Wednesday, 23 April 2008

De La Warr Pavillions


Age of innocence ... Slagheap Landscape 1953, by William Scott. Photograph: The William Scott Foundation 2008

Euston Steps - Study (1980-81), by Frank Auerbach

In today's Guardian Grayson Perry has written a very interesting piece about a forth coming exhibition he has curated for the De La Warr Pavillions in Bexhill on Sea.

Glad to be grey. When Grayson Perry was asked to pick works for a new show, he found himself strangely drawn to the drab, domestic art of postwar Britain. Why?

I look back to only a quarter of a century ago, when I left art college, and I see contemporary art was a grim, socialist rather than popular, business.

When the arts council collection asked me to select a touring exhibition of works from their holdings, I had the shrill voice of 21st-century contemporary art ringing in my ears. I was also aware of the remnants of hostility to fine art from Daily Mail Britain, who still see art as an elitist con. As I trawled through the Arts Council's catalogues, which illustrate around 7,500 pieces, I found myself drawn to art from the earlier part of the collection; works that could be characterised as subtle, sensitive, lyrical and quiet.

I found the article interesting because he is my age and from a similar art school background, growing up in a village I rarely visited exhibitions I thought the local galleries in Leeds and York very dry with little touring exhibitions to see. Anthony D'Offay has acknowledged this dearth of visual opportunities and has donated much of his collection to tour across Britain. I cannot say I lacked visual nourishment growing up, coming from a family who enjoyed art via books and prints plus the occasional visit to the Tate I think my visual literacy was shaped as much by my environment as any exposure to the 'Arts' and for this I am grateful because although the Internet is a wonderful vehicle for accessing the wider world, in many ways I feel it stops children from getting out there and just looking and feeling.
I am currently really struggling to educate my A' Level photography class, they have become so used to logging on and gazing at a screen it is a real effort to get them outside, they spend most of their time making horrible pastiche copies of other photographers work and seem unable to find their own way. A year in pictures has mentioned this problem too. the way young people feel the need to cling to what they know rather than looking for their own personal response. I feel lucky that I enjoy what I see through the lens, I prefer to snap away for hours rather than surf the web and try as I might to copy/ emulate other photographers personal style, it does not feel right and I make my own viewpoints instead.
So back to the exhibition, I have never been to this gallery but would really like to so hopefully this should spur me on. Other new/want to see galleries include the Shirley Sherwood gallery at Kew Gardens and Pallant House in Chichester.
Finally how lovely to sit and curate an exhibition for 7,500 pieces I think I would be in heaven and best of all you get to slip in a couple of your own pieces!

Tuesday, 22 April 2008

Nick Hubbard



I love the whimsy of this jewellery and the web site is wonderful too.
I saw this jewellery in a shop in Narberth Wales, it is a small market town with a high street that is chock full of some really lovely shops, including clothes shops selling a mixture of Saltwater, Whitestuff, Joseph, Great plains. I wish more shops in London would do this kind of mix instead of the same franchises you see in every department store. One shop on Narberth high street had an amazing selection of jewelery, including Marie Walshe, Dower & Hall and Latham & Neve
All this is topped of by a wonderful Deli specialising in Spanish hams and cheese, we sat and had a delicious lunch washed down with a lovely rose... it all seems a long time ago now.

Monday, 21 April 2008

Debbie Urquhart



Paintings from here

and here
Whilst clearing out a bag of paper work I found a page from an old Telegraph Magazine with two views of Debbie Urquhart's house.
I remembered her paintings from a show at the Redfern Gallery and realised that the stillness in them really reminds me of the house in Amroth, as does the way she uses the view through a window as a background, which frequently appears in her work and the house in Amroth too. Where ever you sat you always had magnificent views, a perfect back drop for a still life.

Sunday, 20 April 2008

Amroth


The house

The books

The knick knacks

My bedroom

The wonderful Ladybird books

The comfy seats.
We came here 4 years ago and it was like stepping back in time, the house appears frozen in the fifties. The feel of the place was like our Grans house very worn and lived in. we went again 2 years ago and it was again perfect. It was like the owners had just popped out. This year the atmosphere had changed I cannot put my finger on what exactly, whether it was because Daisy did not go, or our Niece turned into a 13 year old monster, I cannot say what exactly was missing, but the sparkle had gone. Nevertheless we had a lovely time despite the cutting Easterly wind, lots of pints in the pub and long walks by the beach.
Home and all my daughters are back, so is Emin with a very young nervous Au pair, 19 years old never left home or been on a plane and she is home sick already. Thank God for web cams!

6 necklaces


A productive but relaxing week, the top left I gave to mother the top right to Lucy. I truly believe anyone on the verge of a breakdown should be given a bag of beads to thread, it is the most calming of activities, but my mother disagrees as she tried it and could never make her mind up as to the right mix.

Friday, 11 April 2008

When they grow up


I realise there is a touch of 'Damien' about this photo! but it illustrates Kitty's favourite view, that of Parisian school children. Kitty loves children the younger the better and they were all back at school, here was a group of children peddling furiously round a square. You see them at all times of the day walking in crocodiles, it looks lovely, but I reflected that the french must bind the calves of the girls from an early age just like the Chinese used to bind the feet of their children all those years ago. Because how else do you explain there amazing ability to wear tiny skinny jeans tucked into the narrowest boots I have ever seen. They have legs like drain pipes with no shape at all. I suspect the lack of green space helps as you can't run around like normal children, instead they just potter in a sandpit instead. All female French school girls dress really really badly so again I assume they are all quietly shipped off to a Swiss finishing school where they emerge from their chrysalis mean, lean and ready to strike a pose, for pose they do 24/7. Kitty asked how on earth fat people got through the barriers in the Metro? I explained that there were no fat people in Paris. Fat people are quietly removed. So how does this city support so many bakeries and patisseries and brasseries and cafes and restaurants? it is just so unfair.

Cafe Botak


Ms Rouge after Cafe Flore try Cafe Botak at the bottom of the steps up to the Sacre Cour.

Even little Miss Fusspot was happy...
One of the best things about Paris is you can have so much fun trying out Cafes, no matter where you are there will be at least three within touching distance, the less I understand the menu the more fun I have!