Posts Tagged ‘Liverpool’

Despite what this blog might suggest, I do actually take part in tourist activities that have nothing to do with grocery stores and food. And seeing as food is currently nothing more to me than bland sustenance (fie on you cold! Fie!), it seems fitting to share some of the museum-related sights that have moved me to… well, that have moved me in some way. 

(You know what else has moved me? You lovely people. Thank you so much for your get-well wishes over the past few days. You have no idea how much your comments have meant to me, for being sick made me feel less like a solo traveller than a lonely traveller. I am now in Berlin, and this afternoon experienced a moment of being able to smell cigarette smoke, without even having to stalk anyone. There may be hope for delicious German cake yet.) 

Now, the art and its paraphernalia!

Mirror case, ivory, Walker Art Gallery

Mirror case, Walker Art Gallery, Liverpool.

I took this photo because I was so excited to see something that wasn’t a religious scene. Don’t get me wrong; there’s nothing wrong with depictions of the life of Christ, and many were fascinating and all that good stuff… It’s just that sometimes a girl likes to see two lovers being serenaded while embracing in a boat, rather than a lot of men hanging around with looks of gravitas upon their bearded faces. 

Walker Art Gallery

Informative card thingamajig describing the painting of "Christ discovered in the temple". Walker Art Gallery, Liverpool.

Three words: 

Best. Excuse. Ever. 

"Maternal Affection", by Edward Hodges Baily, dated 1837

"Maternal Affection", by Edward Hodges Baily, dated 1837. Victoria and Albert Museum, London.

I just love this. I really, really do. Lacking an art history background, I don’t have the words in me to describe this, except to say that it truly shows the bond (“affection”) between parent and child. (Oooh, see what I did there with the PC-replacement of “mother” with “parent”?) 

In fact, let’s look at it again, closer up… 

"Maternal Affection", by Edward Hodges Baily, dated 1837


Yep. Now, from the sublime to the ridiculous (in terms of my reaction, not the artist’s work itself…) 

Icons in Transformation artwork, Liverpool Cathedral

An installation from Ludmila Pawlowska's exhibition "Icons in Transformation". Liverpool Cathedral, Liverpool.

I’m not sure what Freud would have made of this particular piece, what with the faces on the …spear… and all, but we could probably (oh, so many jokes I can’t let myself make… well, just one) take a whack at it. 

"Helen of Troy" by Frederick Sandys, Walker Art Gallery, Liverpool

Guys! Guys!

Guess who this is! Guess! *giggles* Oh, I love art and its ability to highlight the diversity of ideals of beauty throughout history. This is Helen of Troy. You know, the face that launched a thousand ships? Super beautiful and all that? 

Dear dear deario, she looks like a petulant teenager who’s just been banned from facebook for, like, omigod, like, two days, omigod worst parents EVER. Frederick Sandys, Mr. Artist Man, I don’t know what you and your Victorian friends would make of Jennifer Garner, or Ginnifer Goodwin, or Emma Lung (when brunette), but methinks you would not find them quite as attractive as I do… 

Whole Foods, Kensington, London

Now this, friends, is my kind of art.


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Hello there! I have been having (what we call back in the home country) a time of it. These photos are from Liverpool about two weeks back, where I first thought I felt the inklings of a cold.

It's the Thoroughbred of Sin! (My love to anyone who gets the reference. Also, it's actually Queen Victoria. But that's nowhere near as exciting.)

Just inklings, but nothing to worry about… or so I thought. I pottered along, then made my way to Oxford whereupon the inklings developed into a rather painful throat and a lost voice. Consequently, I had to cancel my planned rendezvous back in London with H.CarryOn and S.FondueLawyer to instead book a B&B in Gatwick, so that I could fly easily and without stress to Munich from Gatwick Airport (yesterday).

As we like to shout at each other in the wayfaringchocolate household whenever the opportunity arises: PUT SOME PANTS ON! (Seriously, it was so cold, and raining. Hardly setting a good example for his grandson, is he? Unless the example is, you know, pneumonia.)

Yesterday came and, still lacking a voice, I made my way to the airport, where my flight was many hours delayed.

Dear England, thank you for your concern for my private rounded resting cushion.

But that wasn’t the issue. Friends, a word of advice about air travel when you have a cold: don’t do it. Just don’t. Ears hurt lots and lotsy on the descent. However, I was glad that this pain lasted only half an hour.

Or so I thought. Fool.

Cue getting to the hostel in Munich; cue sudden loss of hearing; cue feelings of head-in-vice and drills-in-ears and mind-in-inwards-melting. Not. Fun.

Icons in Transformation, Liverpool Cathedral

Oh my, this actually expresses the way I felt last night. Art, you complete me. (From the Icons in Transformation exhibition at the Liverpool Cathedral.)

I did learn one valuable thing though: I have been fearing lately that my attention span is becoming speck-like (not the bacon kind), but I’m pleased to announce that I managed to spend four hours in bed concentrating on every minute sensation in my ear drums. Now that’s fun!

I did manage four hours of sleep, and quite enjoyed my subsequent (to)day in Munich (details to come).

Until the worst thing of all happened:

I lost my sense of taste.

And discovered this upon getting myself pleasantly settled down to try one of my gladdifying new chocolates from a little German deli.

Readers, it’s been (as we say in the home country) tough. But we shall endure.

And now I only have the memory of your flavour, supermarket mass-produced banoffee pie.

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