Prairie: Photography, Paris, France, Louvre, Art

I had an unnerving dream last night - to be honest, it was a nightmare. I won't tell you what it was about so as to protect the innocent. But I think there should be a law about ex-husbands being allowed to romp through your dream-scape. So let's pretend that I dreamt of Paris instead. I love Paris ! It is, one of the most beautiful cities on the planet Earth. Although I visit several times a year, I frequently take the wrong train or get off too early and then have to walk. But if you must walk - I can't think of a more glorious place to mosey. So what would a Paris dream look like in my strange and wondrous little noggin ? Well .....

I think I could live in the Louvre - after all, there's plenty of room - I'm just an itty-bitty thing and wouldn't take up much space. I tour the Louvre, every time I visit Paris - also the Musee D'Orsay, a lovely old train station which houses beautiful classics of art. I wish I know more about art.

For instance, I can tell you only one true fact about this painting: The lady is NOT directing traffic. I think it has something to do with a genocide of infants. The vogue in art it seems - back in the day - was to dangle the breasts for everyone to see. I do think we women are beautiful - with our curves and bumps.

But always, the puppies are roaming free. Sculptures mesmerize me. I could sit and look at a statue for a very long time. Now this is the highest quality of genuine art. Truly representative of the Masters.

Last time to the Louvre, this exhibition was no longer on display. I think I first saw it back in 2007. The significance of these men holding clocks, has to be something very deep, cosmic and symbolic - Freudian even. If you were to explain it to me - my pea brain would not get it. I like it simply because it's quirky. (smiley face here)

Now I relate to this lady. I sleep exactly like this and look just as angelic and beautiful (including the halo) but I prefer sleeping in a bed. I think perhaps - she's been very naughty - because someone has tied her up and left her in this puddle.

The dream continues and I'm in the heart of it now - everyone's a blur.

For a second there, I thought I knew him.

This photo above, is my favourite. Can you guess why ? If you can guess correctly, I will send you one of my photo cards to where ever you live. In case there are multiple correct answers, I will let my hair stylist, Darren, draw the winner. Good luck !

The first time I saw Winged Victory, I got all choked up and the tears flowed. It was so damned beautiful. Displayed at the top of a very tall stairwell and set atop a majestic plinth - the sight of her caused me to reel and bend with every emotion in my body. I need to take one more look. Breathtaking !

I'm flying back and forth between museums now. But it's my dream so I'm allowed to do that. And we're back to the breasts again !! They are exquisite aren't they ? I meant the "painting" as a whole. Today, some might regard all this nudity as porn. Where are artists that can paint like this, where have they gone to ? Go away Damien Hirst, with your so called art of dead, dissected and stuffed, formaldehyde soaked sharks,sheeps and cows ! You can go stuff yourself and you can keep your rubbish art. What goes around comes around - remember the Blood Heads ? They called that art too. It's all subjective.

Okay - she does not look happy at all. Another one who must've been naughty - hence the hand cuffs. Good golly and tsk, tsk. Looking at her is just like when I watch East Enders - life is good in comparison.

These two look like single parents - maybe we should introduce them. I hope I've not offended any serious art lover(s), reading this posting of Prairie. My attitude is a bit silly tonight. I worship art, as much as I worship "my" cows. I really do love it. In my dream, I'm leaving Paris now and this is what I see as I melt away from my hallucination. I'm lifting away from the Louvre and out to the sidewalks of Paris. Oh la la !