I have recently been shocked, tazed, stunned, practically traumatized with a quite undeserved tribute. Cindy has nominated me for The Versatile Blogger Award, and my poor, dim head is dazzled. Thank you for considering me, my dear, but…oh dear!
Now, as I’ve been told when I’ve asked for an opinion of a dress I’m wearing: there are laws:
• Thank the person who honoured you and print a link to their blog. This has been done, and most happily so.
• Tell 7 random facts about yourself. I will, and I don’t think they could be anything else but random. They’re running around like ducklings looking for their mother, even as I write.
• Pass the award to 15 new-found bloggers. Here’s the thing. I’m fairly new to WordPress – haven’t been here for even a year; and I’m slow to make new acquaintances. Most of the people on my Blogroll are taken from the mass exodus from Vox. These are old friends. My Blogroll, contains 8 new bloggers…and they will receive the nomination. I’ll admit that we sort of circulate in the same circles, so many of these people will probably receive their second or even third nomination, but it looks pretty, right?
• Contact each blogger who receives this nomination. No. I’d like to keep it a secret.
• Let the giver of the award know whether you accept it or not. Hell’s bells, I’ll grab anything I can get my bloggy hands on!
Aubrey’s Random Facts:
I would sell my soul for a pint of Canter’s potato salad.
When I still had the time and money, I went to England on a yearly basis. I always made sure that my visits included castles…intimidating and elegant, standing like grande dames guarding the family’s acreages. I’d put my hands to the cold, dark walls and feel the life trapped inside – the remaining spirits that have not evaporated with the centuries.
I started reading history in college – it was just an afterthought, I felt it would help me with my Art History classes. I can’t recall if it did or not, as this was before the Punic Wars, and memory fails me. However – I have been reading history ever since. There was strangeness then, beauty, sickness, danger, grace, intelligence, intolerance – in degrees that I shall never know. I am strangely fascinated by distance.
As for Art History…it sort of absorbed into my bones. What it taught me was not to be afraid to voice my opinion on any object of art. And believe me, I am not. I know what to look for, and I recognize it when it’s not there. When I say that Renoir sketched his figures with spines like jellyfish, you can take it as a fact.
I have over 200 framed photographs hanging in my apartment.
Aubrey Beardsley is my favourite artist, writer, bon vivant. When I was first studying a book of his drawings, I was so moved that I had to close the book – to catch my breath, and gain my composure. All that magnificence in such a tiny (barely 26 years) life.
I’m always delighted when I see the moon – piercing an early twilight, or following me on a dark evening. It is the beauty that dares the dark, the distant clasp of jewellery glittering from night’s collar. It lends itself well to any story, any myth – and turns any allegory into truth. I see the moon and realize that anything is possible.
OK, I’ve had time to set the table, the Veuve Clicquot is chilled…it’s time to announce our nominees!
Antiphons Garden – I visit this garden for brief, thrilling poetry, for daring perceptions and…yes, intelligence. And when the Garden visits the Café, I am guaranteed more thoughtful commentary than I think my poor posts deserve.
Barbara Rodgers loves the sea and the moon. Right now, she has posted a J.W. Waterhouse painting of a cream-gowned maiden gazing toward the green ocean. There is art and romance in her blog – be prepared to get wonderfully lost.
Flandrum Hill – Art and nature embrace on this hill. Flandrum Hill is in Nova Scotia – there is life and beauty here, and in both words and photographs they are delightfully captured. It is green and cool here, and there is always time for a walk.
Julian Hoffman – Observations and art from Greece: which means that there are colors, skies and history here which are hard to equal. His words are as graceful as his photographs.
Paikea – Clever. Funny. And it was from here that I learned that Jennifer Garner is going to be the new Miss Marple! We are equally disgusted. Oh, and we are both fans of the updated ‘Sherlock’. You should be, too.
Shore Acres – A blog of stories; sweet and delicate. They can begin with two or three ideas circling each other, only to eventually dovetail into an ending that is faultless and charming. There is great care taken here, and it shows in the smooth perfection of each post.
The Rag Tree – Words; pictures; poetry. There is a deep love of language here – there is an experimentation with understanding of speech that is inspiring. Art and words flatter each other – in a world of beauty and culture, this Tree climbs high, indeed.
This Writing Life – Not surprisingly, this is a blog about writers, writing, the process of writing, the results of having written. If it had an image, it would be a towering library of warm wood, its shelves filled to the ceiling with books. This is a place of art and talent, and what you’re prepared to do about it.
I know that this has all the earmarks of a chain-letter, but rest assured that it is more than that: it is merely a convenient way for people to express their admiration for their fellow creatives. Further, in accepting this award, you earn the right to continue this chain of esteem and to paste this award on your own blog.
OK. Drink up, everyone.