Bitch on the Blog

February 12, 2014

Mona Lisa

Filed under: Beauty — bitchontheblog @ 10:46

People sometimes mention ratio ‘ears to mouth’. I don’t like that saying. At all at all  Most people I know, not least myself, have plenty to say (quality irrelevant this minute). So I need all the ears I can get to soak it all up. Van Gogh: I don’t understand self mutilation. And that includes anorexia. Why shrink yourself voluntarily?

Amsterdam is good that way. Lots of bikes. Rembrandt’s “Nachtwache” (nightwatch) in the original. I was moved beyond the Earth standing in front of that painting. And, of course, the Van Gogh museum. FOS (father of son) was good that way. I don’t think he was very interested in that what I was [interested in], other than our shared love of fine food and wine. Miss him that way, actually. Anyway, regardless, he always made sure I’d get to see what I wanted to see. So, in the Van Gogh museum he played catch with the Angel – who must have been about two or three – in the two lower and at the time unoccupied floors whilst I indulged myself upstairs. It’s odd, and I can’t get my brain around it: To see an original as opposed to a copy is magical. Magical.  Don’t know why it should be so considering that our eye receives the same image. As I said: Magic. And magic, like witchcraft and the power of forests, cannot be explained. It is what it is: Magic.



  1. You are so right. Being in the presence of the original is a vastly different feeling. It radiates from the eyes right through the body. I’ve been fortunate to have a few of these moments too and I’ll always remember them.

    Comment by reneejohnsonwrites — February 12, 2014 @ 12:58 | Reply

    • Yes, Renee, I imagine your time in Europe must have given you a lot of that pleasure. I remember the first time I went to Paris. And had five minutes on departure (no joke) to find the Mona Lisa. I ran the corridors of the Louvre. Oh did I run. I found her. Gazed at her with my remaining ninety one seconds. I swear she winked at me.

      Which reminds me, and please forgive my ignorance: Does America “do” art? I don’t mean Hockney. And, yes, there is New York.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — February 12, 2014 @ 15:43 | Reply

  2. I think the ratio of ears to mouth story is also not very plausible either. You need to ears to know the direction that a mosquito is from you when it is buzzing around in a dark bedroom.

    Comment by Looney — February 12, 2014 @ 14:07 | Reply

    • Oh, yes, Looney. Mosquitoes. They do have a sense of humour. No sooner do you turn the light on no more quickly will they go quiet. Which, no doubt, is why we were given two eyes. Not that that helps my myopic self. One cruel, yet funny, time when a friend of mine – suffering awful side effects from an injection given to him to protect him from Malaria – found himself doing battle with that buzzing noise. In bed. Inside a mosquito net. In the dark.

      Do you think there is a purpose to mosquitoes? Other than to remind us how lucky we are when they are not around? Like in England.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — February 12, 2014 @ 15:37 | Reply

      • My speculations regarding the purpose of mosquitoes is along the following line. As long as they are about, it is problematic to complain of being alone, ignored, or unloved.

        Comment by Looney — February 13, 2014 @ 02:52 | Reply

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