This morning Ruth took me to the Prince and Princess of Wales Hospice for brunch. It has been in its new site in Bellahouston Park for seven years now, and this is the first time that I have visited it. It is beautifully designed; light and airy with a large bright café, therapy rooms, treatment rooms and rooms for patients and their families, all overlooking landscaped gardens and the park beyond. The autumn leaves on the trees outside were shades of yellow, orange and gold, and there was a team of yellow-jacketed volunteers working in the garden. Ruth took me to see the art room after our coffee. The whole place was peaceful but somehow full of life, not what I had expected of a hospice. This is where Jackie died in March 23, so I was thinking of her.
Ruth very kindly dropped me off at Ibrox Underground Station and I was in plenty of time for my Northern Renaissance Art Class. Today was all about the Arnolfini Portrait by Jan Van Eyck, and I was again overwhelmed by all of the symbolism. I wonder how much of it was seen as symbolism by the people of the 15th century or whether it was kind of subliminal to them. For example, if people of my generation see a photo of someone with a designer handbag we might assume “wealth” without actually realising that we were thinking it.
Ruth very kindly dropped me off at Ibrox Underground Station and I was in plenty of time for my Northern Renaissance Art Class. Today was all about the Arnolfini Portrait by Jan Van Eyck, and I was again overwhelmed by all of the symbolism. I wonder how much of it was seen as symbolism by the people of the 15th century or whether it was kind of subliminal to them. For example, if people of my generation see a photo of someone with a designer handbag we might assume “wealth” without actually realising that we were thinking it.
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