Mine is a 1950’s French version, it’s a fab jade green – a bit of of fun really.
Fast forward to the British Museum monday morning (weekend away – yeah).
Note: Our city-breaks follow a pattern of behaviour learnt from my parents: culture in the morning, stopping en route at shops as desired ( ONLY if walking there), 2-3 hours of culture-browsing, followed by decent lunch, Male possibly retires for snooze, female definitely shops, general re-grouping, drinks at 7.30. VERY important to do culture first, as hitting the shops stimulates female blood-lust which cannot be re-directed towards loftier heights.
…Anyway… I wanted to see the Tea-drinking exhibition, inspired by my Baroque post. When we got there I was intrigued by the greek rooms, and glided through, there was my vase in multiple reflections, a Grecian Amphora:
Rhythmic somehow aren’t they? In fact everything was beautiful, elegant and superbly crafted, there’s a lightness to it all, which feels feminine in origin. They deffinitely appreciated feminine form, the amphora’s echo it and I was blown away by the statues of sea nymphs enlivening the entrance to the reconstructed Neried Monument.
There are similar beauties at closer quarters on the gallery floor, here they sway in the breeze.
Still vitally female despite their inability to hold your curious gaze, fluid in their diaphanous layers and somehow unchanged, despite the centuries of wear and (now) sterile location.
The Female Form: Celebrated in Grecian urns down to my 20th century French potter’s vase via the Grand Tour, Josiah Wedgewood and John Keats . I could get inspired.