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Aug. 15th, 2007 04:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nnyI'm home sick from work today, couldn't manage the walk or the typing, but with judicious application of painkillers I managed to get down to the civic centre. Posted off my Criminal Records Bureau paperwork, showed the student finance people my passport, collected the forms my parents need to fill in. I'm going slowly, I'm doing things late, but they're getting done and that's the main thing. I also limped up to visit Burne-Jones' Perseus series, which I always do when I have the time and the energy. Even if I had to get the lift back downstairs.
I had a ridiculously tempting idea for an SG:A Secret Garden style AU because Rodney would really make a fantastic Colin, but I think it's probably too entirely silly. More realistically, actually, I'd love to write a fic about conventions of hospitality; either a Teyla-centric fic or one in which Rodney accidentally invites himself to stay on an alien planet for a couple of weeks and needs to stick it out for fear of causing Sodom and Gomorrah style levels of offense. (According to Strangers, it wasn't remotely the homosexuality at fault, it was the disruption of hospitality that demands of enforced group sex causes. Oh, and a tongue clucking at the decadence of the Romans, which isn't really hard to believe.) I like SG:A fics which explore alien difference as opposed to convenient-plot-point-natives-with-spears.
On a different subject entirely, returning to the Burne-Jones: I think that what I love most about them is the fact that they are unfinished. Some of the paintings are more complete than others, but it's really fascinating to see the juxtaposition of perfectly painted drapes of cloth with an unfinished face above them, or the way Perseus' half-finished armour almost seems a part of his skin, like scales or feathers. I love the piece that has Atlas, virtually perfect, against a backdrop that's little more than washes of colour, Perseus held up by half-finished wings. The wings are a big feature, with feathers on the sandals and the helmet, on the gorgons and on Pegasus, and in the details too - the overlapping joins of his armour, the way the rocks sit against each other in the background. The sketchiness of some of the paintings allows a much clearer glimpse of the visual metaphors and symbolism that I would otherwise skip over for looking at the whole.
Anyway, yes, that was my day. I'm going to play the Sims a little and then lie down some more, I think.
I had a ridiculously tempting idea for an SG:A Secret Garden style AU because Rodney would really make a fantastic Colin, but I think it's probably too entirely silly. More realistically, actually, I'd love to write a fic about conventions of hospitality; either a Teyla-centric fic or one in which Rodney accidentally invites himself to stay on an alien planet for a couple of weeks and needs to stick it out for fear of causing Sodom and Gomorrah style levels of offense. (According to Strangers, it wasn't remotely the homosexuality at fault, it was the disruption of hospitality that demands of enforced group sex causes. Oh, and a tongue clucking at the decadence of the Romans, which isn't really hard to believe.) I like SG:A fics which explore alien difference as opposed to convenient-plot-point-natives-with-spears.
On a different subject entirely, returning to the Burne-Jones: I think that what I love most about them is the fact that they are unfinished. Some of the paintings are more complete than others, but it's really fascinating to see the juxtaposition of perfectly painted drapes of cloth with an unfinished face above them, or the way Perseus' half-finished armour almost seems a part of his skin, like scales or feathers. I love the piece that has Atlas, virtually perfect, against a backdrop that's little more than washes of colour, Perseus held up by half-finished wings. The wings are a big feature, with feathers on the sandals and the helmet, on the gorgons and on Pegasus, and in the details too - the overlapping joins of his armour, the way the rocks sit against each other in the background. The sketchiness of some of the paintings allows a much clearer glimpse of the visual metaphors and symbolism that I would otherwise skip over for looking at the whole.
Anyway, yes, that was my day. I'm going to play the Sims a little and then lie down some more, I think.
