An icon died today and therefore I’m listening to his music while writing this. Though I never listen to Morricone’s music on purpose, his music has always been part of my life. My parents must have introduced me to the music from Once Upon a Time in the West and ever since then, in my mind, the harmonica is forever associated with Morricone. A little later in life as a young teenager I watched Once Upon a Time in America. I loved the film instantly. It was so much more than any of the films I had seen before. Morricone’s music is an integral part of this film and especially Deborah’s theme evokes nostalgic sentiment when I listen to it. The combination of Leone and Morricone, inimitable. Parts of Morricone’s scores were on my music stand when I played in various orchestras. And I never realised until today that one of the pieces I practiced as a teenager were written by him as well. I would have loved to record myself playing it, but my oboe is unplayable due to long disuse. Therefore you’ll just have to do with a link to Gabriel’s oboe on Spotify. Long live his music.
Filming in the twentieth century came with a limited amount of meters on a film roll. So why not give one of the greatest artists alive an assignment to work within this time limit and film it. This is a perfect example why it makes little sense to put a price on the time one spends on creating stuff. The more skilled you become, the quicker you become with higher quality output.
Someone visited our home recently who wondered about the art on our walls. He admired how much we have. His walls are pretty bare (I know so, because I visited his home a few times) and he told me he only wants to put something up that has meaning. So far he and his wife haven’t come across such objects to hang on the wall other than family photos. It made me realize how lucky I am I grew up surrounded by art. The main reason is that we had a painter in our family. He is called Jan van der Baan and he was married to my mother’s aunt, the sister of my grandfather. Tante Peta and Oom Jan lived in Groningen and every time we visited the city we would ring their doorbell to have a coffee in their apartment close to the Groninger Museum (which Tante Peta had strong opinions about when the first plans were revealed). Oom Jan died when I was still in primary school, but his artwork was always present in our home. Over the years my parents got gifted with pieces and after Tante Peta died the family had to divide the remainders of Jan’s collection of paintings. I got a few pieces as well (there was A LOT still in storage).
One uncle of mine, Oom Jan’s nephew, played in a band. Jan made many paintings of them playing. The most beautiful piece is of course in possession of my uncle. The variation that hangs on my wall seems to be unfinished. The left part looks great, the right part feels off. There is a reason Oom Jan stored it in the basement and never sold it or gave it away. Despite its flaws, I’ve grown to love this painting. It’s big and the colours really brighten up the room. Unconsciously, over the years the Man and I bought furniture and accessories in colours that harmonize with the colours of this painting.
After Tante Peta died, my mother took on a project to take pictures of as many of Oom Jan’s artwork as she could trace. Some of those pictures are still on Flickr. A wonderful overview of the variety of his work.
When I saw photos from Margriet Smulders yesterday, I immediately had to think of Peter’s work on repurposing the flowers he received. There is so much more you can do with flowers than stick them in a vase.
The gallery owner present at Haute Photography told me that the process for creating such a floral wildlife is very complicated. Therefore she is only able to make six to eight new compositions per year. I can imagine it is more complicated than just throwing flowers in water. The picture I took is not representative of the photo’s vivid colour and delicate chaos, but it’s all I can afford.