Category Archives: Art

More of Hamburg

Rain again [sigh: this time last year I was in Barcelona]. No wonder there are so many arcades in this city. I’m not sure how much British bombing raids left of Hamburg, so I don’t know what’s “authentic”. However, the … Continue reading

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A second day in London

I stopped at Africa House (built 1921) on Kingsway to look up at the sculpture that adorns it. Just the teensiest bit problematic? Those disembodied heads on the capitals look like something out of Heart of Darkness, and martial Britannia … Continue reading

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A day in London

I visited the Paul Nash exhibition at Tate Modern this morning. There was a serendipitous moment en route: the Gill-like relief sculptures on Neville House in Page Street: Thanks to an obliging doorman, I learned that they are by Edward … Continue reading

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Wynford Dewhurst: Manchester’s Monet

I ended my day in Manchester yesterday with a visit to the exhibition of paintings by Wynford Dewhurst (1864-1941) at the art gallery. Dewhurst insisted that Impressionism was rooted in British landscapes, citing Constable and Turner as influences. Perhaps . … Continue reading

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Ways of Seeing by John Berger

Berger’s recent death has made me do what I have been meaning to do for some time – sent me to youtube to find his 4-part “Ways of Seeing” TV series from 1972. It was an antidote to the idea … Continue reading

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Ghent

Ghent’s Fine Art Museum needed more time than was allowed; there was so much to see. The grotesque heads of the Bosch painting had echoes in some of the 20th century expressionists. There was also a room of 19th century … Continue reading

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Bruges

A full day in Bruges, which was absolutely heaving with tourists. As one of the heavers, I can’t really complain, but it did lessen my enjoyment in wandering about the beautifully preserved town. (Like Rye, it was pickled in aspic … Continue reading

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