"Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry and narrowmindedness." – Mark Twain
Terry, I never knew. What an incredible story. Thanks for sharing such inspiration. Amazing. I'm in awe. Wow!
What an incredible story. I feel enlightened. ;) Fantastic that you got to see her when she was painted. It looks like there is too much brush now to do it again. Wouldn't it be great if the artist came back for a second rendition? I wonder if she would have been allowed to remain had she been clothed...or winged even.As for landmarks: There is an artesian well in Humble TX. It was on "the road to grandma's". When I was a kid it was just this open pipe that never stopped flowing water. It was on the corner of street in the ditch right in someone's front yard.We had to take a little right turn to make sure we drove by it.Anyway, as I grew up, the city finally capped the well. It still flows but it seems controlled (restricted) now. I always wondered where the water came from. How come it never ran out. :)Have a wonderful day and weekend.
THIS IS JUST GOT US IN STICHES.. WE TOLD MATTHEW YEARS AGO WHEN GROWING UP GEORGE PAINTED IT AND HE TOLD HIS TEACHER UP HERE ON LOPEZ AND WE HAD TO EXPLAIN WE WERE JUST KIDDING MATTHEW.. GEORGE AND I REMEMBER AND JUST HOWLED THROUGH THE WHOLE THING THANKS SO MUCH FOR BRINGING THE BEAT BACK...
Trée, The Pink Lady was one of the most cool things I can remember about growing up in Malibu Canyon. It is still amazing to realize what the artist accomplished: not only having the talent to create such a painting, but also her drive, skill, and ovaries enough to climb up there and just do it! Aggie - In those days - it was still so scandalous to put up anything resembling a nude part of the human body... let alone one in such grand splendor... LOL. I think the artist was too downhearted about the destruction of her work to attempt another such daring public adventure.Thanks for sharing that tidbit of your landmark memory. I love stuff like that: and we all seem to have a few lurking back in our childhood memories. How is Jezik? Or is it Limba? :-DAnne - (would you rather I just addressed you by SC in blogland?)Just asking.That is so funny that you told Matthew that George painted it! WHen you tell a kid something like that, it sticks for life :-D Besides, it is a plausible idea - George has the talent to do that kind of art, doesn't he? Those old memories are so fun. Don't cha miss it down there sometimes?
First, what a fascinating story. I mean, the image is riveting enough--but wow, the background story, how it appeared and disappeared, and all of the incredibly weird elements attached to its appearance/disappearance are equally as riveting. It just goes to show how powerful, how provocative art truly is. It can elicit a wide, wide range of unexpected reactions. You must feel lucky to have seen this image with your own eyes. Secondly, I love your substitution above of "ovaries" for "balls." Thirdly, the photograph of that dessert below is....beautiful. As is the description. Yum.
lkd: Welcome and thanks for the kind words. I do indeed consider myself lucky to have seen The Pink Lady; it is a great memory for me. It still amazes me to think of what the artist actually went through to complete her masterpiece.Have to call em what they are... The dessert is a hit all right... complete with mega-sugar buzz. The fresh fruit is a nice touch, don't you think?
I wrote you a long comment for this post the other day...strange. I think it was also here that I thanked you for the flowers.
Hi Autumn - you did write a lovely long comment - in the post above :-D Thank you so much! Say, Are you home again? So nice to see you - you have been very missed around here :-) The days are growing a bit shorter here - trees just beginning to turn yellow because the nights have been getting a bit more cool. Still summer though - last night was so hot we had the fan running full board as we slept. Lots of love and HUGS xo
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