The Art Philosopher

August 4, 2016 2:00pm Published by Jules Smith in The Art Philosopher 20 Comments


Some of you may know that I wryly refer to myself as the “Art Philosopher” on this here web page.

Firstly because I don’t see why I shouldn’t grace myself with a title that feeds my closet narcissist ( I use the word closet with a smidgen of irony) and secondly because my in depth analysis of the visual results in an accompanying story based sometimes in reality but often times from the wilderness of my imagination.



Perhaps I am meant to be a see and tell person.

Maybe I am gifted in the fact that I am able to recognise something unusual or fascinating in the everyday banal such as doors or manhole covers and even shadows and shapes that play across a structure. Maybe I have an ability to see the story that lies behind the furrowed brow of a man sitting alone in the park or behind the mask of a painted face and a fake smile. Maybe I can see beyond the obvious and have an ability to find the truth in obscure detail.


Or maybe not.

Maybe I am just one of those fortunate people that finds herself presented with fascinating imagery and I’m just lucky like that.

See, most people would go and take a bottle of beer out of the fridge and that would be just it: a simple act of taking out a fizzy container of liquid – no more, no less.

But not me.

Oh no.

I get pictures….


Read into that what you will.


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…and why we’re so very often on the same page.

‘cept your page is usually full of pretty flowers and twinkly lights! Much nicer than mine!

The bottle of beer tells the karmic tale.

Karmic? You saying I deserve this?! 😉

a picture is worth a thousand words, however all pictures are either a penis or a vagina. love ya, mah dahlin! *)

I never knew that. Now the world makes sense. Love ya too, my sweet *)

You don’t ‘arf talk a lot of cock and balls sometimes, girl.

Which is what you love about me, Masher 🙂


I will agree heartily if you let me have the beer.

….Oops…… I would’ve but…..


Thanks for your posting on this weblog. From my own experience, often times softening upward a photograph may provide the professional photographer with a dose of an creative flare. Often times however, that soft cloud isn’t what exactly you had in your mind and can quite often spoil a normally good image, especially if you intend on enlarging this.

Dear Mr. Swain,I am a student in Mr. Damaso’s Honors English 2 class, and I am currently about half-way through your novel. It is a very interesting topic, and very creatively presented. At the moment, we are learning about food, and about gleaners who take excess crops from fields in France. Do you have any plans for a sequel in which the effects felt by the insects were felt by gleaners in the area?Sincerely,Max Varosky

The beer picture is fine art, Jules. I can see a reflection of the green, bushy outdoors in the bottle, which makes me long for green, bushy things. I hope you savour your green and bushy places.

Oh I do. I never take anything for granted, Mr. Gorilla Bananas!

buna….:Dma bag si eu ca musca in lapte:D eu le-am incercat pe toate(nu am voie sa stau la soare, asa ca de prin clasa a 10 am hotarat sa ma mazgalesc cu au)))ronzantet:)ob))recomand nivea pentru corp si CLARINS pentru fata…eu sunt deschisa la piele si totdeuna am cumparat NIVEA FOR DARK SKIN!!!si a fost foarte ok…nu am avut probleme…insa tb mare grija cand te dai…sa nu uiti nicio zona; pt ca altfel ramai cu dungi:|super postareaaaaaa:D

solaratov says:
August 13, 2016 at 7:28 am

OK, Jules……


I’ve been on my knees, in the muck and mire, the stench in my nostrils. I’ll stand.

Unbeatable forces force me again down, but again I stand. Pain hurts, but despair kills. I’ll stand.

Do you think yourself alone, a minority of one? Still stand. One is enough, when one is all that there is. Stand.

To stand is to make a target of yourself. Stand.

You will not win. You are doomed to fail. Stand.

Better men than you have died standing, but all men must die. Stand. Do you not wish to be counted among the better men? Then stand.

Better to live a slave than die a freeman? If you ask the question, you cannot comprehend the answer. Stand.

Today is not the day? When, then? Are you so comfortable? Do your knees not ache? Man was not built to kneel, but to stand. So stand.

You were given a priceless gift, the gift of life. Do not waste it. Stand.

They will mock as you fall. All men must fall. It is a shorter fall from your knees. But fall from your feet, so as to make a resounding echo. Stand.

You can live on your knees. You will die on your feet. Choose for yourself; I will not judge. But as for me, I’ll stand.

[H/T razorbacker @ daily pundit]

You’re a very interesting person, Sol or razorbacker….so, which is your site or are you an amalgamation with others? Is it the daily pundit or is it solarotov or is it indeed both and many more? Hold on – I thought you stood alone? 😉

I’m definitely a stander. Very powerful words. Thank you for the visit now tell me where I find you….

I’m assuming that you can see my email address – if you’d like to use that. Or, you can find me through Grunt’s place. I hang out there a lot and usually check it out a few times every day. I don’t have a “site” of my own. Maybe someday. 😉

Grunt’s place is where all the hip and swag people hang out. Now go and get yourself a site! 🙂

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