There I was transported,
Transported by a magnificent painting,
A painting by my favourite artist,
The actual painting.
It was real,
Or was I dreaming?
No it was real!
I looked and was drawn into it,
Such detail,
Such life,
Such beauty.
The more I looked,
The more I saw.
I became part of the image,
And there I was,
I was with my artist,
I was with William Holman Hunt.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Yesterday I went to the Ashmolean Museum in Oxford. I had never been there before but it was one of the oldest items on my Bucket List. It is an amazing place I was blown away by the beauty of the pieces as soon as I went in through the doors. The main draw for me was that it had a gallery of paintings by the Pre-Raphaelytes, my favourite painters including my absolute favourite William Holman Hunt. The painting that I have shown is "A Converted British Family" - I reckon that I could have spent all day looking at this painting and still not seen everything in it. I had a great day and will go back sometime(s). (My favourite painting by WHH is The Scapegoat - I have yet to see that).
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A fine write and pic Gold. Yes, I 've been there a couple of times. Lovely place.
There's St Mary's Church there too - a scary tower to climb if you get vertigo - I do! A couple of other towers there too.
Thank you Orchi, it is a wonderful place.
I also love the PR groups work and this stunning piece is a great example. Strangely imho it breaks a number of compositional rules the main one being the figures on the right and the figure in the distance all lead the eye out of the painting instead of into it towards the focal interest thus splitting the picture in two and yet it doesn't seem to matter - it still works as a whole. I've not been to the Ashmolean and yet I went to Ashmole School in North London - I must make the effort to go there. Next week I will be visiting the Tate Gallery to view the impressionist exhibition - something I'm looking forward to . All this and I'm forgetting to comment on your superb poem - well written Andy.
We are of the same mind, art can take us into realms where normality does not exist. I was talking to one of the Art Gallery Assistants, she also liked the painting but I don't think that she had "Looked" at it, I was pointing out things of which she was unaware.
With all the different items in the Museum I could spend weeks there I think just overwhelmed by the exhibits.
Thanks for your comments Michael - much appreciated.
People just don't look - as an artist, wherever I am, I am looking at my surroundings: tree shapes, architecture, colours and patterns in the landscape and I could go on and on. But when observing others all I see is people looking down, wearing headset (how can you listen to end enjoy music when you cannot give it your full attention?) and totally oblivious of their surroundings. They simply do not look!!
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The Pre-Raphaelytes were the best of the finest for clarity and detail and I too just love W.Holman Hunt - - so pleased you enjoyed the your time with some of his paintings dear friend.
Thank you Fay, it was a great feeling to be so close to his works.
This reads like you were a dry sponge soaking up the beauty of the image you beheld. Life's like that sometimes we are spellbound by the contrast such finery has to the everyday - recharges our batteries
That is a great way of putting it da, thank you very much for that and yes it was a recharge for me.
You are right, Goldie, we can get lost in a beautiful painting, or a beautiful piece of music....or a beautiful woman. Well written, like it!
Thank you Fred, yes we can get lost in many ways, even just sitting and enjoying the silence.
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