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cartoon life: A street lamp in Venice

Yes. A damned street lamp. Just an ordinary street lamp. A streetlamp created with a sense of taste and style, and chosen and placed with a sense of  history and context. Just a damned streetlamp. In Venice. Try putting up a colourful sculptural metal tree in our town. 

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cartoon life: Campanile in Venice

I have enough sense to know a campanile tower when I see one, but still enough naive ignorance to not know specicifically what this is. I think this is one of the islands of the dead. I should be so embarrassed if I’m wrong, delighted if I’m right and willing to accept any knowledgable . . . → Read More: cartoon life: Campanile in Venice

cartoon life: S Basilio Harbour, Venice

Some interesting treatment in the buildings. The space isn’t too awful, but the surface of the piece itself is a mix of styles. There is that 3D space from the bottom edge to the horizon played against the flat abstract of the buildings. The sky is not too bad, it’s both flat and roomy. . . . → Read More: cartoon life: S Basilio Harbour, Venice

cartoon life: Across S Basilio harbour

Our last day in Venice,,two days ago now, a fog lay dense across the harbour, as far as we could see, which wasn’t very far into the fog. You can still see a bit of the atmosphere in this sketch.

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mark a rayner | scribblings, squibs & sundry monkey joys: Byron’s Epic Swims: The Alps

To this day, no one has been able to recreate the feat of naiant heroics that Byron managed in the dark fall of 1816. Having finished buggering Percy Bysshe Shelley senseless, Bryon decided to spend the winter in Venice. He … Continue reading →

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