First things first...
The lovely wee-h of wee-travellings fame gave me the Van Gogh's Ear Award (as created by Roger).
….You may know the story of Vincent Van Gogh a well known artist in history. Although a brilliant painter, in his later years he went quite insane and received the nickname of fou roux ("the redheaded madman"). The most bizarre of Vincent's behavior is when he cut off the lower part of his own left ear lobe, which he wrapped in newspaper and gave to a prostitute named Rachel in the local brothel, asking her to "keep this object carefully. After this he suffered recurrent bouts of mental illness, which led to his suicide July 29, 1890. He was 37 years old. His works of art are priceless…
The point of this award:
We are all artists in our own way, be it art, photography, writing, philosophy, comedy, blogging and we all go a little crazy sometimes. But if you ever feel so crazy to cut off your ear and give it to a prostitute 'Seek Help'!
Always remember you're unique. Just like everyone else….
I'm supposed to pass the award on to other deserving individuals but, to be honest, most of the blogs I love reading have already received it. Being relatively new to this blogging malarky and having gained employment recently, I don't actually have the time to read that many blogs. But suggestions are always welcome...
That's that out of the way. Later I shall be posting an interview that miss wee-h conducted with me. God I bet you can't wait. Well you're going to have to. Because I need food, bath and pyjamas. Rock 'n' Roll baby.
….You may know the story of Vincent Van Gogh a well known artist in history. Although a brilliant painter, in his later years he went quite insane and received the nickname of fou roux ("the redheaded madman"). The most bizarre of Vincent's behavior is when he cut off the lower part of his own left ear lobe, which he wrapped in newspaper and gave to a prostitute named Rachel in the local brothel, asking her to "keep this object carefully. After this he suffered recurrent bouts of mental illness, which led to his suicide July 29, 1890. He was 37 years old. His works of art are priceless…
The point of this award:
We are all artists in our own way, be it art, photography, writing, philosophy, comedy, blogging and we all go a little crazy sometimes. But if you ever feel so crazy to cut off your ear and give it to a prostitute 'Seek Help'!
Always remember you're unique. Just like everyone else….
I'm supposed to pass the award on to other deserving individuals but, to be honest, most of the blogs I love reading have already received it. Being relatively new to this blogging malarky and having gained employment recently, I don't actually have the time to read that many blogs. But suggestions are always welcome...
That's that out of the way. Later I shall be posting an interview that miss wee-h conducted with me. God I bet you can't wait. Well you're going to have to. Because I need food, bath and pyjamas. Rock 'n' Roll baby.
