Ye Newe Paintinge.
For the record, I do know that the word ye in the title should be spelled ye. Unfortunately, WordPress doesn’t allow special characters in the post title. The spelling with the e in the superscript is the old written form of the Middle English definite article, basically the. Originally the definite article was denoted by a thorn (þ) in Old English, but with the invention of printing during the Middle English period, something else had to be concocted.
Hence we have ye which these days is often erroneously spelled as ye. And that, my friends, means you, as in the archaic personal pronoun. So if you see a store called something like Ye Olde Christmas Shoppe (as in Edinburgh in Scotland, witnessed by yours truly), the store owner apparently wanted to call their store affectionately by names. “You old Christmas shop you, you naughty girl!” (Are shops and stores masculine or feminine though?)
Ye originally came to be used as the second person plural, the singular form being thou, but it spread to other uses as well. It could be used as a singular pronoun in nominative position, and as both singular and plural in an objective position. Fascinating how English exploits syncretism to the extreme.
Anyway. Here’s a newe paintinge for ya.
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This is supposed to be Heath Ledger. I think it has a fair amount of likeness to him. The colours aren’t quite accurate, because I couldn’t take a non-overexposed photo of it and had to increase the contrast and highlight the midtones. It’s slightly sharper than in real life. This is the photo I used:

I didn’t paint the face narrow enough, and the expression is more benign methinks. Not as much chest hair, either.
My mum likes the painting though and she’s a hard person to please. She keeps saying that it looks so much like her old colleague who passed away some time ago. She liked that guy I guess.
Here it is in frames – mum is really good at picking frames that enhance the appearance of a painting:
My parents’ living room looks quite colourful with so many of my paintings in frames, against the backdrop of a warm yellow wallpaper. (The Yellow Wallpaper was a weird short story us English students had to read in basic studies, for your information. By Charlotte Perkins Gilman.)



