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What happens if you turn up at a GSP hub with a parcel? Can it be dropped off? Or do they only allow lorries (trucks) to deliver.
‘cos the UK hub’s about an hour’s drive away, in a desolate industrial park on the outskirts of Lichfield.
Henry Darger- Vivian Girls- Outsider Art.
Paula Rego- Vivian Girls- Not Outsider Art.Don’t know. I get to see probably 30 to 50 “works of art” every week at Arthur Johnson’s in Nottingham, and although I see plenty of crap art I can’t remember seeing anything I’d class as “outsider art”. So maybe there’s a matrix- on one dimension “wackiness”, on another “closeness to the art establishment”. If your art’s really wacky and the art establishment think you’ve got communicable skin diseases, then you’re an outsider artist.
The writing on the left is (I think) Hirigana, with Kanji in the brackets, Kanji on the right and the big characters aren’t Manchu (which is what I thought it was). Top character in the brackets is “year”.
Ah, right, I was wrong about the “hoods”. I was thinking, French horses, ooh la la!, only one thing on their mind, have to wear hoods to stop them bolting if they see a filly in the distance 🙂
Worth checking exactly what the buyer is being charged. I’ve moved over to a mix of GSP and “roll your own” after some buyers were charged ridiculous amounts, like 20 GBP for one magazine from UK to Canada. For example, got some single coins listed at auction starting at 1 GBP; the GSP shipping was £15, whereas Royal Mail signed-for was £9.50.
I gather paintings with lots of dirt and grime do much better at auction than the same paintings cleaned up! (Bendor Grosvenor’s “arthistorynews” blog) That’s a really nice painting- the horses drawing the bus are wearing hoods, which seems to me a kind of “actualité” that no forger would think to put in.
There’s an obituary online for his wife, who was a Republican mayor at one time (she died circa 2000- haven’t got the link on this computer). Gives some details of his career- overseas postings.
The cartoon of the parade is nice- reminds me of one a friend got when she retired (as a scientist working for British Gas!)
I did check the acronym “XOXL” which appears on some of the contributions; it turns up as the source of some papers published in “Air University Review”. Telephone directory of 2005 for Maxwell AFB, Alabama, gives “XOXL” as “Logistics Support Branch” and XOX as “Deputy Director”
and “Assistant Chief, Plans & Operations” in the “Plans & Operations Directorate”. Nothing on XOC etc.Note that although everybody else wrote in pen, Bill Cassidy wrote his in crayon. This suggests:
a) He’s not allowed sharp objects- or
b) He’s a Marine, and used what he was eating to write- or
c) He was handed it in an airplane cockpit, and used a grease pencilOnly word that springs to mind regarding the type of object is “enconium”. There’s various synonyms that might be more appropriate.
You say “broken tiles”, I say “¡Trencadís!”. The only pottery you can ship without bothering to pack it properly 🙂
I did once buy something whilst a chiseller was standing there with it in his hands, trying to chisel 50 pence off the price. I took it out of his hands- he cried out “Right! I’m going to sue you for tortious interference with contract expectancy!” “Wrong continent mate- that’s the land of the free, this is the land of the eff off and get out of the way.”
If someone’s standing there for a couple of minutes trying to get a few dollars off, that’s two minutes they could have spent browsing elsewhere. I view this kind of picker as inefficient and greedy.
“Wrung-necked Chicken-bird”? “ill-fortuned Joe Btfspld”? Was the reporter Don van Vliet’s brother, Wilbur?
That china dog that ornaments the bedroom of my furnished lodgings. It is a white dog. Its eyes blue. Its nose is a delicate red, with spots. Its head is painfully erect, its expression is amiability carried to verge of imbecility. I do not admire it myself. Considered as a work of art, I may say it irritates me. Thoughtless friends jeer at it, and even my landlady herself has no admiration for it, and excuses its presence by the circumstance that her aunt gave it to her.
But in 200 years’ time it is more than probable that that dog will be dug up from somewhere or other, minus its legs, and with its tail broken, and will be sold for old china, and put in a glass cabinet. And people will pass it round, and admire it. They will be struck by the wonderful depth of the colour on the nose, and speculate as to how beautiful the bit of the tail that is lost no doubt was.
We, in this age, do not see the beauty of that dog. We are too familiar with it. It is like the sunset and the stars: we are not awed by their loveliness because they are common to our eyes. So it is with that china dog. In 2288 people will gush over it. The making of such dogs will have become a lost art. Our descendants will wonder how we did it, and say how clever we were. We shall be referred to lovingly as “those grand old artists that flourished in the nineteenth century, and produced those china dogs.”
from Three Men In A Boat published 1889. JKJ’s describing the Staffordshire pottery dogs that were desirable antiques back in the ’70s (the 1970s). You can get them cheap now, if you want to make a long-term investment cough.
Them’s egg cups. They’re used for soft-boiled eggs.
Collected a load of different ones for a display last Easter, together with decorative eggs to put in them. Eggs sold, cups didn’t- no-one uses them any more.
