The Old Masters – re-interpreted 136

I dare say there may well be a gnashing of teeth and wailing in the streets at the passing of certain musical chaps; but no such outpouring is prevalent here in the Institute. Here in this citadel of silliness, we’re warming up to take on the next dead artist.

We are in the Netherlands today interpreting a work by a bloke about whom little is known. Details of the man’s life and times, as well as those of his family, most of whom appeared unable to escape the smell of linseed and the stain of Burnt Sienna had to be obtained from an associate’s writings and the notes of monasteries for whom he painted.

Jacob Cornelisz van Oostsanen is our man’s name. He knocked this one up for us to misinterpret. Don’t hold back.

Jacob Cornelisz. van Oostsanen Utrecht c 1472-7-before 1533 - There you are sir - 2 pennies - covered by medical aid and so much better than the Specsavers rubbish

One penny – thank you sir. Remember, your purchase is covered by your medial insurance and these are so much better than that SpecSavers rubbish.


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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