Tally sticks, I read. Incompetent and despised Parliament burned down, and Turner dashed to the river to see it. What could be more beautiful than that? 
Varnishing Day at the Royal Academy, when painters could add finishing touches. Turner came in with a rough draft, and painted this in six hours.
And here are paintings he did on the night:
Clare Flourish 
I love Turner. I couldn’t see the attraction at first, and then the penny dropped.
Here are my three prints:
http://roughseasinthemed.wordpress.com/2012/07/11/art-for-arts-sake/
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Lovely.
I find living with paintings, or copies, helps me relate to them better, and to other paintings. I grow in appreciation. My quibble is that you have photographed the print on the wall, showing the print when glanced at rather than the picture when looked at.
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I don’t claim to be a photographer. I take photos to illustrate my posts, not write text to expand on my photos. Big difference. If I knew how to do it better I would. Your reproduction is gorgeous. I don’t even know how to insert an image into comments. You have the edge on me in more than one respect there my dear.
I’d change the frame these days I suspect, but they are what I did at the time, so there they stay.
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On inserting an image into comments, insert it into a post, then edit the post on Text: simply cut the text describing the image, and paste it into the comment. Though this may depend on your theme: I can do my hearts on Nishita, but not on other people’s blogs, like this:
Instead they come out like this:
♥♥♥
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Thanks, I may or may not try that out. But still, the pic looks very good in the comments 🙂
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If I may interrupt the party for a brief moment, I’ve always thought Turner was an absolute mix of genius and failure … but once the genius was recognized, the failure was acclaimed as well. Overall, yes, I love him … I card from the Museum was a gay boy’s companion through University (I need solemnity after meetings with my tutor, Anil Seal … can’t swear to the spelling of the last name, but I can tell you that we call referred to him as rectal plug. Sometime I shall tell you about Queen Larissa of Lithuania. Ah, Trinity … a fount of … my vocabulary falls short. Sigh 😉
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My father got me into Turner, visiting London as a child we would always go into galleries.
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