· 23 February 2016 ·
The painting below is the subject of an article in yesterday’s Telegraph (link follows below the picture). I wasn’t going to publicise it with even a tweet, much less a blog post – but I keep being drawn back to look at the thing, against my will (heh). It’s like rubbernecking at a traffic accident.
Just what is up with those tracksuit trousers?
“The new portrait claims to be the most
accurate representation of the playwright.”
Photo: The Artist’s Print Room
If you’d rather cut to the chase:
The finished portrait, measuring three feet eight inches by three feet, will hang at Stratford Town Hall for the festivities commemorating Shakespeare’s death, after which it will be put on sale, along with 400 limited edition prints.
[The artist] produced the painting in partnership with Stratford-upon-Avon town and district councils. Mike Gittus, chairman of Stratford-on-Avon District Council said: “The William Shakespeare 400th Anniversary portrait is a skilful interpretation of the face of Stratford-upon-Avon’s most famous son. We hope that royalties from the sale of signed prints of the portrait will raise much needed funds to help safeguard Shakespeare’s Birthday Celebrations.”
I’m shocked, shocked, to find that commerce is going on in there. Heaven knows, as does the District Council of Stratford-on-Avon, that future Shakespeare’s Birthday Celebrations must be kept safe.
I’m out of palms again.
I noticed this just after I posted the above. Look closely at this photo (also from the Telegraph article), and see if you can figure out what’s missing. Besides the proper author, that is.
Sometimes the metaphors write themselves.
I don’t mean to pick on poor Mr Tristram. He may be naive, but questionable trousers aside, he appears to be a talented painter. He draws cartoons as well, isn’t that perfect. Should have done one here – much more appropriate form for the subject. Do go have a look at his work.