Artistic License

I went to National Gallery for the first time this week. I rather enjoyed it, I like paintings, I know very little about them, can rarely remember the names of the artists etc but I rather like them.

Cog and I went through a few of the rooms probably too fast, we did spend an appropriate amount of time at about 4 paintings which we both really liked but it was enough for us. We went for a drink and I said we would leave as soon we had seen Van Gogh's Sunflowers.

She laughed at me and corrected my pronunciation of Gogh - she's only 10!!!!

We have a copy of the Sunflowers on a wall at home lovingly drawn by H when she was 8 years old, so she knows a lot about it having done* it at school.

We stood amongst a group of about 7 people in front of the painting.

Cog loudly announces "see that upside down one, mine looks exactly the same as that, no actually I think my picture is better; can we go to Hamley's now!"

And within a split second my mobile phone starts to ring (a Dom Jolly moment opportunity), I silenced my phone and with lots of culturally snobbish eyes burning into me I sigh "yep - you're right yours is better - lets go!"

*she seems to have 'done it' or 'not done it' about most things we discuss these days