Friday, 11 September 2009

TOYS TO DIE FOR

1930 Tin Racing car


Clockwork gunboat and crew


Motorcycle and sidecar



antique tin fort and soldiers,made in Germany.

Thursday, 10 September 2009

For thine eyes only


For every thousand YouTubes there's a good one.

Wednesday, 9 September 2009

On digging holes


CLICK PICTURE TO ENLARGE

My friend Mei

Bet you cant do that...

Tuesday, 8 September 2009

JEAN SABLON


a touch of nostalgia

THE SATURDAY SHOP

In the early sixties I opened the Saturday Shop near the Portobello road antiques market.
we started off selling antique bric a brac but moved on to Victorian curios,toys clocks and oddities or to give it a name,snob junk.
Alongside this we started selling stripped pine, much despised by nearby antique dealers cos it wasn't mahogany etc. But it quickly became fashionable and for a while we did very well as at that time there was only a handful of pine dealers in London and plenty of customers.
After a year or so lots of dealers got into the trade and the competition became great so we decided to try something new,painted furniture as above,also chest of drawers with targets, paisley designs and union jacks all in shocking colours.
Tom Salter of Gear in carnaby street saw these and bought the whole lot for his shop and made quite a splash with them.The union jack sold out within minutes and started a craze of being put on tin trays,cushions,badges and just about anything which could take it.
However we never made much money with the furniture as the young housewife of the sixties preferred to paint them themselves so we moved on. Its nice to think that
we were responsible for some of the sixties pop scene.
My son now runs the Saturday Shop,no longer a shop but now a factory making furniture and kitchens.

Monday, 7 September 2009

ANTIQUES OF THE FUTURE

I nicked this from http://elohssanatahw.blogspot.com/ hope he doesnt shoot me.

FAIRGROUND

Acrylic on board..........Cant remember when (not that it matters)

Sunday, 6 September 2009

GASSED by John Singer Sargent

See Wendy's comments on previous post YouTube.John Singer Sargent.

Welsh hills

Oil on panel 1995 ish

MAX RAABE on Sunday

Saturday, 5 September 2009

VALAIDA SNOW


Valaida Snow Vocalist and trumpet player well up to Louis Armstong's standard.
Fame seemed to have passed her by.

Friday, 4 September 2009

Thursday, 3 September 2009

John Singer Sargent


My old art teacher lauded Sargent. I can see why.

BEACH PAINTING

Oil on board. Not sure when,possibly sometime 70s.

WW2 Sept 3rd 1939


I was seven years old when I heard this broadcast.I remember it well because when I went out into our garden our next door neighbour walked up our path and told me the Germans were going to invade the country and cut our throats.

Wednesday, 2 September 2009

STUDIO


35mm Olympus OM4 scanned neg Corel Painter

COMPUTER ART


Bogdan Prystrom
Bogdan Prystrom lives in a small town in the north of Poland. He is a member of Union of Polish Art Photographers. His work is entirely photo-based and he calls it photomontage. He says that his digital art is an extension of the traditional photographic methods he used earlier in his career. He invariably works in portraits, often of twin subjects. His works have a unique eccentricity and style.

FRUITS OF MY LABOUR

The first foodstuff ever grown by me during my life time except for growing watercress at school when I was about six.so after a couple of months watering etc here are the results.These are being saved for my grandson,others already eaten tasted delicious.
Thanks Philippa for getting me green.

ERR........That's a no no.


Tuesday, 1 September 2009

SORRY....

During WW2 at my prep school a bunch of us were sitting around talking about aeroplanes when some junior snotty nose piped up to tell us that he had seen a plane fly over with no wings.
Nobody likes a liar especially a junior one so he was beaten up. Couple of weeks later one of these to our amazement flew over the playing field during a game of soccer and even hovered overhead for a while,a plane without wings!.
We never did apologise to that snotty junior sprog, a fact that has haunted me ever since.