The rain of another day.

This rain this rain and the dreariest and tiredness of moods that shift and swing between this that and the other in no predictable fashion cry out for a shot of the hard stuff that I have been avoiding for the better part of a few months now, and a curious daydreaming sent me back to the driving cold rain of glasgow- the near frozen (but not quite) that tore down in a dreadful pitter patter when I arrived in that fair (not foul) city.  Armed with increasingly rained upon map (and no sense of direction in general, as is usually the case), I somehow made my way to the Glasgow School of Art- the one true purpose of my going to Glasgow- and to see whether my imaginings over the years of the work of Charles Rennie Mackintosh could hold up to seeing it in the light of reality.

Not many photos- as none could be snuck in on the guided tour that I was part of, led by a fabulous young student (Fran).  All the better, as there was more time to be captivated by the sights and the sounds.  If anything, it made me want to stay in Scotland longer, to take in the few other Mackintosh buildings that were still around- but, alas, time was most definitely pressing, and only two others could be viewed.  As for the school building itself, that was definitely a marvel.  Mackintosh must have had plenty of good ideas of how a school should be run, and how it must be intimately involved with aesthetics (or, pure beauty, really), and it was not hard to imagine how a student could fall in love with the idea of art just by being there day in and day out.

Although, I was told that there was a curfew of when students had to be out of the building- something, given the artist's stereotypical hours, makes absolutely no sense.