city.Half an hour later he was sure he could see individual buildings. Agatean architecture inclined towards squat pyramids.Binky lost height until his hooves were barely a few feet above the sea. Mort examined the hourglass again, and gently tugged on the reins
Friday, March 13, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Les Vins Blancs
Les Vins BlancsGeorge Stubbs Horse Attacked by a LionSalvador Dali The Land of Milk and Honey
'Your apprentice, master,' said Albert patiently. Tall young lad.'
OF COURSE. WELL, WE'LL SEND HIM.
'Is he ready to go solo, master?' said Albert doubtfully.
Death thought about it. HE CAN DO IT, he said at ast. HE'S KEEN, HE'S QUICK TO LEARN AND, REALLY, e added, PEOPLE CANT EXPECT TO HAVE ME RUNNING AROUND AFTER THEM ALL THE TIME.
Mort stareda Klatchian family of father, mother and half a dozen children of dwindling size. Eight pairs of round eyes were fixed on Mort. A ninth pair belonging to an aged grandparent of indeterminate sex weren't, because their owner had taken advantage of the interruption to get some elbow room at the communal rice bowl, taking the view that a boiled fish in the blankly at the velvet wall hangings a few inches from his eyes.I've walked through a wall, he thought. And that's impossible.He gingerly moved the hangings aside to see if a door was lurking somewhere, but there was nothing but crumbling plaster which had cracked away in places to reveal some dampish but emphatically solid brickwork.He prodded it experimentally. It was quite clear that he wasn't going back out that way.'Well,' he said to the wall. 'What now?'A voice behind him said, 'Um. Excuse please?'He turned around slowly.Grouped around a table in the middle of the room was
'Your apprentice, master,' said Albert patiently. Tall young lad.'
OF COURSE. WELL, WE'LL SEND HIM.
'Is he ready to go solo, master?' said Albert doubtfully.
Death thought about it. HE CAN DO IT, he said at ast. HE'S KEEN, HE'S QUICK TO LEARN AND, REALLY, e added, PEOPLE CANT EXPECT TO HAVE ME RUNNING AROUND AFTER THEM ALL THE TIME.
Mort stareda Klatchian family of father, mother and half a dozen children of dwindling size. Eight pairs of round eyes were fixed on Mort. A ninth pair belonging to an aged grandparent of indeterminate sex weren't, because their owner had taken advantage of the interruption to get some elbow room at the communal rice bowl, taking the view that a boiled fish in the blankly at the velvet wall hangings a few inches from his eyes.I've walked through a wall, he thought. And that's impossible.He gingerly moved the hangings aside to see if a door was lurking somewhere, but there was nothing but crumbling plaster which had cracked away in places to reveal some dampish but emphatically solid brickwork.He prodded it experimentally. It was quite clear that he wasn't going back out that way.'Well,' he said to the wall. 'What now?'A voice behind him said, 'Um. Excuse please?'He turned around slowly.Grouped around a table in the middle of the room was
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Edgar Degas Dancers in Blue
Edgar Degas Dancers in BlueVincent van Gogh Olive groveThomas Kinkade Victorian Christmas
Gods, you don't know how glad I am to hear you say that," said another voice. The silence was suddenly full of babble.
"Are we still where we were?"
"I don't know. Where were we?"
"Here, I think."
"Can you reach out?"
"Not unless I am quite certain about what I'm going to touch, my good man," said the unmistakable voice of Granny Weatherwax.
"Everyone try and reach out," said Cutangle, and choked down a scream as a hand like a warm leather glove closed around his ankle. There was a satisfied little "ook", which managed to convey relief, comfort and the sheer joy of touching a fellow human being or, in this case, anthropoid.
There was a scratch and then a blessed flare of red light as a wizard on the far side of the room lit a cigarette.
"Who did that?"
"Sorry, "Yes."
"Ook."Archchancellor, force of habit." "Smoke all you like, that man." "Thank you, Archchancellor." "I think I can see the outline of the door now," said another voice. "Granny?" "Yes, I can definitely see -" "Esk?" "I'm here, Granny." "Can I smoke too, sir?" "Is the boy with you?"
"I'm here."
"What's happening?"
Gods, you don't know how glad I am to hear you say that," said another voice. The silence was suddenly full of babble.
"Are we still where we were?"
"I don't know. Where were we?"
"Here, I think."
"Can you reach out?"
"Not unless I am quite certain about what I'm going to touch, my good man," said the unmistakable voice of Granny Weatherwax.
"Everyone try and reach out," said Cutangle, and choked down a scream as a hand like a warm leather glove closed around his ankle. There was a satisfied little "ook", which managed to convey relief, comfort and the sheer joy of touching a fellow human being or, in this case, anthropoid.
There was a scratch and then a blessed flare of red light as a wizard on the far side of the room lit a cigarette.
"Who did that?"
"Sorry, "Yes."
"Ook."Archchancellor, force of habit." "Smoke all you like, that man." "Thank you, Archchancellor." "I think I can see the outline of the door now," said another voice. "Granny?" "Yes, I can definitely see -" "Esk?" "I'm here, Granny." "Can I smoke too, sir?" "Is the boy with you?"
"I'm here."
"What's happening?"
Monday, March 9, 2009
Frida Kahlo My Dress Hangs There
Frida Kahlo My Dress Hangs ThereFrida Kahlo Diego and IDouglas Hofmann Model
another attempt to reach Granny and recoiled when green fire roared along her arm and singed her hair.
She looked around wildly for the other wizards, but those who had fled from the effects of the magic were cowering slightly, but then spun back with such force it nearly took the skin off her hands. The chittering inside rose to a crescendo and there was another noise, too, like leather flapping.behind overturned furniture while the occult storm raged over their heads. Esk ran down the length of the hall and out into the dark corridor. Shadows curled around her as she hurried, sobbing, up the steps and along the buzzing corridors towards Simon's narrow room. Something would try to enter the body, Granny had said. Something that would walk and talk like Simon, but would be something else .... A cluster of students were hovering anxiously outside the door. They turned pale faces towards Esk as she darted towards them, and were sufficiently shaken to draw back nervously in the face of her determined progress. "Something's in there," said one of them. "We can't open the door!" They looked at her expectantly. Then one of them said: "You wouldn't have a pass key, by any chance?" Esk grabbed the doorhandle and turned it. It moved
another attempt to reach Granny and recoiled when green fire roared along her arm and singed her hair.
She looked around wildly for the other wizards, but those who had fled from the effects of the magic were cowering slightly, but then spun back with such force it nearly took the skin off her hands. The chittering inside rose to a crescendo and there was another noise, too, like leather flapping.behind overturned furniture while the occult storm raged over their heads. Esk ran down the length of the hall and out into the dark corridor. Shadows curled around her as she hurried, sobbing, up the steps and along the buzzing corridors towards Simon's narrow room. Something would try to enter the body, Granny had said. Something that would walk and talk like Simon, but would be something else .... A cluster of students were hovering anxiously outside the door. They turned pale faces towards Esk as she darted towards them, and were sufficiently shaken to draw back nervously in the face of her determined progress. "Something's in there," said one of them. "We can't open the door!" They looked at her expectantly. Then one of them said: "You wouldn't have a pass key, by any chance?" Esk grabbed the doorhandle and turned it. It moved
jasper johns Target with Four Faces
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That isn't really an answer, Granny," Esk said reproachfully. "Am I or aren't I?"
"Women can't be wizards," said Granny bluntly. "It's agin nature. You might as well have a female blacksmith."
"Actually I've watched dad at work and I don't see why -"
"Look," said Granny hurriedly, "you can't have a female wizard any more than you can have a male witch, because -"
"I've heard of male witches," said Esk meekly.
"Warlocks!"
"I think so."
"I mean there's no male witches, only silly men," said Granny hotly. "If men were witches, they'd be wizards. It's all down to -"she tapped her head "- headology. How your mind works. Men's minds work different from ours, see. it's all solved, isn't it? I can't help but be a witch."
Granny pointed to the staff. Esk shrugged.
"It's just an old stick."Their magic's all numbers and angles and edges and what the stars are doing, as if that really mattered. It's all power. It's all -" Granny paused, and dredged up her favourite word to describe all she despised in wizardry, "- jommetry." "That's all right, then," said Esk, relieved. "I'll stay here and learn witchery." "Ali," said Granny gloomily, "that's all very well for you to say. I don't think it will be as easy as that." "But you said that men can be wizards and women can be witches and it can't be the other way around." "That's right." "Well, then," said Esk triumphantly, "
Granny shook her head. Esk blinked.
"No?"
"No."
"And I can't be a witch?"
That isn't really an answer, Granny," Esk said reproachfully. "Am I or aren't I?"
"Women can't be wizards," said Granny bluntly. "It's agin nature. You might as well have a female blacksmith."
"Actually I've watched dad at work and I don't see why -"
"Look," said Granny hurriedly, "you can't have a female wizard any more than you can have a male witch, because -"
"I've heard of male witches," said Esk meekly.
"Warlocks!"
"I think so."
"I mean there's no male witches, only silly men," said Granny hotly. "If men were witches, they'd be wizards. It's all down to -"she tapped her head "- headology. How your mind works. Men's minds work different from ours, see. it's all solved, isn't it? I can't help but be a witch."
Granny pointed to the staff. Esk shrugged.
"It's just an old stick."Their magic's all numbers and angles and edges and what the stars are doing, as if that really mattered. It's all power. It's all -" Granny paused, and dredged up her favourite word to describe all she despised in wizardry, "- jommetry." "That's all right, then," said Esk, relieved. "I'll stay here and learn witchery." "Ali," said Granny gloomily, "that's all very well for you to say. I don't think it will be as easy as that." "But you said that men can be wizards and women can be witches and it can't be the other way around." "That's right." "Well, then," said Esk triumphantly, "
Granny shook her head. Esk blinked.
"No?"
"No."
"And I can't be a witch?"
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