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16 December 2008 @ 07:39 am
Reece Mews: The Studio of Francis Bacon
Photographs of Reece Mews by Perry Ogden

For thirty years Francis Bacon lived worked in Reece Mews, a former coach house located in a Victorian mews in the London borough of South Kensington. It was here he produced many of his greatest paintings. Years, after his death the studio remained uninhabited and untouched exactly as he had left it.

The flat was very simple. On the ground floor, were what used to be the stables, which had in recent times been used for storage. Upstairs, which was where he lived, was accessed by a very steeply inclined wooden staircase - rather like an Amsterdam house staircase - and you had to negotiate those stairs with the help of a rather greasy, thick rope, taking the role of a banister, up the side.

When you reached the top, you were on a little landing. The landing had a toilet and a kitchen. The kitchen also had a bath in it. So it was a kitchen-bathroom. And if it was cold, Francis would light the gas oven and leave the door open, so that having a bath wouldn't be too unpleasant. Even when he was at the very height of his celebrity and wealth, this was the pattern.

To the left of that, was a bedroom, with a table and chairs and a sofa, and his few books. Very simple; it reminded me of the kind of way that an ex-soldier, or a former prisoner might live. Simple, modest, very unassuming, very focused. Then, you crossed the landing, and there was this tiny but dense and intense room, with a window at either end and a skylight where he painted. And there was just enough room in the center of this topography of chaos for him to stand and paint the canvases. And that seemed to work for him very well. It was a very efficient little room for working in.

Brian Clarke 2006





Reece Mews: The Studio of Francis Bacon
Photographs of Reece Mews by Perry Ogden

For thirty years Francis Bacon lived worked in Reece Mews, a former coach house located in a Victorian mews in the London borough of South Kensington. It was here he produced many of his greatest paintings. Years, after his death the studio remained uninhabited and untouched exactly as he had left it.

The flat was very simple. On the ground floor, were what used to be the stables, which had in recent times been used for storage. Upstairs, which was where he lived, was accessed by a very steeply inclined wooden staircase - rather like an Amsterdam house staircase - and you had to negotiate those stairs with the help of a rather greasy, thick rope, taking the role of a banister, up the side.

When you reached the top, you were on a little landing. The landing had a toilet and a kitchen. The kitchen also had a bath in it. So it was a kitchen-bathroom. And if it was cold, Francis would light the gas oven and leave the door open, so that having a bath wouldn't be too unpleasant. Even when he was at the very height of his celebrity and wealth, this was the pattern.

To the left of that, was a bedroom, with a table and chairs and a sofa, and his few books. Very simple; it reminded me of the kind of way that an ex-soldier, or a former prisoner might live. Simple, modest, very unassuming, very focused. Then, you crossed the landing, and there was this tiny but dense and intense room, with a window at either end and a skylight where he painted. And there was just enough room in the center of this topography of chaos for him to stand and paint the canvases. And that seemed to work for him very well. It was a very efficient little room for working in.

Brian Clarke 2006



Reece Mews: The Studio of Francis Bacon
Photographs of Reece Mews by Perry Ogden

For thirty years Francis Bacon lived worked in Reece Mews, a former coach house located in a Victorian mews in the London borough of South Kensington. It was here he produced many of his greatest paintings. Years, after his death the studio remained uninhabited and untouched exactly as he had left it.

The flat was very simple. On the ground floor, were what used to be the stables, which had in recent times been used for storage. Upstairs, which was where he lived, was accessed by a very steeply inclined wooden staircase - rather like an Amsterdam house staircase - and you had to negotiate those stairs with the help of a rather greasy, thick rope, taking the role of a banister, up the side.

When you reached the top, you were on a little landing. The landing had a toilet and a kitchen. The kitchen also had a bath in it. So it was a kitchen-bathroom. And if it was cold, Francis would light the gas oven and leave the door open, so that having a bath wouldn't be too unpleasant. Even when he was at the very height of his celebrity and wealth, this was the pattern.

To the left of that, was a bedroom, with a table and chairs and a sofa, and his few books. Very simple; it reminded me of the kind of way that an ex-soldier, or a former prisoner might live. Simple, modest, very unassuming, very focused. Then, you crossed the landing, and there was this tiny but dense and intense room, with a window at either end and a skylight where he painted. And there was just enough room in the center of this topography of chaos for him to stand and paint the canvases. And that seemed to work for him very well. It was a very efficient little room for working in.

Brian Clarke 2006



Reece Mews: The Studio of Francis Bacon
Photographs of Reece Mews by Perry Ogden

For thirty years Francis Bacon lived worked in Reece Mews, a former coach house located in a Victorian mews in the London borough of South Kensington. It was here he produced many of his greatest paintings. Years, after his death the studio remained uninhabited and untouched exactly as he had left it.

The flat was very simple. On the ground floor, were what used to be the stables, which had in recent times been used for storage. Upstairs, which was where he lived, was accessed by a very steeply inclined wooden staircase - rather like an Amsterdam house staircase - and you had to negotiate those stairs with the help of a rather greasy, thick rope, taking the role of a banister, up the side.

When you reached the top, you were on a little landing. The landing had a toilet and a kitchen. The kitchen also had a bath in it. So it was a kitchen-bathroom. And if it was cold, Francis would light the gas oven and leave the door open, so that having a bath wouldn't be too unpleasant. Even when he was at the very height of his celebrity and wealth, this was the pattern.

To the left of that, was a bedroom, with a table and chairs and a sofa, and his few books. Very simple; it reminded me of the kind of way that an ex-soldier, or a former prisoner might live. Simple, modest, very unassuming, very focused. Then, you crossed the landing, and there was this tiny but dense and intense room, with a window at either end and a skylight where he painted. And there was just enough room in the center of this topography of chaos for him to stand and paint the canvases. And that seemed to work for him very well. It was a very efficient little room for working in.

Brian Clarke 2006



Reece Mews: The Studio of Francis Bacon
Photographs of Reece Mews by Perry Ogden

For thirty years Francis Bacon lived worked in Reece Mews, a former coach house located in a Victorian mews in the London borough of South Kensington. It was here he produced many of his greatest paintings. Years, after his death the studio remained uninhabited and untouched exactly as he had left it.

The flat was very simple. On the ground floor, were what used to be the stables, which had in recent times been used for storage. Upstairs, which was where he lived, was accessed by a very steeply inclined wooden staircase - rather like an Amsterdam house staircase - and you had to negotiate those stairs with the help of a rather greasy, thick rope, taking the role of a banister, up the side.

When you reached the top, you were on a little landing. The landing had a toilet and a kitchen. The kitchen also had a bath in it. So it was a kitchen-bathroom. And if it was cold, Francis would light the gas oven and leave the door open, so that having a bath wouldn't be too unpleasant. Even when he was at the very height of his celebrity and wealth, this was the pattern.

To the left of that, was a bedroom, with a table and chairs and a sofa, and his few books. Very simple; it reminded me of the kind of way that an ex-soldier, or a former prisoner might live. Simple, modest, very unassuming, very focused. Then, you crossed the landing, and there was this tiny but dense and intense room, with a window at either end and a skylight where he painted. And there was just enough room in the center of this topography of chaos for him to stand and paint the canvases. And that seemed to work for him very well. It was a very efficient little room for working in.

Brian Clarke 2006





 

 

 

 
 
 
fantomao
16 December 2008 @ 02:02 am
takoedelo

Смотри: экономя усилья,
под взглядом седых мастеров,
работает токарь Васильев,
работает слесарь Петров.

А в сумрачном доме напротив
директор счета ворошит,
сапожник горит на работе,
приемщик копиркой шуршит.

Орудует дворник лопатой,
и летчик гудит в высоте,
поэт, словно в чем виноватый,
слагает стихи о труде.

О, как мы работаем! Словно
одна трудовая семья.
Работает Марья Петровна,
с ней рядом работаю я.
Работают в каждом киоске,
работают в каждом окне.

Один не работает Бродский,
все больше он нравится мне.

И.Б. 1964


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fantomao
07 February 2008 @ 08:34 am
ребята!этот жж я буду использовать,как вторую ленту для чтения(1000 френдов мне мало).если возникнет желание дружить,то можно включать в дузья жж m0desta,там будут взаимные.
 
 
fantomao
13 November 2007 @ 05:49 pm
дорогие друзья,уважаемые френды!по техническим причинам я перешел в жж m0desta,
кому интересно,милости прошу!
 
 
fantomao
25 August 2007 @ 02:25 pm
поплывут из майами обратно?
 
 
 
fantomao
23 August 2007 @ 01:45 pm
СОН В ОСЕННЮЮ НОЧЬ НА ДАЧЕ В АРКАДИИ

1

Один.
Лежу и ясно слышу,
как сыплется туман на крышу,
как сыплется туман на листья,
как с листьев сыплется в траву,
сову бесшумную услышу.

2

Гудит ревун. Далекий звук,
как будто осторожный стук,
как будто вкрадчивое слово..
секунду помолчал.. и снова.

3

Гудит ревун.
Сны льются в явь, явь льется в сны,
и в точке из соединенья
рождаются цветы весны на диких яблоках осенних,
и чей-то щшепот, быстрый, робкий,
смывает тихая волна,
и стук весла - глухой, короткий,
весла, поднятого со дна
нагретой солнцем старой лодки.

4

Лодки..

5

Был полдень.
Пристань.
Шум и смех.
Шуршали платья, колыхались ленты.
Садились в лодки. Приглашали всех.
И лаял пес,
на берегу забытый кем-то.

6

Садились в лодки и глядели вниз:
в зеленой темной тишине между столбами,
лениво плавниками шевеля, задумчиво ходили рыбы..
Уключин скрип, и взмах весла,
и плеск и смех..
Поплыли.

7

Плыли между сверкающих медуз,
под рыжей синевой, под солнцем рыжим,
и с каждым всплеском горизонт все ближе
становилося, ближе..
 
 
fantomao
23 August 2007 @ 10:22 am
в этом году осени не будет,это лето закончится и сразу следующее начнется