Winner Alright - Conor Larkin

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Fruit - coloured pencils

countryside - roger cummiskey

Conor Larkin

The Over 50s Show winner 2011.

Tempus fugit for all.

Maybe not so quickly for the young at heart but too quickly for those in the final furlong.

What do you remember best?

Schooldays?

Young adult?

Bachelor days?

Married days?

Middle age?

Old Age?

Antonia - standing.

The Fishermen has been sold.

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Click here, Scroll to far right, choose radio button, and then click [VOTE] button at bottom of list to vote for your Favorite Nude of the Month. I would like you to vote for August 29th!

Please vote for this image Here – Antonia Standing, watercolour 31 x 30 cm. August 29th.

NYC: Barebrush.com – August calendar – 29th:

Curator: Vaughn Lewis, Magnan Projects in Chelsea, NY. Antonia standing was chosen as one of the Curators choices.

Please vote for this image in August -29th.

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Posted By Roger Cummiskey to ArtRoger Store on 8/01/2009 12:22:00 PM

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See the new paintings here. There are four.

http://picasaweb.google.com/ArtRoger/AbstractMay09#

Spanish countryside

Early Summer

Seashore

Countryside

Paintings now framed and on display at Jinete, La Cala, Mijas.

I hope that you like it.

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Bloomsday: – 16th June 2009.

Private Preview: Tuesday June 16th. Contact me for further information/location/times.

Public exhibition of collection at the 1st International Art Festival of Marbella, which will take place from 11am to 11pm daily, 19-21st June. Avenida del Mar, Marbella.

Buyers preview/reception: June 18th.

Bloomsday – June 16th – is an annual celebration among Joyce fans throughout the world, from Fort Lauderdale to Melbourne. It is celebrated in at least sixty countries worldwide, but nowhere so imaginatively, of course, as in Dublin. The novel, Ulysses, by James Joyce recounts the hour-by-hour events of one day in Dublin – June 16, 1904 – as an ordinary Dubliner, Leopold Bloom, wends his way through the urban landscape, the odyssey of a modern-day Ulysses.

ReJoyce Marbella 2009!

This painting is from James Joyce’s caricature of Leopold Bloom, drawn in Myron Nutting’s studio in the 1920′s. ©

Leopold Bloom, Jewish advertising salesman, cuckold.

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I am excited. It is my first trip to Madrid. It is my first time on the Ave high speed train.

We leave Fuengirola station at 08:45 and one hour later we arrive in Malaga to catch the 09.00 high speed train to Madrid. There is security and x-raying of bags. I find this a bit unexpected for a train.

However, calmly and unrushed we took our pre-booked seats and sat back. We were off smoothly.

An attendant came round with a set of headphones. By 09.10 we are passing mountains on our left and agricultural land on our right. The area is dotted with houses and the occasional white pueblo. We are travelling at 186 km hr. The temperature is 14 degrees.

A movie, Charlie Wilson has started. I pass but understand that it can be watched in English with Spanish subtitles. There is a language choice.

We are now in a long tunnel after which as we emerge we see plenty of olive tree plantations, green fields and greenish brown hillsides that remind me of another country.

We stop at Antiquera (Santa Ana) bathed in sunshine at 09.26. As we pull away a flock of birds begins to follows us but veer away to the right in formation. The other passengers in our carriage are reading reports, talking on their mobile phones and using their computers. The train is doing 288 km . Now we’re motoring!

We stop at Cordoba at 10.00 for about a minute and we are off again. Dark skies are taking over from the blue but after 20 minutes the blue returns and just as quickly change to grey clouds and fog as we pull into Puertollano. Fog has now descended and is a pea-souper with little to see beyond the hedge groves and within 20m on either side of the train.

The fog lifts as we slide into Cuidad Real. Another Ave pulls into the station going in the opposite direction on its way to Malaga. The toilet on the train is a modern treat and the cafe/bar area is as lively as all Spanish bars with lots of chat and noise.

The final hour of our journey is through lush green land. I wonder why there are no seat belts as on airplanes but there is plenty of leg room. The green fields eventually give way to industrialisation, the sprawling mass of residential properties, commercialisation and offices.

We are in Madrid Atocha.

That didn’t feel like 3 hours!

Ave fast speed train