Thanks to train and track disruption, I bagged another cathedral today. The train detoured via Lincoln, so I had a brief view of the cathedral.
Leeds art gallery has finally re-opened. It is full of images which have been familiar for ever – mostly thanks, I think, to the choice of illustrations in Arthur Mee’s children’s encyclopaedia. I’m not sure if Cordelia comforting King Lear is in there, but Lady Godiva definitely is. (The “Golden Deeds” chapter, if I recall correctly.)
I’d never been upstairs before; I had no idea that it had panels depicting idealised manual labourers by Frank Brangwyn. His display neatly carried on the illustrative tone of the Victorian painters downstairs.
My dislike of Matthew Smith was confirmed. It’s something about his colours combined with his inept forms. And I have noticed that all art galleries have a bust by Jacob Epstein.