Cameron hails Britain in Russia ‘small island’ row.
A Russian official has apparently (according to hacks) insulted Britain by stating the obvious and saying that it is a small island, thereby implying nothing much has ever happened there and perhaps more importantly that Britain has no standing in the world.
Cameron leapt to the defence of Great Britain and praised Britain, saying, “let me be clear – Britain may be a small island but I would challenge anyone to find a country with a prouder history, a bigger heart or a greater resilience.”
“Britain is an island that has helped to clear the European continent of fascism and was resolute in doing that throughout World War II.”
“Britain is an island that helped to abolish slavery, that has invented most of the things worth inventing, including every sport currently played around the world, that still today is responsible for art, literature and music that delights the entire world.
He goes on but in the crazed speech, impassioned, proud even xenophobic, he once again embarrasses himself and Britain with a monumental gaff by referring to ‘One Direction’, a talentless boy band, alongside The Beatles, Shakespeare and Elgar.
Please Dave boy – just shut up – you really don’t have the intellectual capacity or the critical mind needed to debate such matters seriously. Please SHUT UP!
Like Wilfred Owen Henri Regnault died aged just 25, he was killed in battle defending Paris at Buzenval in 1871. I mention Regnault, not because he is a major player in the history of art, although that may change as the popularity of artists waxes and wanes with each generation, but to illustrate his wonderful technique in revealing the type of cloth that the garment that Salomé is wearing is made from. The semi-transparent nature of the material is particularly difficult to render but here so well achieved that his technical skill looks effortless. Just so the skin and the character of the model, even more difficult to pull off but Regnault does that with the accomplished hand and eye of an experienced master, he was a great loss to the world of art, what would he have gone on to paint?
A painting that needs no introduction, I put it alongside Regnault’s ‘Salomé’ to show Dali’s equal skill in rendering cloth, the gown that ‘Gala’ is wearing is beautifully painted. Inspired by the painters of the renaissance such as Raphael and Bellini, Dali searched his entire life to unlock the ‘secret’ techniques of the renaissance painters. He never found them but that didn’t stop him from finding his own answer to the difficult technical problems, constantly faced by painters in the fine-arts.
I first read the war poetry of Wilfred Owen as a child of 12 or so – at the local grammar school. The English teacher was sadly an exception in that place, as Mr. Leach actually took the time to discover the rapidly forming personalities of his pupils. He somehow helped me to understand the message of this poetry, although, at age 12 I can’t have understood what I do now but I certainly ‘felt’ the truth of Owen’s story and it had a profound effect. I remember making a pencil copy of the soldier in my painting, though without the mask and some other details.
‘Dulce Et Decorum Est’ is Wilfred Owen’s most well known poem and not without good reason, for it is a tour de force, graphic and eloquent. Although my painting honouring the memory of Owen isn’t based on Dulce Et Decorum Est, it certainly influences the emotional content, it’s impossible to sidestep the dark content of the poem, its emotional power rises with increasing intensity as the poem reaches its final two lines and leaves you shredded, at least if you’ve not become to inured by 21st century life, to still really feel such things – the images are truly horrific.
Someone asked me the other day if I was obsessed by death, well it certainly has been on my mind lately, due to ill health and other events, I should have answered that beauty is central to everything that I do, that – and hope – and the placement of myself at the centre of each painting. Death is a theme, just as re-birth is, also decrepitude and reconstruction through art. I can see what they were getting at though but I’d hate to be thought of as an artist obsessed with nothing but the finality of death and the end of hope that it brings. Without hope, the daily grind isn’t worth anything.
Once again a politician thinks that the privacy of British people is worth whatever he can get an interested party to pay for it! Jeremy Hunt, (Secretary of State for Health), is to allow access to an N.H.S. patient’s medical records to private companies for £1.00! What a little shit, a man who knows the price of everything but the value of nothing, apparently there is an ‘opt out’ but this is not being publicised. The reason for this gross invasion of privacy is that, the details will help medical research, what it will do is allow access to medical records with no control over how they are used.
What happened to the confidential nature of the Doctor/patient relationship? Hopefully a breach of this relationship will be illegal and Hunt can be challenged in the courts, he can then be sued and his head stuck on a pole alongside quite a few other politicians of a similar slippery nature.
Joking aside, it is time the people of the U.K. began to understand what we have, critically a society where you can speak your mind and where privacy is respected, two of many important rights, fought for and won by the blood, sweat and tears of the intelligentsia, the working class and the trades unions. It is too soon for a revolution in the U.K. most people are too comfortable, (luckily for the politicians) and are generally not cold and hungry – at least not until winter, when old and frail people will once again suffer and die because fuel bills cannot be met.
Before you think this is an incoherent left wing rant, look at the ‘Wiki’ page for Hunt.
Hunt’s Wiki page
A died in the wool member of the ‘old boys club’, a failed entrepreneur, progressing upwards on the basis of ‘it’s not what you know but who you know’ and privilege, an expense cheat, a tax avoider, a man whose judgement is extremely questionable – at least if his comments on the Hillsborough disaster are anything to go by. There is a long list of accusations of conflict of interest, nepotism and privilege surrounding his political career. On the basis that there is no smoke without fire, he’s foremost a man unfit for office – but a man to be trusted with the health records of a nation – you must be joking!