I defied Melbourne’s chilly greyness yesterday and went along to the National Gallery’s Hokusai Exhibition to view the Great Wave Off Kanagawa (or waves to be precise) up close. Painting well into his late eighties, Hokusai was an incredibly prolific artist so there was an abundance of work on display, all of it gorgeous.
I had a good laugh at the reflection of a running man I unwittingly captured in my photo of the wave. There’s definitely ‘no exit’ from those gnashing talons as Bran could attest.
Twin terrors …
She studied him while he studied the print. She looked at the wave tendrils curling around his bicep. The bright blues and stark whites. Similar but different to her own tattoo. Then his strong jaw, the high cheekbones, and those eyes like blinding gemstones. Relished the warmth of his denim and t-shirt clad body beside her. His smell. Citrus and delicious boy.
She put her arm around his shoulders and squeezed hard. He smiled at the wave, tucking strands of hair behind his ears.
Over in the corner, whispering and giggling, a group of high school girls made their own detailed inventory of all his good parts. It would be a sizable list. No doubt another photo session loomed with her acting as the shoot producer, props manager and lifestyle photographer all rolled into one. Maybe this time she’d leave them to it.
… Ava appreciating beauty and all its inconveniences at the NGV’s Hokusai exhibition, Siren’s Wave Book 2 – THE WAVE.
Sirens riding a wave and annoying fishermen!
One of us needing an art break/mini snooze in the gallery …