Manchester Art Gallery

#MAGfiction

See paintings differently

#MAGfiction is a new weekly series of very short stories inspired by the paintings in our collection, from Patrick, one of our Visitor Services team. We’ll be posting these on Twitter and Instagram every Friday.

#FictionFriday


 

Walter Sickert The Mirror

She groaned in frustration. Damn modern technology. She wished she’d kept the
old one. But no, everything was ‘digital’ this and ‘cloud’ that these days. She
secretly suspected her step-daughter of fiddling with the settings. She sighed and
asked the question again. “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them
all?” But the answer was the same; a baleful white system window that read,
“Unable to check for update. An error occurred in Mirror OS 6.0.9. Cancel / Try
Again.”

Words © Patrick Kelleher in response to The Mirror, by Walter Sickert
Currently on display on the Balcony.


 

Annie Louisa Swynnerton Illusions

The sunlit garden. Giggles, squeals of delight as Izzy ran round chasing bubbles then, running up to him, her face in close-up, beaming with happiness, “Come on, Daddy, play with me!” she begged. The clip looped. Giggles, squeals, close-up, “Come on , Daddy play with me!” He paused the video as the image blurred through his tears. She would have been eight today.

Words © Patrick Kelleher in response to Illusions, by Annie Louisa Swynnerton
Currently on display in Gallery 12.


 

William Hilton II Phaeton

He’d taken his dad’s prized possession for a joyride. Now the sports car was wrapped round a tree; a right-off. Sat in the back of the police cruiser, he arrogantly assumed his father’s name and money would make the charges disappear. The discovery, by the police, of his mother’s body in the boot came as a shock.

Words © Patrick Kelleher in response to Phaeton, by William Hilton II
Currently on display in Gallery 4.


 

Jan Davidsz. de Heem Still Life: Fruit and Oysters on a Table

#hotdate #restaurant #class #datass #jimmychoos #igotthis
#doyoutakeoystercard #oysteralacarte #foodporn #nom #eatingfortheinsta
#badfood #fromnomtovom #barf #jimmyspews #awkward #taxihomealone
#morningafterthenightbefore #hangover #whatdidido #hairofthedog
#paracetemol #detagging #youaintseenmeright #neveragain

Words © Patrick Kelleher in response to Still Life: Fruit and Oysters on a Table, by Jan Davidsz. de Heem (attributed to)
Currently on display in Gallery 14.


 

John Everett Millais Wandering Thoughts

The dark handsome stranger, the mansion, the parties, the life of luxury and
security; she had lost it all. The paper in her hands was incontrovertible proof of
that. She had chosen unwisely and paid the price. Silently, she mourned the loss.
Not one of her lottery numbers had come up and it had been a roll-over
weekend, too. Still, there was always next week.

Words © Patrick Kelleher in response to Wandering Thoughts, by John Everett Millais
Currently on display in Gallery 7.


 

Arthur Hughes Ophelia

“But mother, why?” the Princess protested. “For the future of the kingdom,” the Queen replied sternly. “Now pull yourself together and act like a princess. The sooner you get started the better.” The princess sighed heavily. She sat down by the pond, a look of disgust curdling her face and, one by one, began to kiss the frogs.

Words © Patrick Kelleher in response to Ophelia by Arthur Hughes, 1852
Currently on display in Gallery 7.


 

John William Waterhouse Hylas and the Nymphs

The young women splashed about, squealing. High spirits, the lifeguard thought, until someone complained. He called the women over to the side. “What have we done?” they asked coyly. “Well,” he said,  a little flustered, “there’s a chemical in the swimming pool that turns green when you pee in it so, as you can see, I’m going to have to ask you lot to leave.”

Words © Patrick Kelleher in response to Hylas and the Nymphs by John William Waterhouse, 1896
Currently on display in Gallery 10.


 

Marcus Stone A Passing Cloud

Mister Hampton was a fellow of moderate income and in practically every aspect, acceptable to Polite Society. Miss Lamb’s father approved the match. Now engaged, Christian names were allowed. Miss Lamb, Harriet, however, foresaw a shadow of ruination. “I could never marry anyone whose first name was Dwayne,” she said with a hint of pride and prejudice.

Words © Patrick Kelleher in response to A Passing Cloud by Marcus Stone, 1891
Currently on display on the balcony.


 

John Everett Millais Winter Fuel

The woodcutter and his daughter were collecting firewood for winter. He wouldn’t let her accompany him into the forest. “It’s too dangerous,” he said. “Wait here. I won’t be long.” She waited patiently for hours but he didn’t return. A howl rose from the trees. The wolf, too, needed winter fuel.

Words © Patrick Kelleher in response to Winter Fuel John Everett Millais, 1873
Currently on display in gallery 7.