Treasure

Two keys dug out of the ground at the allotment - who knows what chests or hidden doors they might open were we ever to find those too? I was reminded of them on Sunday when I couldn't find the spare bike lock keys and we had to walk to the park instead! Funnily enough, Katie's now going to wear the big one round her neck on Friday as part of her outfit for 'Pirate Day' at school.

More hidden treasure musically: I was reminded of this particular oddity the other day when I was going on about Veronica Falls and their inappropriate goth-tinged genre-clash. A weird and wonderful B-side from gothmeisters themselves, Bauhaus - ladies and gentlemen, I give you goth-dub. (I was impressed to find this on that U-toob - less impressed to find when I forked out for an Amazon download to replace my weirdly-curtailed existing version that that's how the track actually ends. I could have done with another three or four minutes of this easy?)

Last but not least, I finally took Tom Lubbock's 'Great Works' back to the library today - I finished reading it over a week ago but I've kept it around for a while just to look at. Here's a beautifully-written and concise last little potted biography to remember it by:

"Jackson Pollock (1912-1956) was the hero of post-war American art. His myth emphasises the violent boho outsider - and then the celebrity casualty. But his inspiration took work. Emerging from numerous influences, his unprecedented works arrived in the late 40's - the canvases flat on the studio floor, paint dripped and poured on them, 'all-over', in dense and layered webs, done in dances of activity. 'I am nature,' he said. His achievement was to make human artefacts that have the fascination of natural phenomena. It lasted a few years. He got too drunk to paint at all, and fatally crashed his car. Briefly he had been visited."