Las Vegas is a proto-hell. Acres upon acres of slot machines, with a few gaming tables interspersed. Published figures show only 5% of people visit with an intention to gamble, but 87% do. Anyway, two rays of light. One, I just convinced the sports betting bar to devote on of its 30 screens to show the AFL Grand Final. ” Can you imagine what it would be like if you were traveling and couldn’t watch the Superbowl?”That did the trick.( It’s now the next day…poor Swannies) But more importantly I stumbled across a beautifully curated exhibition called ” Painting Women”, at the Bellagio Fine Arts Gallery. Brought down from the wonderful Museum of Fine Arts in Boston it is an answer to often asked question: ” Why aren’t there any great women artists”. It’s all 19th and 20th century, and here selection of favorites.The first is the only one I’ll comment on and is by Marie Laurencin (1883-1956). French,and part of Pablo Picasso’s circle she had a deliberately feminine approach to cubsim incorporating pastel colors and curvilinear forms to oppose what she saw as “the aggressive masculinity ” of cubist painters.
A self portrait by Ellen Day Hale( 1855-1940) American.
Gretchen Woodman Rogers ( 1881-1967) Woman in Fur Hat.
Elizabeth Vaughan Okie Paxton ( 1877-1971) American. The open window.
Doris Lee (1905-1983) American. The Vine#1
and lastly two by the only one of these artists I was familiar with before this,Georgia O’Keeffe, (1887-1986)..the first is End of Barns, the second Red Tree, Yellow Sky.
We are back in Henley after four days in Wales. Caroline made an Alastair Sawday inspired choice of The Storehouse a B&B outside the tiny town of Llanfrydach. Run by the Peter Evans, it is a quintessential country experience. Peter shares the home with his ” girls”, the chooks. He started out naming them all after Hollywood stars, but its seems they are all Marilyn.There are four bedrooms each equally charming, with art and book scattered in equal number. A basket of maps and piles of guide books plus Peter’s formidable local knowledge made the most of our time. I was reduced to asking for a child’s portion for breakfast on the second day. ( see pictured breakfast day one, including black pudding but even then declining the local field mushrooms). So now on to France for a godaughter’s wedding, before beginning filming the pokies documentary in Cambridge early September.From there it is Toronto, Chicago,Boston and Las Vegas, before the Australia filming in October.It is a relief to be away from Australian politics for a while. Warmest, Neil.
This should be end of it. I can assure you Mr Ashton has taken liberties with his description of both the size and placement of the tattoo.
Well, I think what is pasted below is pretty self-explanatory! Better a sore bum than a sore loser.
And here’s the trip to see Yayoi at Broadway Tattoo
Now I’ll always know what time it is. x Neil.