Art for art’s sake (3)

My dear readers are invited to another private viewing, (as Helen kindly referred to my last art post) in the Yorkshire Gallery.

In keeping with my inability to choose any artwork to buy, all of these are gifts.

Let’s start with the Hockney print. ‘Off the wall’. Most appropriate for me I feel.

Off the wall, by David Hockney
Off the wall, by David Hockney

In fact it was actually given to my partner. He was decorating a pensioner’s flat who lived in expensive sheltered accommodation in Newcastle. It was a recommend from another resident, whose flat he had painted.

Anyway, said old dear was tidying out her flat and decided to chuck out the Hockney print. But did Partner want it?

Well, those of you who have read about his skip-scavenging activities will not be surprised to hear that he said yes.

Firstly it went up in our kitchen in Newcastle where its bright cheery aspect in the early morning sunshine never failed to lift my spirits. Even when I was going to work.

Next it made its way to our finca, where one night we heard a resounding crash, and the print was truly ‘off the wall’ due to the cord fraying.

In October last year, I finally got it reframed. After long discussions with my picture framer up the street, we finally agreed that the print would look striking with a black mat (I think that’s what it’s called, ie the background card around the print). But when I collected it, it had morphed into a cream one (which we had previously rejected as too bland and samey). However, when it came to matting it on black, my framer decided it didn’t work. I had to laugh. They could have rung me, it’s not two minutes walk away. But as it looked fine, who cared? Not me.

David Hockney, for anyone who doesn’t know, is a Yorkshire-born artist. Born in Bradford and went to Bradford Grammar School. I mention BGS because it is a well-respected (or was, no idea about now) independent school in the West Riding industrial town of Bradford.

I find Bradford a gloomy place, and obviously so did Hockney, because he spent many years living in California. However, his two main residences are now listed as Bridlington and London.

Bridlington is a spa town in Yorkshire, and this century, Hockney has set up a large studio there, and concentrated on still lifes, landscapes and portraits.

Probably his most famous painting – if you have seen any Hockney work – is ‘ Peter getting out of Nick’s Pool’. This won the John Moore’s Painting Prize at the Walker Art Gallery in Liverpool. Another interesting connection here, (practising my aspirational Freshly Pressed prose here where I try and make tenuous links out of everything), I actually spent some time volunteering at the Walker when I was at university, as at one point I had thought about going into the art world as a career. Anyway, it was boring as hell sorting a load of tiny slides, so I soon lost interest in that. I did like wandering around the gallery though.

Moving onto Bridlington, and other Yorkshire venues, I recently acquired some prints by a talented Yorkshire artist – Gerald Overton – some of them signed, from a good friend. Acquired is probably not the right word, they were a present. How wonderful.

So, I’ve set about framing them, a few at a time, which plays havoc with the hanging, and thereof threatens marital tranquility when I decide I want them moving around.

Some are black and white, and some have been coloured. Some have a faint almost sepia tone to them.

Let’s start with Bridlington where the lovely David resides. I wonder if he has done a painting of Bridlington harbour? Either way, it won’t look like this.

Bridlington Harbour
Bridlington harbour

One of my favourite harbours for years, and my very favourite boat was the Thornwick. I must have been a real pain as a kid, because every time we walked along the pier, I wanted to go out on the Thornwick for a boat trip.

For those of you who haven’t seen it on one of my other blogs (the not-a-photo-blog), here is baby roughseas taking one of her earliest trips along the pier.

Just up the coast from Bridlington is Scarborough. Where I also spent holidays and lived for a few years. Another spa town, and quite a spectacular setting with two beautiful long beaches either side of the harbour, and a castle on the hilltop, where I worked as an archaeologist one late summer/early autumn. There is a photo of Scarborough’s North Beach with the castle on every pic blog.

Scarborough harbour
Scarborough harbour

And the capital of Yorkshire – the city of York. This is Clifford’s Tower, the surviving Norman keep from the castle of York. It is a Grade 1 listed building and currently owned by English Heritage.

Clifford's Tower, York
Clifford’s Tower, York

When my parents retired, they lived a few miles away from York, so it was an easy visit from their new home. I spent many a happy hour wandering around York. And before that? Needless to state, I worked in York as an archaeologist as well, although nothing as exciting as Norman castles, I seemed to spend most of my time discovering Victorian drainpipes. Another potential career that bit the dust.

I grouped these three prints together in the sitting room and above our dark oak wooden dresser/sideboard/whatever it is called. No pix of that, because it looks grey right now, covered in dust. However that does explain the choice of frame. I wanted to pick up on the soft colours and browns. The Scarborough one was done first and by the time I took the other two, there was none of that frame left! Anyway, the second wooden framing is good enough, it is pretty close in style and colour.

Moving back into the bedroom where the Hockney print lives, we have another York print. I like the black mat with this, and I think it picks up the strong black of the twisted tree trunk. In the background, you can see York Minster.

King's Square, York
King’s Square, York

From the capital city of Yorkshire, to the capital city of the East Riding, Beverley. This is a lovely, gentle market town, with plenty of beautiful old buildings. It is also home to the oldest grammar school in the country, founded in 700, Beverley Grammar School.

Travelling through Beverley back from our holidays at the caravan near Bridlington, I was always fascinated to see a couple of dogs before you enter the city. There is/was? a huge grassy area, somewhat like The Stray in Harrogate, on the outside of town. And at the roadside there were always two kennels on either side of the road on the grass, each with a collie-type dog. I never did find out the reason for that.

Back to the minster, which is the subject of the print. It’s one of the largest parish churches in the UK and larger than many English cathedrals. Another Grade 1 listed building. Work began on it in the early 13th century.

It is regarded as being one of the best examples of Perpendicular architecture, and the twin towers of the west front (seen in the print) influenced the design of Westminster Abbey (London).

Beverley Minster
Beverley Minster

And a quirky fact. The minster contains one of the few remaining Frith Stools. Anyone wanting to claim sanctuary from the law would sit in the chair. No idea for how long. It dates from pre-Norman conquest, ie before 1066, and so is Saxon. Bet you can’t claim sanctuary from the law these days by sitting in it.

Underneath Beverley Minster is Whitby Harbour (not literally, only on my wall). No, I haven’t worked there as an archaeologist, although I may have done the odd newspaper story. Can’t remember.

Whitby harbour
Whitby harbour

But, along with Whitby being famous for its Captain Cook links, it is also famous for being the first place where baby roughseas ate her first meal out at the Royal Hotel on the West Cliff. I have no idea how old I was, not very I suspect, and I am sure my mother took along my fork, spoon and pusher set.

As for holidays, no family holidays there, just day trips from Bridlington or Scarborough. But I did stay at the youth hostel with a grumpy warden and I left my jesus sandals behind. As you do. However, grumpy warden turned out to be not-so-grumpy and helpfully sent them back. The youth hostel was next to the abbey. There were a hell of a lot of steps to climb up at 15-years-old after you had been out on the town.

And next to the Hockney print, the final two black and white prints. At the top is Flamborough Head, and underneath is the Bonhomme Richard, an American ship.

A trio. Three Hockney frames, one Hockney print and two Yorkshire artists.
A trio. Three Hockney frames, one Hockney print and two Yorkshire artists.

All the prints in this room have been framed in narrow black, called oddly enough ‘Hockney’. I do like it when coincidences fit nicely together.

I like the dark shading in this print of Flamborough, I think it is very striking. And while I would normally hang a vertical pic above a horizontal one to draw the eye down and anchor the display, it didn’t work that way, so they ended up as above.

Flamborough Head
Flamborough Head

Flamborough is another superlative place, in all senses of the word. Apart from the fact that it is utterly beautiful, it has a few claims to fame. It is a Special Area of Conservation, a local nature reserve and a Site of Special Scientific Interest (SSSI) on grounds of geology and biology. North of the headland, Bempton Cliffs is an RSPB reserve.

It is Britain’s only northern chalk sea cliff, with a larger number and wider range of cave habitats than any other chalk site in Britain.

The 200,000 nesting seabirds include one of only two mainland gannetries in Britain.

Historically, the shooting of seabirds was condemned back in 1868 by Professor Alfred Newton in a speech to the British Association for the Advancement of Science (I used to be a member of their youth club – so to speak – BAYS). The MP for the East Riding, (Sir) Christopher Sykes subsequently introduced the Sea Birds Preservation Act in 1869, the first act to protect wild birds in the UK.

Oh, and Flamborough also has the oldest surviving complete lighthouse in England dating back to 1674.

Danes Dyke is one of the best bits of Flamborough and another favourite childhood spot. It’s a two mile walk down a track with steep cliff sides and lots and lots of pebbles and stones. I’m surprised there are any left, I used to pick up so many on my trips there. It was a long walk back uphill over pebbles to the car at the top of the cliff.

For some reason, the American War of Independence found its way to Flamborough. A more unlikely setting I can’t imagine, but still.

The Battle of Flamborough Head (about which I knew nothing before) took place in 1779 between a pair of Royal Navy frigates and French/American ships.

Bonhomme Richard was built in 1765 as a merchant ship for the French East India Company. She was given to American John Paul Jones by Louis XVI of France in 1779. Pesky French, always having a go at the Brits.

The BR and a few other American ships went off to fight the Brits in the Bay of Biscay but had to return to port for repairs. So next it sailed down the east coast of Britain and bumped into our boys in dark blue.

Happily firing away at BR we were doing quite nicely, but the crafty John Paul Jones managed to lash the ships together, thereby negating the superior firing power of the British Serapis frigate.

Neither boarded the other ship, but when another American ship joined in, the wimpy British captain surrendered at night after four and a half hours of fighting. Honestly! I ask you. Bet Nelson wouldn’t have been impressed with that.

However, despite winning the battle, the Americans lost the ship (although methinks they won the war). Bonhomme Richard sank some 36 hours later around 11am on Saturday morning, 25 September.

She is believed to be off Flamborough Head but attempts to find her have so far failed.

Bonhomme Richard
Bonhomme Richard

Caution: this is not an academic history post by any stretch of the imagination. It is not quite the style I would normally employ to discuss the strategy of the British Royal Navy repulsing uppity insurgent colonialists.

Furthermore, I haven’t cited sources (sauces?!) as I’ve mainly used Wiki.

And if, you didn’t read the previous art for art’s sake posts, here they are:

Art for art’s sake

Art for art’s sake (2)


82 comments on “Art for art’s sake (3)

  1. I know nothing about art (as you are aware) but I know what I like. And it grieves me that I can’t display the bulk of what I have collected. Yours is a collection of love – everything has significance and that is how it should be. Do you have any sculptures? I bought a couple from a woman in Lincoln who did wonderful animals. I have a pair of boxing hares and a fox. The fox only has 3.5 legs thanks to a careless Mrs. Mop. I hardly know Yorkshire – much too far North to venture I’m afraid – but it sounds a smashing place to have grown up. I read about the Uncle Jacks. Very amusing. We had a few aunts and uncles who were family friends and here in HK our daughters’ boyfriends call us aunt and uncle as a mark of respect. Strange custom. For some bizarre reason I thought Hockney was no more. But I confuse him with the chappy who painted cans of beans and soup. Heinz somebody or other. Sielmann perhaps. I don’t think I would recognise a Hockney from a Thick-knee but I could spot a Cartier Bresson a mile off. Good old Henri. Wasn’t a Yorkshireman though I’m afraid. Any post that gets into birds, SSSIs and mentions the RSPB gets my vote so I shall hit the LIKE button and leave others to continue the party.


    • I did think about you more than once. Bashing nails into glass walls to display your pictures, for one. I am told by The Expert, that you can drill holes into glass walls, you need a diamond bit for glass, don’t use a hammer, drill slowly and put masking tape around the point you want to drill. You may need someone professional if you can’t do it. If you want to pay the airfare – I know a little man …
      (and a little woman who does gardens).

      Another option apparently is to use clear two-pack and put hooks into that. Or hang hooks into the ceiling and then put pix on wire down from there (wish I’d never mentioned this to partner now).

      Secondly I thought about you when I was writing about the birds. I tended to know about Flamborough as a nice place to go, without realising how signifcant it was. I did visit Bempton at some point.

      Sadly no-one has ever given us sculptures, although they would need dusting which would be a problem.

      My highlight at being a token auntie was to Dasha (think that was her name) on the Paris/Madrid sleeper. ‘This yo new auntie,’ said the mother as she left the carriage to go buy something from the restaurant. ‘You be good and do what she say.’

      I think I have a Cartier Bresson catalogue thing somewhere from some exhibition I went to in my more pretentious years.

      Thank you for the vote of confianza.


  2. Thanks for the bit about the Battle of Flamborough and the Bonhomme Richard. I’d heard of the Bonhomme Richard, but the battle doesn’t sound familiar at all. Must go look it up.

    My favorites are Scarborough Harbor and Flamborough Head. I must have a thing for water scenes.


    • Well I’d heard of neither BR nor the battle at Flamborough, and I certainly visited there enough.

      So I found it fascinating that the American War of Independence touched the shores of my home county. I didn’t add links because it was just a cursory skip through a few points about each print, all of which had some personal and in some cases interesting historical relevance.

      I didn’t do the prints justice with the photos, but I think the two you have mentioned are two of the strongest in terms of depth. I love the water ones too, but probably because I spent so much time at all of them, and still live by the water.


  3. I know not of the artists of whom you write. But since I have made (mostly) sense of your witing style you have now “grown on me as a writer.” That is an American expression. I will bid ado since I know very little about art and will leave the “high brow” to comment about your art.

    When you write of simpler and more mudane topics perhaps then I will be able to throw my hat in the ring. (another American exxpression). Oh, I think it is you that does not like cliches and worn out and nonsensical expressions. Sorry about that. I’ll think of that the next time I comment.


    • Well, there is a clickable link to Hockney, so you could have a quick browse about him. The artist who created the prints is not internationally famous like Hockney however.

      I did try and cater for my American readers though, given that Hockney spent years in California and still maintains two American homes. Plus I even mentioned the American War of Independence which hardly shows Britain in a good light!

      I don’t think I have mentioned it, but you are right I’m not fond of clichés, unless I use them in fun/satire. Perhaps you have sussed out my writing style too rapidly.

      I thought the art on walls was pretty simple, mundane? it is, at least, of this earthly world.

      But it certainly it isn’t a ‘highbrow’ post, merely sharing the pictures on my walls with people, just as I did with the previous two posts (if you read the links). I own no expensive art, everything has been given to me, and each one has something that is meaningful to me, and that was the point of the post. With a little bit of relevant history thrown in.


  4. That’s quite a collection you have there, roughseas, and particularly interesting to this granddaughter of a Yorkshireman. With our daughter now living in Yorkshire we go there quite often and I’ve spent many happy hours wandering around York and Beverley, where my great-uncle, who was killed in WW1 and has no known grave, is listed in the East Yorks regiment Book of Remembrance in Beverley Minster. I haven’t been to Scarborough or Bridlington since I was a child, but we had a great holiday when our two were teenagers, staying in Robin Hood’s Bay and exploring all the coast around Whitby as well as the North York Moors.

    Gosh, what a lot of memories your lovely print collection has awakened. :-)


    • Thanks Perp. I love to have art on my walls that hold memories or meaning or just something personal really, and both the Hockney and the collection of prints do that.

      How nice your great-uncle is at least remembered somewhere. My uncle died in WW2 and a dutch family looked after his grave. Not sure about WW1 deaths, but no doubt there were some – weren’t there everywhere?

      They give me happy memories too, beautiful places, and so lovely on the eye to look at. Both Partner and I sit happily looking and enjoying our prints.

      Either you have disappeared into obscurity or you are not showing up on my blog follow thing (more than likely) so I need to mosey over.


  5. I really like the matting and frames you have selected.. the harbor prints are very nice..I have so many pieces I inherited from my parents they will probably never get properly hung.
    Thank you for the “gallery trip”..:-)


    • Truth is, I didn’t select any matting! only frames. The small prints came with a surround and the Hockney was taken out of my hands. But I did pick the frames.

      I love to have pictures. I think they work on coloured walls, white walls, papered walls, everything, but they give so much personal touch and interest to a home. To me. ‘Properly hung’ – doesn’t really matter does it? Where and how you like it is fine.

      Have to say I am considering looking at framing my own in future. My partner can cut glass anyway (and everything else) so may have a go at my own framing. That would be good. And cheap.


  6. I’m really surprised the wreck of the Bonhomme Richard hasn’t been located yet…

    My top three favorites out of those art pieces are the “Bridlington Harbour”, “Whitby Harbour”, and the “Bonhomme Richard”. Thanks for sharing!


  7. When I’m feeling highbrow, I read your artwork posts, Rough. I rather like the droopy trees with York Minster in the background. Funny what appeals to different people, and the amount of money for which renowned artwork changes hands never fails to astound me. More understandable than footballers, I suppose.
    I digress. I just popped in to say that I liked your mum’s frock. Reminds me of one my own mum wore when dressed up, which wasn’t often.


    • Haha! A reproduction Hockney and some personal prints of Yorkshire are hardly highbrow. A bit like the two previous posts of art in my finca. Whether it’s copper engravings, an original RA or prints that came free with a Spanish newspaper, they are what I have on the walls.

      I like the strange tree one too, as does Partner. He sits happily in his grandad chair (not that he is one, a grandad not a chair) and says, ‘I really enjoy looking at these prints.’ And that sums it up, to me.

      None of my pictures are worth anything, only to me. I did look up the RA one, and there are loads kicking around worth around £50 a pic. It would cost that to reframe it. I don’t think I will be selling anything in a hurry.

      Ah the frock. One of my very faves. Never mind my mum dressing up in it, I loved to dress up in it. I never did grow into it though! It was a sort of golden beige flower pattern on a creamy/white background. She had a matching stole thing, so goodness knows why she is wearing a silly white cardigan in that pic. A frock to die for I tell you. Well spotted.


  8. I did like the chance of another private viewing….I’m not a Hockney fan, though I have tried a few times at the behest of friends who are. He doesn’t talk to me or I am deaf to him…don’t know which.
    I like what I like, I suppose, and I’m not bothered what others think…or about prices, though someone else must have been…the swine who stole two of my favourites…one of those eighteenth century adverts for cattle…you know, the large horns and huge body with small head…and a early nineteenth century painting on board of a retriever.
    I loved both of them.
    How splendid to be given paintings….that’s a real present!

    John Paul Jones turns up on my side of the country as well when, with an earlier ship – I think the Richard – he tried to kidnap the Earl of Selkirk off the Galloway coast. The Earl not being at home he pinched the family silver….then, several years after all the excitement of the wars, returned it.
    A search for respectability…who knows?


    • I’m the same in terms of what I like. As far as I’m concerned the Hockney could be a kid’s colourful painting, it would be all the same to me. It’s a only a print anyway, one of those things you used to be able to pick up for sixpence or so.

      I think they are great presents too, the trouble is, someone has to have an idea of your taste. Or to ask ‘Would you like..?’ in which case they need to not be offended if you say no! Of course the Hockney was an easier one as she was going to throw it out anyway, and if I hadn’t liked it, we could just have passed it on.

      Interesting about JPJ. As I know nothing about American history, I was fascinated to see that he’d been fighting the war of independece so near to where I spent to many childhood days. At least he didn’t try nicking any silver from tight-fisted Tykes.


  9. Another viewing of the RoughSeas gallery suggests to me you may live far from your geographical roots but they are well in place. The black & white prints remind me of a couple the G.O. has hanging in the TA living room, from Tasmania similarly rendered of historical buildings, which pre-date my habitation of the house. Of course, as they aren’t flowery, colourful or mine, I didn’t include them the collection I posted. I should have. I may have to also expand my art post into a series.
    My colours run true as well, the Hockney print stands out, and also both b&w prints with cathedrals – King’s Square, York and Beverley Minster and beautifully rendered trees.
    It’s the stories, history both personal & actual, and connections that make your collection invaluable and give them a true place in your home.
    You also have wonderful old photos of familiy but also time and place.
    So much entertainment in this post, I was quite diverted from laughing at the text, to clicking onto the artwork images so to admire better, to the babyroughseas link, but your saucy quip at the end stole the show :)


    • I think it’s nice to have prints on your walls that hold meaning, and although I grew up in Yorkshire, partner has lived there too and visited all the places in the prints. I’d be interested in seeing the Tassy ones.

      I actually hung the York and Beverley ones first, which is why they really need slightly changing around as the Whitby one got added later. Partner likes those prints too, he sits happily in his chair gazing at them. And then he looks at coloured ones in the sitting room, and then, back to the black and whites …. hours of pleasure from just looking at them.

      I hadn’t really noticed the trees in the Beverley one as my eye gets drawn to the two towers – which look remarkably similar to the York ones as a matter of interest.

      It wouldn’t make a blog post with just half a dozen prints, so the info about the places is for those who don’t know the area (and that’s most people on here!), and the personal tales are to explain the relevance for me.

      Your mention of babyroughseas pic reminded me to add the Scarborough one further up that I published on everypic of the castle and the north beach (you’ve seen that so no need to go back and click). I think it is often interesting to compare photos and art work of the same place. Not like for like in this case, but still an extra image.

      Saucy quip. Haha!


  10. Thanks for the viewing :) I really enjoyed it! I could so relate to what you said about your husband and the scavenger-part. My former husband …may he R.I.P. …when I had him go to the dumpster to throw stuff away, he sometimes came back with more than he left with :)

    I appreciate your art and also how tastefully hung they are. Very interesting reading too.


    • Thanks Reb. Not much chance of taking things from UK tips, the guys in charge went through the good stuff first. Same happens here in Gib. We took some things from a house we were working on, and the guy was diving in the the back of the Land Rover to take stuff out. Thought there was going to be a fight when we told him he couldn’t have a bike rack!

      I’ve tried to keep everything pretty plain and simple, so that the pictures stand out, rather than the frames, but hopefully the frames complement them.


    • I was pretty landlocked as a kid, living equidistant between England’s west and east coasts, which is why we spent so many holidays at the east coast seaside towns. As did so many people from the area we lived in.

      I can’t really be objective in looking at them, so it’s interesting to hear which ones other people like.


  11. You really should be working for the Yorkshire Tourist Board! Don’t tell everyone about Beverley because too many visitors will spoil it. There has been controversy recently about replacing the cobbles – I don’t know if you saw that.
    Some of Yorkshire is falling into the sea – Whitby looks to be in trouble!
    Hockney has never been a favourite of mine. In the 80s I filled the walls with Impressionist prints from that High Street shop that I’ve forgotten the name of, but they have all gone now and I prefer the simplicity of bare walls!
    I am planning a trip to York soon – I haven’t been for a while – I have been intrigued by the story of Richard III and the conflicting claims of York and Leicester about where he should be buried. Being a Leicester boy I have to agree that their claim to the bones is strongest!


    • Either the YTB or the Gib TB.

      Beverley’s not interesting enough unless you read up about it, or visit it. Used to have a decent hotel restaurant somewhere too. Very nice. No, I hadn’t read about the cobbles, not something that makes the Gib Chron or BBC international news on the tinties. I’ll look it up.

      Some of Yorkshire has always been falling into the sea. We used to visit a caravan site on the cliff top, and every year, the front line of pitches had to move one further back. Luckily the site owner had a LOT of land.

      Was it Athena? I had Impressionist posters too. It was the time when a lot of people seemed to have that picture of a woman rubbing a tennis balls up against her knickers. Very risqué I thought. My idea of risqué as a print of some Roman men in a communal lavatory at Hadrian’s Wall. If I can find the postcard, I’ll scan it in.

      No strong view on RIII. Disinterring people seems like a waste of time and money and somewhat disrespectful. It’s not as though he’s going to know where he’s buried is it? Even if he might have preferred Yorkshire.


      • It was Athena – well done!
        As for Richard III it was rather disrespectful that they didn’t bury him properly in the first place.
        If you don’t care about poor old Richard then you probably won’t know that there are only two statues of him – one in Leicester and the other at Middleham Castle in Wensleydale!
        When we were kids we used to go to a holiday bungalow site in Norfolk which had the same problem – each year there was always one less – luckily for us the one we went to was furthest away from the cliff face.


        • Athena just came to me immediately. Must have been your Greek holiday posts. It was one of those shops that was always a must-visit on a wander around the town, deciding which poster to buy next (except never actually buying any more of course).

          I’ve probably seen the one at Middleham. Nice castle.

          Because it was a touring caravan, it didn’t really matter. We just took whatever pitch was near the cliff top – but not the first line one. It’s a perennial problem up and down the east coast though isn’t it? Although less so in Northumbria, that I’m aware of, from my time living up there. Spurn Point is an interesting one, because that has changed shape so many times with the sea taking from one side and adding to the other.


    • It’s what I’ve been given, which is largely what I like about my art collection (s).

      Both this and the ones on the previous posts at my finca, are just a random collection which is what I like. Totally eclectic.


  12. Someone once said people should unplug their brains and let their eyes explain works of art to them. Brains seem so rigid with what things should look like – it confuses. You have some really nice pieces – we like to use black frames or chrome ones so all the pictures have the frame color in common – and they all seem to go together no matter the style or subject matter. We downsized years ago and have some pictures under the guest bed – we’ve gathered ones we like and hung on to them. RIght now the Winslow Homer prints of tropical shores/boats/storms are up
    I would have grabbed that Off the Wall print, too – it’s just fun and happy. The Flamborough is very cool, too.


    • I actually really like art. Although I got a history degree and wandered endlessly around museums, I enjoyed art galleries as much. And part of my degree was actually studying art anyway as part of my archaeology modules.

      I find it soothing, relaxing, inspiring. I can turn left or right while sitting at my computer and see art. I know the stories behind the works and where they have all come from. Nice.

      On my previous post (I think it was art for art – 2) the Turner prints have a silvery/chrome finish. The prints were such light colours – which is Turner anyway, all about light – that a silvery finish seemed the right frame for them.

      Frames are always a balance between what suits a picture, what suits the furniture and decorating, and what is grouped together. I’ve got some more to frame to go in the finca, but I suspect I need to give them a wooden stain frame. Or do it myself which I quite fancy.

      I love the cheeriness of the Off the wall print too. And although very different the Flamborough one, and BR seem to work well next to it.

      Our current project is restaining doors and frames but that’s for another post. When I get time.


      • I majored in art, too. It’s a little sad people feel art is elitist and they can’t possibly understand it – public schools do that, I think. We used to always matt and frame our art – but I have to admit the framers do some fancy matt edging and double matting/detail work now – too difficult for me.


        • Ha! Your public schools are our state schools yes? Our public schools are extremely private and expensive. But yes, it is a shame that art is regarded as élitist, a luxury, snobbish, etc etc In life we need all forms of art, whether music, film, photography, painting, literature etc Les Beaux Arts I suppose.

          My problem will be sourcing the materials (although not the glass). We’ll see. I may just fund the picture framer anyway.


  13. Great that you can find rm. to hang the art that you have.

    I have piles of art I’ve done, canvasses and new untouched canvasses too. They beckon… I also have some paintings by other artists…in a different city.

    Needless to say, my life is complicated. :) And a whole wad of art supplies in 2 cities. Yes, I’m using some..slowly. When I get inspired after work.

    I do have a plot to give some away as family if they appreciate it!


    • At least I have some walls in Spain and some here in Gib to spread the art around, although there is more in Spain (more walls too!).

      The only thing of ours are a couple of photographs, otherwise everything else has been found, given, inherited etc.

      I’m sure your family will appreciate it, I certainly would. A gift of personal art is a wonderful gift. (I read your construction post but was too tired to comment but will be back over as it was quite fascinating).


  14. Think that framing is key – for major works of art, an Athena print or a couple of postcards, like the two I picked up years ago in Paris, came home and had them framed by a Mr Suttle, who used to have a basement studio just off Clipstone Street, W1. He made them look a million dollars. I still have them. Choose a rubbish frame, and you’re doomed…


    • I try and pick my frames to complement the art and also to blend with furniture and woodwork (ie painting/varnishing). I follow the Keep it Simple principle, and so far I’m happy with the results. When I’m thinking about replying to comments, sometimes I just turn round and look at the prints. Then I’m grounded and can reply.

      The next challenge is the prints to be framed for the finca ….


  15. Such a small world. We often (well before the fuel got stupidly expensive) went to Bridlington or to North Landing, on Flamborough head, for family days out. North landing being a particular favourite due to its remote location, sheltered cove, empty beach and impressive boat launching and recoveries (pulled by an ancient and rusty bulldozer over logs using veg oil and then up a cliff face)

    We also went to visit Scarborough a couple of years back and nearly died of a heart attack walking up the steep hill from the beach to the castle TWICE in one day…..we’d turned up in the morning only to find that the special events for the kids were in the afternoon so had to go back down to the truck, have a picnic lunch then walk back up again.

    BTW Impressive art collection :-)


    • Quite a hike for you to go to Brid or Flamborough. It was 70 miles or so when I was a kid although took ages back then. From the industrial West Riding, all the east coast of Yks was a traditional holiday venue. We invariably bumped into people we knew from back home.

      It is a lovely coastline though. I do hope it hasn’t been too spoiled, although I was never impressed with any changes made to MY Bridlington.

      I suppose it was steep up to the castle. Never really thought about it back then. Or even when I was working there. Mostly when we lived there and took the dogs out, it was a walk through Peasholm and around the north beach. Very nice. When I was walking at the castle, we would sometimes go out at night down to the beach (north bay again) just to watch the huge waves crashing on the shore. Beautiful.

      Thank you, the collection is totally due to the generosity of others.


  16. Memories memories, so many come flooding back when looking at your prints.
    Yorkshire’s coastline resorts were my happy childhood holiday destinations. Having all my grandparents based in Hornsea, I must have explored every nook and cranny of that coastline over the years.
    What interesting information about the Bonhomme Richard, I’d never heard of the Battle of Flamborough Head either, and to think the wreck was lying off the Flamborough coast while I was playing on the beaches!
    Your prints really stand out with the chosen frames on your white walls, excellent choice, along with the fact you have memories of the subject must make them more special.


  17. I am so JEALOUS! :D Amazing pics…I have actually seen these prints or copies thereof. Except for the Hockney Poster…which is beautiful btw.

    I can’t believe that you too loved the Thornton! We practically passed each others paths and have been in the very same places and feel very similarly about them. I will be doing posts on all these places as we visit them again…I’ll have to take my faithful bloggie with me. :)

    Pat doesn’t care for Flamborough and that’s a real struggle for me because it is such a part of me. It’s in my soul. I just feel so drawn to the place. Even when I was in the states…as stated in my poem…I pined for it whenever I was down and sometimes felt like it was calling for me. idk

    Anyway, priceless post…I’ll be coming back to it. :D


    • I doubt you have seen these, they are a personal/private collection, which makes them all the more valuable to me.

      Thornwick. I wanted to go out on it every single day. Not the Yorkshire whatsit or the other one, I loved the Thornwick.

      Pfff, I am older than you so I was differently in those places. Young boy.

      It was Danes Dyke for me, I loved going down that inviting path. So long ago.

      Do post some pix if you visit anew, that would be great.


      • I like the way you chose the Flamborough pic as your header. I recognized it right away. :)


        You’re not that much older than I. ;)

        I too, have special memories of Danes Dyke. Did you do the trail around the forest as well? :)

        I will :)


        • I think I did once or twice, my parents weren’t really into walking and so I never got to go there on my own. No idea why we went actually.

          it worked great as a header didn’t it? :)

          I am so lucky to have been given such beautiful art.

          It’s not just the final product, it’s the thought and meaning behind everything that makes it so special.

          I’m years older than you. Boy.


          • Sometimes it’s hard to place something from childhood.

            Wonderfully. I really like it. :)

            Yes, you are.

            Of course.



          • I’m a bit useless at the moment. Bad dose of tinnitus. Driving me up the wall. Affects balance too. I guess you will understand all that.

            Just reading another blog who posted Rem Losing my religion, which I love. Posted it for me, not sure why as I never had one to lose :D But the song is brill. So now I am totally distracted. When tinns goes I’ll get back to you by email. It’s absolutely thundering right now :(


          • Bloody hell! That’s terrible. Hope you feel better soon. Yes, I get it often…do you get vertigo as well…it’s usually vertigo that sets your balance off. Tinnitus and Vertigo do tend to go hand in hand.

            I absolutely love that song…probably because I can relate so well to it! :)

            No worries, just get better. ;) hugs.


          • Thank you. Yes, I get both. Probably comes of sticking Q Tips in my ear as a kid. (Thanks dad).

            It will pass. I just wish it would be sooner rather than later. I find it hard to think when I can’t hear. I guess you understand that.

            I love the song but for the music rather than any words. I read something that said they didn’t particularly mean anything about the words. Bit of an odd comment. I should probably work out musically why it appeals to me, but too late for that. Pizza and bed.


          • Yes, it comes and goes, and sometimes is worse than others. What is bad is travelling back to Spain on a bright sunny day and going over viaducts with tinnitus and vertigo. I feel like a spinning top.

            Pizza was so-so, the good place wasn’t open. Either that or too busy to answer ‘phone, probably closed I reckon. I tend to just pick the veg off pizzas and leave the cheesy bits for A. Woke up at 7am, thought it was the middle of the night, most disappointed to find it was time to get up.


          • The worst time for me is when I’m ready to go to sleep and it starts. No way I can sleep with a ringing in my ear. The other is when I’m awoken by it.

            Pobrecita. Hope you have a good time in Spain.


          • Could go on for weeks. It’s just quite severe, easier to live with when it’s a light ringing. Short-sighted, half deaf, two wisdom teeth and a few fillings fallen out .. let’s see what other assets do I have? :D


  18. Goodness gracious! Anyway, will have to get back to you later…gotta boogie! (boogie? Am I mad? I’m off to work for crying out loud!) Must be the mornings. :D Catcha later darlin’ and take it easy…we don’t want anything else going wrong. :) A hug for for the ringing?


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