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The last batch.


But really, how can you not love these art re-creations?



Look at that woman!

Having her husband’s head on a platter has simply made her day worth living.



The nose is a little less spectacular, but okay.




Im not sure which is more disturbing, the original or the remake.



Is it me…

Or does that guy look like George Harrison’s Indian guru from the 60’s?



Art imitating life, or life imitating art?

Either way…. that man is slaying it.

And now, the final picture.

Which couldn’t be any more relevant if it tried.


Farnsworth Part 2…..


Continuing our stroll around the museum, we found abstract landscapes…




A necklace challenged woman…




And a large amount of love.




The husband still had that  what the hell am I looking at  puzzled look on his face… and read all the detailed descriptions in hopes of enlightenment.




And speaking of light….




While I’m generally not a fan of realism, the play of light and shadows in this piece were spectacular.




And now?





I found a rock!




As well as a nude on a mushroom.

Bet you’ve never seen that before.




Upstairs we found the Maine gallery.




Which welcomed us with bloody fish guts.

I’d have preferred an apple martini, but whatever.




There were Maine scenes.




Including this melancholy piece of women waiting for their men to return from the sea.




There was an extremely long panoramic of Main Street, Rockland in the 1800’s.




Did you know it’s known as the Lobster Capitol of the World?

You do now.




There was a model ship, which after those amazing examples we’d seen in Virginia…. looked like a 4 year old had built it.




Btw… did you know it’s bad luck to say the word pig on a lobster boat? I’ve known fisherman who won’t even bring a ham sandwich on board…. though no one could ever tell me where that started.




What does this have to do with Maine? Other than the fact it’s made with seashells, I have no idea.

I’ve certainly never seen a lobsterman wear one.




I’ve also never seen one wear that.

For which I am quite thankful…..




Done with the museum, I picked a restaurant on the Camden waterfront.




It had a nice view.




And a tasty Maine sipper.




But the husband wasn’t satisfied with the small lunch menu, so we just had clam chowder….




And wondered when that eagle was going to swoop down and snag a piece of fish.

Though I suggested a few other places to eat, the husband opted for Chinese take out…




Which was disappointing, again. It seems no matter how many places we try, they’re always awful.

My shrimp lo mien? Tasted like soap.

The beef and broccoli? Like they used Alpo for sauce.


A limited afternoon series.


For the next few afternoons I’m going to be my usual helpful self and give you something to do while you’re quarantining yourself at home like a good viral citizen.

Lately the net has been filled with clever and creative ways to occupy your time…. but I’m going to share one from the Getty Museum that really made me smile.

Since visits to their museum have been cancelled for the near future, they challenged their members to re-create their favorite works of art.

Here are some of my favorites:

The original…



The re-creation….



Kudos to this couple.

I don’t know what the hell he put on his head, but damn.

It works.

The original…



The re-creation….



I’m not sure Dali would approve, but I’ll give them an A for effort.

And finally, here’s one that’s better seen by side.


Brilliant, I tell you!

Simply brilliant.

The Lord of Misrule and some happy Christians.


Toward the end of our tour of the Jamestown re-creation settlement, we were startled by a loud noise.



It was the Lord of Misrule and his motley crew.




A study in portraiture, some funky hairdos and a watermelon on wheels.


The portrait gallery was large…. and filled with strange and marvelous things.




Can’t say I’d enjoy having her as a Mother in Law.




They are smiling?




Perhaps the weight of that elaborate hair is pulling their lips down.




Oh my.

They say all babies are cute, but I beg to differ.




This is a girl.




And this is a boy.

No, I haven’t had too many margaritas.

It was explained to me that folk art paintings of little girls have cats… and folk art paintings of little boys have dogs. The hoop is also a boy’s toy, never played with by girls.




Yes, another boy.

Could have fooled me.

There were a few sad paintings, like this one….




Since all the family members in black are dead.

But there’s a chicken, so it’s not all bad.




And while these two portraits aren’t the most skillful, they had the saddest story of all.




Jonathan Bartlett was a black man who chose to portray himself as white…. in a heartbreaking statement of life in his time.




Lightening the mood, there was George again….




And whatever this was –




I can’t even do a Name That Crap because I have no idea…