The Old Masters – re-interpreted 72

Ah, there you are. Just in time.
I don’t suppose you’ve taken a serious look at an Old Master painting all week, have you?
That question was directed at the majority of readers, of course; not you other lot who wear berets and smocks, reek of linseed oil and have Chrome Yellow or Burnt Sienna daubed about your person.

I suspect you serious art scholars have taken a quick gander at an Old Master or two during the week, perhaps to bask in the talent, get some inspiration, look at the lighting; that sort of thing. Not, I hope, for the purposes of vandalism.

That is what this page is for. Here we viciously malign and abuse the noble efforts of those artists who have gone before – and who can’t fight back. Today, we vilify Edmund Blair Leighton, but it doesn’t really matter; it’s the thought that counts….

A COVEN OF WITCHES AT THEIR ANNUAL DINNER. It's alright girls. We can go back to the table - I've found the source of the garlic smell.

A COVEN OF WITCHES AT THEIR ANNUAL DINNER OUTING.
It’s alright girls. We can go back to the table – I’ve found the source of the garlic smell.

Title: “Alain Chartier”
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About Freud Fission Chips

Despite the banality of the name, FFC has led an intensely varied life. Grateful for surviving almost three years as a 'troepie' (soldier for non-South African Readers) in the Angolan war, he determined to wring as much out of life as possible. Currently providing Business Analysis services, trading on the stock market and developing web pages to pay the bills, FFC also dabbles in wildlife, landscape and people photography, writing, and far too many interests for his own good. He has also travelled extensively in southern Africa (working on the sound theory that a moving target is more dificult to hit). These peregrinations also include over 1500kms on foot through some of the worlds most spectacular scenery. It hasn't all been plain sailing, beer and skittles, and endless beds of roses... Chief amongst the prerequisites for surviving Africa, with its mind-bending characteristics, is an appropriate sense of humour.... So, for now, he will be recounting the amusing among the annoying, the frustrating wrapped in the funny and extracting the mirth from the melancholy... Oh yes, there might be some alliteration too.
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