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So we are off again, driving up the mountains to reach the other side. On the way we pass this brightly decorated art studio near Blackheath. Would you believe when the artist painted it, some people complained in the local paper about the nude.

Musing:
As far from pity, as complaint by Emily Dickinson
"As far from pity, as complaint --
As cool to speech -- as stone --
As numb to Revelation
As if my Trade were Bone --

As far from time -- as History --
As near yourself -- Today --
As Children, to the Rainbow's scarf --
Or Sunset's Yellow play

To eyelids in the Sepulchre --
How dumb the Dancer lies --
While Color's Revelations break --
And blaze -- the Butterflies!"
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  1. UnknownFebruary 3, 2009 at 10:13 AM

    What nude? The figure on the right next to the door? NO!...

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  2. PJFebruary 3, 2009 at 10:24 AM

    A very nice sight on the way to the mountains...no complaining here!

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  3. JulieFebruary 3, 2009 at 10:03 PM

    I had to really search to find here ... based on a renaissance image that escapes me.

    Dickinson can be a bit dense at times: is this about death and the beauty of the hereafter?

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  4. Lucy HollisFebruary 3, 2009 at 10:07 PM

    What an amazing studio! That would get any one's creative juices flowing. When I look at the building I am not even too sure whether to trust the windows or door!

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  5. Joan ElizabethFebruary 3, 2009 at 10:50 PM

    JM, yes the figure next to the door, unless under pressure the artist painted clothes on the offensive nudes.

    Julie, yes I think so. Even though I was unsure of the interpretation I put in in anyway because I liked the surprise of the contrasting pairs.

    Lucy, the windews and door are real but I have always been confused by its odd roofline, even before the buiding was painted.

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