According to the Oxford Dictionary:
Fray: [NO OBJECT] (Of a fabric, rope, or cord) unravel or become worn at the edge, typically through constant rubbing: “cheap fabric soon frays”
Let’s pretend I only understood the part: “become worn through constant rubbing”. Well, maybe that’s what the challenge is about: Finding what it means to you.
In 2009, I went to Poland, where I visited Auschwitz, but I think I have written enough about it. While in Poland, I also visited the Wieliczka Salt Mine.
Taking my interpretation of the word, I see these salt mines as something beautiful, but finite. The constant contact of visitors will, eventually, erode the beautiful art works there sculpted. I love the place, but maybe from the work that disappears, a new blank canvas will be left for another to be made.
I know I’ve posted something about Italy in an old 2008 publication, but that was edited etc… I could go on and on about Florence, probably my favourite destination in the world. A small, well kept place, with history screaming at you in every corner… giving you the opportunity of walk through the same places as the greatest artists to ever walk the face of the Earth!
I love the Uffizi Gallery… it is a museum unlike any other. If you are visiting London or Paris, you rarely get to see art from the local artists… you get to see the odd Monet, Degas, Turner… but the highlights of the Louvre and the National Gallery are painting from the Italian Masters. In the Uffizi Gallery, you get to see a museum of local artists… Michelangelo, Da Vinci, Ghirlandaio, Giotto, Raffaello, Botticelli, Filippino Lippi, Filippo Lippi……….. where else do you get to see such a concentration of brilliant art from local artists, in a museum that you can visit in a single day??? Nowhere! Except Florence!