The Door 1931-1941 Magic Realism Oil on canvas The Art Institute of Chicago, USA
Standing at eight feet tall and three feet wide “The Door” took ten years of painstaking work and was based on a collection of found objects. The painting went on to earn first-place awards at major exhibitions in New York City, Chicago, and Philadelphia in 1941. Albright portrays an ornate door hung with a funereal wreath.
Ivan Albright 1897-1983
Ivan Albright Magic Realism, American Realism Born: 20 February1897, Illinois, USA Nationality: American Died: 18 November 1983, Vermont, USA
Albright was a painter, printmaker, and sculptor best known for his self-portraits, still lifes, and character studies. Considered to be the master of the macabre Albright is often categorized among the Magic Realists due to his techniques and dark subject matter
Sad Lisa Album: Tea for the Tillerman Date: 1970 Genre: Alternative/Indie Artist: Cat Stevens/Yusuf
Cat Stevens/Yusuf
Cat Stevens is a singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist. His style consists of pop, folk, rock, and Islamic music. He converted to Islam in 1977 and, auctioning all his guitars for charity, left his musical career to pursue educational and philanthropic causes in the Muslim community. In 2006, Cat Stevens returned to music releasing his first album in 28 years using the stage name Yusuf as a mononym
BOND Classical Pop Formed: 2000 Nationality: Australian
BOND
BOND is a string quartet formed by music producer Mike Batt and promoter Mel Bush in 2000. The current line-up consists of Tania Davis (first violinist), Eos Counsell (second violin), Elspeth Hanson (viola), and Gay-Yee Westerhoff (cello). Hanson replaced original band member Havlie Ecker 2ho left in 2008 to have a child
Inspired by and written for #Writephoto – thank you, KL
Glimpse – Image by KL Caley
Christmas Tea Form: Flash Fiction
A curious thing happened last Christmas Eve. We had received the invitation a few days before requesting the pleasure of our company at Old Mrs. Templeton’s Christmas Eve tea. Shel had jumped at the chance as an opportunity to meet some of our neighbours. She was right, of course, we had only moved into our cottage a few weeks ago, but it still felt odd to me.
So, there we were just before 3 o’clock, knocking on the door of the old cottage next to the post office. Like every other building in the village, it looked like it was stuck in the 19th century. I noted it was very quiet and thought perhaps we were the first to arrive.
Shel knocked a second and third time. Still, no one answered. “Perhaps they are all in the back parlour – let’s go a look,” she said, “if it is anything like ours you can barely hear the front door in there and if there are people chatting you wouldn’t stand a chance.”
So we followed the gravel path round to the back and peeked in. Through the old net curtains, we could clearly see a table all laid up for Christmas tea. There was nobody, not a single soul in the room. Shel being Shel went to the back door and rapped on the window. Nothing!
“Come on,” I said, “there is no one here. It’s all very odd”
As we walked back past the Post Office shop, Shel decided to pop in and ask if they knew anything.
“My dears,” said the old guy behind the counter, “Ma Templeton died in July.”
“But the table and everything is set for a Christmas tea,” I said.
“It can’t be the house is empty the clearance people removed everything in September.”
On that, we returned to the old cottage and took another look through the back parlour window. No curtains, no furniture, and no Christmas tea to be seen. “How bloody odd,” said Shel
As we danced among the last falling leaves To greet chilling winds and the frosty ground In hanging of holly upon the eaves Awaiting for the Solstice bells to sound As silently the Wheel is turning round The long frosty nights of this wintertide Of stories and songs shared by the fireside The eyes of the sun looking forth to spring To bring new life where another year died But tonight, the Wassail voices will sing
Jezzie G 