Today's art comes from Miguel Mackinlay (1894 - 1959), a Scottish/Spanish painter and illustrator who grew up in Spain and Australia and made his career in Great Britain. This work is of the Bushey Lido outdoor swimming pool in Hertfordshire county, England. As a deep freeze is about to close in out here on the balmy west coast of the Great White North, I thought it was time for a swim. adult swim A surfeit of contemplation, indifference, a tad too much inwardness for the occasion, we see, as if only the youngest know what is possible— at a pool in summer. A red-capped woman, head in hands, stares at a beach ball that doesn’t stare back, that gets the same unrequited attention from a man who hugs his knees to himself. And the rest, of the adults, linger, suspended, stretch or bend, hands firmly on hips, or hushed, idly chat between unspilled cups of tea . . . . . . as if intent on doing anything other than anything that might reach a long-untouched impulse: to frolic, to cavort, chase, tease, slip and slide, plunge, dip, float dreamily, even sink, sink dreamily, to the bottom of the pool, and there, await rescue. Do they even know how to surrender, besprinkle, imbibe, how to immerse themselves, or be immersed, in such seasonal rites of innocence, to be sometimes lifted, newly blessed, toward the sun?
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surrender….i think about that often. ♥️
This is fantastic. Why are adults so lame?