Friday, 1 May 2026

'Charlie Bubbles'

    Last week we watched 'Charlie Bubbles', a 1967 British film starring Albert Finney, Liza Minnelli, Billie Whitelaw, Colin Blakely, and written by Shelagh Delaney.  Finney also directed. The producer was the actor Michael Medwin, who with Finney had founded the production company 'Memorial Enterprises' in 1965.*  Well, what's not to like? you may think.  As you can see it has all the ingredients for success - strong cast, talented script writer. You would be, however, be wrong.  The result is decidedly flat-footed.  Finney plays the eponymous hero, a successful novelist, who - accompanied by his secretary (Minnelli) - goes on a picaresque journey back to his roots in the North. (North of England that is.)  Not as bad as the adaptation of Iris Murdoch's 'A Severed Head' I reviewed in 2024 - 'Charlie Bubbles' has its moments, after all - but still a dud.


* Memorial Enterprises not only produced 'Charlie Bubbles'. They were also responsible for, amongst others, 'A Day in the Life of Joe Egg', 'Privilege', and 'If....'.  they also produced a stage play: Julian Mitchell's 'Another Country' in 1981.


Hail Bounteous May: Verse for May Day



Song on May Morning
 by John Milton 1608-1674


Now the bright morning Star, Dayes harbinger,
  Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
  The Flowry May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow Cowslip, and the pale Primrose.
  Hail bounteous May that dost inspire 
  Mirth and youth, and warm desire,
  Woods and Groves, are of thy dressing,
  Hill and Dale, doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early Song,
And welcom thee, and wish thee long. 


To Violets by Robert Herrick 1591-1674

WELCOME, maids of honour!
        You do bring
        In the spring,
And wait upon her.

She has virgins many,
        Fresh and fair;
        Yet you are
More sweet than any.

You're the maiden posies,
        And so graced
        To be placed
'Fore damask roses.

Yet, though thus respected,
        By-and-by
        Ye do lie,
Poor girls, neglected



Now is the month of Maying by Thomas Morley 1557-1602

Now is the month of maying,
When merry lads are playing,
Fa la la la la la la la la,
Fa la la la la la la lah.
Each with his bonny lass
Upon the greeny grass.
Fa la la la la la la la la,
Fa la la la la la la lah.

The Spring, clad all in gladness,
Doth laugh at Winter's sadness,
Fa la la la la la la la la,
Fa la la la la la la lah.
And to the bagpipe's sound
The nymphs tread out their ground.
Fa la la la la la la la la,
Fa la la la la la la lah.

Fie then! why sit we musing,
Youth's sweet delight refusing?
Fa la la la la la la la la,
Fa la la la la la la lah.
Say, dainty nymphs, and speak,
Shall we play barley break?
Fa la la la la la la la la,
Fa la la la la la la lah.


May Morning on Magdalen Tower
by John William Burgon (1813–1888)

Now ring out all the bells a merry chime;
While the hoarse horn croaks forth, a league below,
The note which doubtless seems the true sublime
To urchins straining might and main to blow.
Ring out, glad bells! and let the sleepers know
That, while they slept, we watched the month of May
Twine the first garland for her virgin brow.
Then bid them rise, for 'tis the prime of day:
And lo, the young Month comes, all smiling, up this way!

Life's May-day by Ben Johnson (1572-1637)

I saw the rustic May Queen, crowned
   With coronel of flowers,
With merry children gathered round,
   To laugh away the hours.
In morning sheen, with stately mien,
   Walked the fair Queen of May;
And little care, or thought, was there,
   Of how time sped away.

I saw the sombre evening come, 
   With train of lagging hours,
The fretful children turned them home,
   Nor brought their faded flowers.
In life's fresh morn, fond hopes are born
   Which fade ere shadows come;
And life's long day, though fair as May,
   May make us sigh for home.





Tuesday, 28 April 2026

'Mlinaric on Decorating'

      I've had this book - large, hardback, excellent photography - on my shelves for years now, but as with any 'recently' published book I feel a bit reticent about posting images from it, but here goes....

     Mr Mlinaric, born in 1939, is one of Britain's foremost interior designers, though now retired.  He has worked for the likes of Mick Jagger and the Rothschilds.  As a child he was inspired by a number of chance encounters with remarkable interiors; Widcombe Manor near Bath, home of Jeremy & Camilla Fry; Leixlip Castle, home of Desmond & Mariga Guinness.  Ireland in general stirred his visual imagination: Dublin, 'a perfect Georgian city, shabby and seedy, old-fashioned, with little shops with turf fires burning', and the decaying country houses of the Ascendancy, 'when a celling came down, the family just closed the door and moved to another room.  They wouldn't sell their houses, hoping for a better days, and as a young man found that very romantic, just holding on and keeping things.'  There is something very poetic about these sentiments. He trained at the Bartlett, moving from architecture to interior design after a year.  He was part of the whole Swinging Sixties thing, and apparently knew everyone, some of whom, such as Ozzie Clarke moved in the circles documented in Peter Schlesinger's 'Checkered Past'.  There is a short documentary ostensibly about young men, including Mlinaric, with long hair made in 1967 by the BBC.  One way, perhaps, of seeing that whole 'Swinging Sixties' phenomena is as an attempt to re-enchant the world, to revive the poetic and the mystical.


     David Mlinaric seems, from the beginning of his career, to have worked in two styles, one contemporary and one traditional.  It is the latter that interests me and in particular there
 are three schemes from quite earlier on in his career which I think are quite masterful: Thorpe Hall (1970-72), interesting not only because it represents his own taste, but was done with such assurance for somebody in their early thirties; Beningborough Hall, (1977-79), for the National Trust; An Eighteenth Century Lodge, (1977-1979).  It was this last scheme that I remember from an early edition of World of Interiors.  Later work this style is to be found at Luggala (1997-2006), Waddesdon Manor (1990-2002), and Milgate Park (2002-2006).  At times it is Neo-Classical, at other times almost Neo-Victorian.  Sometimes, interestingly, 'Sixties'.  Perhaps it never went away.  (Though Thorpe Hall stands almost out of time.)  Anyway, Mlinaric moves with ease and admirable skill between styles, and with these remarkable skills he has contributed to the public realm here in the UK with restoration of Spencer House, London, the Royal Opera House, Convent Garden; The National Gallery; The National Portrait Gallery; and the design of The British Galleries at the V&A.  His knowledge must be encyclopaedic. 















Mlinaric on Decorating  Mirabel Cecil & David Mlinaric, Francis Lincoln Limited, 2008


Thursday, 23 April 2026

Own work: Current sketches

     I'm currently making preparatory sketches for a painting of the entrance façade of Gordon Wu Hall, Princeton.  Wu Hall dates from 1983 and is the work of Robert Venturi & Denise Scott Brown, an important piece of Postmodernism in architecture.  The building as a whole seems heavily indebted to British architecture of the fin-du-siècle and the Edwardian age; particularly, I think, the work of Sir Edwin Lutyens, and Charles Holden.  The entrance façade is startling when the rest of the building is red brick; it seems to reference the sort of patterns Lutyens used and also the facades of Italian renaissance churches  with their extensive marble plaquing.  Doing some research on another project yesterday, I had reason to look at the Sebastiano Serlio's book 'Regole Generali di Architetura' of 1537 published in Venice.  I wonder if the illustrations (woodcuts) in that book, and others, were an influence on this extraordinary facade? 

    Mixed media: biro, felt-tip, pencil & wax crayon.




St George

 

A Happy

St George's Day

to you all!



Tuesday, 21 April 2026

The Queen Elizabeth II Memorial, part 2: The Triumph of Mediocrity



  

   Yes, just when you thought it was safe to go in the water....


    Today marks what would have been the Queen Elizabeth II's hundredth birthday.  So, with a rather muted fanfare the final designs for the Queen Elizabeth II Memorial in St James's Park have been placed before the public.  Well, I think I might be rather muted if this is the best that we can do.  The images are from the Cabinet Office, and they cannot even manage to spell 'Commonwealth'.  I really shouldn't complain about this because, as any reader of this blog will have seen, my spelling is, at times, atrocious.
     Anyway, this morning X, nee Twitter, is mildly a-flutter with posts about this, and the tweeters, including myself, are not happy.  There is a sense that the design, which promises to be 'more than a landmark'. does the Late Queen a disservice.  People have been voicing their disappointment that there will be no equestrian statue of her Late Majesty, as illustrated in Foster + Partners submission.  Sadly, it was never that likely, I think - the five designs that went out to public consultation were merely in the way of an 'Early Proposed Design Concept'.  As Foster + Partners later(?) admitted the equestrian statue was merely there for 'scale'.  As I wrote in my previous post on this project, consultation was a P0temkin exercise.  Not only that, it was highly misleading. People supported the Foster scheme on the assumption that a) it was a serious concrete proposal and b) they were going to get an equestrian statue.
     So, what are we likely to get? Well, thanks to Foster + Partners and Lord Janvrin and his committee* we shall have the following: On the Mall we have a bronze statue of the Queen, by Martin Jennings, standing atop a stone pier, and (beyond the gates designed by Sir Aston Webb) an area with a bronze bust of the Queen on a stone plinth, by Karen Newman; followed by another area with a 'Commonwealth Compass' designed by Sir Norman Foster himself. At some point there will also be a bronze statue of the Late Duke of Edinburgh by Martin Jennings, a new bridge over the lake with a balustrade of cut glass inspired by Queen Mary's Tiara, which the Queen wore on her wedding day.  And then there is the sculpture by Yinka Shonibare, 'The Commonwealth Wind Sculpture'.  Apparently, there will be themed gardens with places for relaxation and reflection.   
     The words, reflection reflect and contemplation, re-occur throughout the material provided by the Cabinet Office; the Prime Minister is quoted thus on the Government website: "As our longest‑serving monarch, Queen Elizabeth II devoted her life to public service. The nation will commemorate her extraordinary reign with a memorial that offers a place of reflection for generations to come."  Nice to know everybody is on message.**
     Lord Foster says, "With a serene and contemplative atmosphere, there will be opportunities to rediscover – or perhaps for some to discover – the legacy of Her Majesty."  What does that even mean?
     We told that the design attempts to reflect (that word again) the Queen, as the Chairman of the Committee has written, "Our task has been to recommend a memorial capturing her role, her personality and what she meant to so many of us - whilst being of public benefit which was so important to her."  But how is that possible when so much of her private values, such as her Christian faith is omitted?  The official memorial website, run by Kanda Consulting, does talk about her 'private faith', but does not mention any concrete expression of that.  I remain sceptical.
     The result of all of this seems to be a design teetering on the incoherent.  We are given a bit of this and a bit of that.  Some of it, such as the new bridge - the 'Bridge of Unity' - strikes me as tawdry.  As for the sculptures by Foster and Shonibare, the latter looking rather like the ghost in Jonathan Miller's 1968 tv adaptation of 'Oh, Whistle and I'll Come to You, My Lad', are, a profound level, quite meaningless.  It is the triumph of mediocrity.

     I honestly believe that an equestrian statute would have been enough.

     






* Valerie Amos, Amelia Fawcett, Joe Garner, Alex Holmes, Keay, Sandy Nairne, and William Shawcross.  Nice work if you can get it.
** The Queen Elizabeth II Memorial website is no different.  It just bristles with insincerity.  As I said above the website is run/managed by Kanda Consulting, the Competition Website by Malcolm Reading Consultants.



Friday, 10 April 2026

'Checkered Past: A Visual Diary of the '60s and '70s'


But I sat back and looking forward
My shoes were high and I had scored
I'd bolted through a closing door
I would never find myself feeling bored


     I've been neglecting the blog of late, certainly neglecting the visual side of things, not being that happy.  It's all become a bit wordy.  Then lunchtime, for some reason, I suddenly thought of Peter Schlesinger's wonderful book 'Checkered Past: A Visual Diary of the '60s and '70s', published 2003 by Vendome Press.  I discovered this book on Ben Pentreath's Inspiration Blog over a decade ago now, and it has been a firm favourite of mine ever since.  It is a book of a slightly melancholic beauty.  Schlesinger's photographs are ravishing, sometimes possessing an ethereal quality, the result I think of the use of film.
     'Checkered Past' documents the American artist's ten years, or so, living in London from the late '60s to the late '70s.  When David Hockney returned to Britain in 1968, Schlesinger - then his lover - followed.  They settled in the then slightly seedy Notting Hill in w London.  In those days those grand stucco houses were subdivided into flats and bedsits.  It was a life poised between the bohemian and the Beau Monde.  A life that included, amongst a cast of seemingly thousands, such 'Somethingofthechamelon' favourites Cecil Beaton, Patrick Proctor, David Hockney, Min Hogg, Gala Mitchell, and Celia Birtwell; the social, the arts, applied arts and the intellectual. Socialites and plutocrats.  A life partially covered in Jack Hazzan's 1973 film 'A Bigger Splash', which purportedly covers the aftermath of the end of Schlesinger's relationship with David Hockney, and the creation of one of Hockney's most well known paintings, 'Portrait of an Artist'.
     It is a world that is slowly slipping from our grasp.  It essentially ended in the mid-70s after the Oil crises.  I think it was Sir Roy Strong, who moved in the same circles, who said that it was the last social great period, or words to that effect.  Certainly a more colourful world both in terms of the visual but also the character of those depicted.  There was definitely more place for the eccentric and the intellectual.














Checkered Past: A Visual Dairy of the 60s & 70s  Peter Schlesinger, Vendome Press, 2003

Sunday, 5 April 2026

Happy Easter

 


Christ is risen!

A Happy Easter to you all




Though Thou didst do down into the grave, O Immortal One, Yet Thou didst put down the power of Hades and didst rise a Conqueror, O Christ our God:
Thou speakest clear to the myrrh-bearing women, 'Rejoice';
Thou didst bestow peace upon Thine Apostles ,
And to the fallen Thou hast brought resurrection!

Thursday, 2 April 2026

Badger's Drift

     

     Off to Cardiff yesterday and a matinee performance of 'Badger's Drift' at the New Theatre.  This is an adaptation of 'The Killings at Badger's Drift', the first episode of the ITV detective series 'Midsomer Murders'.  The original screen adaptation of the novel by Caroline Graham was by Anthony Horowitz.  And I think, but am not entirely sure that the stage adaptation, written and directed by Guy Unsworth, was adaptation of the original screenplay rather than the novel.  It was, as can be imagined a bit meta at times; it might help to have some idea, at least, of the tv series. Anyway, this touring production stars Daniel Casey plus a very hard-working ensemble cast.  Fans of Midsomer will know Casey played DS Troy in the first six+ tv series.  I, though, am not a fan, (neither do I hate it); the theatre, however, was full of them, and that was good to see.  Interesting use of scenery etc, reminding me of a similar technique in the National Theatre of Wales adaptation of  Thornton Wilder's 'Our Town'. 


Wednesday, 1 April 2026

April


April by John Clare (1793-1864)


The infant april joins the spring
And views its watery skye
As youngling linnet trys its wing
And fears at first to flye
With timid step she ventures on
And hardly dares to smile
The blossoms open one by one
And sunny hours beguile

But finer days approacheth yet
With scenes more sweet to charm
And suns arrive that rise and set
Bright strangers to a storm
And as the birds with louder song
Each mornings glory cheers
With bolder step she speeds along
And looses all her fears
In wanton gambols like a child
She tends her early toils
And seeks the buds along the wild
That blossom while she smiles
And laughing on with nought to chide
She races with the hours
Or sports by natures lovley side
And fills her lap with flowers

Tuesday, 31 March 2026

Watkin's ire: 'Morality and Architecture'

 
   “The one who entirely devotes himself to the Zeitgeist is a poor wretch. The seek of innovation of the everlasting avant-garde has something castrating."


     'Morality and Architecture - The Development of a Theme in Architectural History and Theory from the Gothic Revival to the Modern Movement' is one of those texts, rather like 'Learning from Las Vegas' (1972) that helped break the strangle hold of Modernism on the architectural imagination.  It originated as a lecture given in 1968 to undergraduates at Cambridge by the then young  architectural scholar Dr David Watkin of Peterhouse.  He was 27.  It was first published in book form by the Oxford University Press in 1977.  My edition, by the University of Chicago Press, dates from 1984.
     That 'theme', Watkin argues, that architecture has become, since the 19th century, to be seen merely as a manifestation of 'something else' - e.g. religion or the 'spirit of the age'.  For example Pugin, for whom his preferred style of architecture, Gothic, was a confessional marker.  Not only that but the preferred style, of whatever colour, came to be seen as morally superior thing.  A thing of purity, and to reject that thing was morally reprehensible.
    The book then is rather like a 'Catena Patrum', a chronological catalogue of theorists, historians, and critics, many of whom once held considerable intellectual sway here and abroad but are now, I suspect, barely read. Watkins cast a wide net but the emphasis is upon British intellectuals of the past two centuries.  It commences in the first half of the 19th century with the Gothic architects and theorists, the British Augustus Pugin and the French Eugene Viollet-Le-Duc before passing on to the Arts Crafts architect and theorist, the sometimes esoteric, William Lethaby.  Whereas Pugin and Lethaby were excellent architects, and whose work I greatly admire, (indeed, I really rather like Pugin the polemicist).  The same cannot be said of Viollet-Le-Duc, for though he stands in a long chain of French architectural theorists right back to the late 17th century, some of his buildings, such as the church of Église Saint-Denis de l'Estrée, are execrable.
      So, into the 20th century and the names come thick and fast: Heinrich Wofflin, Bruno Taut, Le Corbusier, Lewis Mumford, Furneaux Jordan, Siegfried Giedion, Anthony Blunt, John Summerson, with their strange - if not overblown - rhetoric and, at times, dubious grip on architectural history.  Take Siegfried Giedion for example, here talking about the Arts and Crafts: 'The circle around William Morris strives for morally pure forms."
     Finally we reach Sir Niklaus Pevsner (1902-1983) - the whole of the penultimate chapter is dedicated to his writing.  It is an audacious act, for Pevsner was Watkin's Ph.D. supervisor.  Was there a personal animus at work?  According to wiki, Reyner Banham, the critic, in a review of 'Morality and Architecture' called it 'offensive'.  Writing Pevsner's obituary in The Spectator, 3rd September 1983, the architectural historian an critic, Gavin Stamp, writes of 'Morality and Architecture' as provoking 'bitter controversy'.
    Watkins shows how the Hegelian idea of the 'geist', the 'spirit', what Hegel referred to as 'Volkgeist' and 'Weltgeist' - usually referred to simply by the pre-Hegelian term 'Zeitgeist'.  Ernst Gombrich, quoted by Watkin, described 'This Hegelian wheel is really a secularized diagram of the divine plan; the search for a centre that determines the total pattern of a civilization is consequently no more, but no less, than the quest for an initiation into god's ways with man.'  It was increasingly used by critics, such as Pevsner, in the 20th century - rather like a priestly cast picking over the entrails of a sacrificial victim - to rather self-consciously promote Modernism.  And a cast they were: Reyner Banham, for instance, had been taught at the Courtauld by the likes of Niklaus Pevsner, Anthony Blunt and Siegfried Giedion, Giedion had in turn been taught by Heinrich Wofflin, who had been taught by Jacob Burckhardt.  Quite the catena.
     
     The literary equivalent of this book is Peter Carey's 1992 book 'The Intellectuals and the Masses'.  I suppose Carey's book can be seen as a repost to F R Leavis.  Both books are iconoclastic and may be considered as attacks on the Post-War settlement.


Further thoughts (04.04.2026):

     In 1961, alarmed at recent trends in British Modernism, Pevsner wrote an article entitled 'The Return of Historicism'.  Modernism of the functionalist variety, he thought, was under threat, things were definitely getting retardaire. (See also his response the construction of New Hall Cambridge by Chamberlain, Powell and Bon.) He was right; the 1950s & 60s, particularly in America (which Pevsner doesn't really mention in his article), saw the advent of an historically informed, poetic Modernism e.g. Louis Kahn (The Trenton Bath House, 1955); John M Johansen (The Bridge House, 1957); Edward Durrell Stone (The American Embassy, New Delhi, 1959), a sort of Postmodernism avant la lettre; the 1970s the emergence of a full blown Postmodernism.  Pevsner's pure Modernism of function had barely survived a generation*.  The Zeitgeist had simply shifted.


*  Not that it's hegemony had ever been total; much to Pevsner's annoyance there had been a number of Traditionally minded architects practicing throughout the post-war period.  In addition there were a similar numbers of interior designers producing traditional interiors that received a much more sympathetic coverage in the relevant press than trad architects did in the architectural press.


Further reading

'Morality and Architecture: The Development of a Theme in Architectural History and Theory from the Gothic Revival to the Modern Movement' David Watkin, Chicago University Press, 1977

'Morality and Architecture Revisited'  David Watkin, John Murray, 2001

'Pevsner: The BBC Years'  Stephen Games, Routledge, 2016

'Pevsner: The Complete Complete Broadcast Talks'   Stephen Games, Routledge, 2016


Tuesday, 17 March 2026

Oxford

 St Patrick

     Yesterday news reached 'X', Twitter as was, of a proposed new development for Oxford city centre - a place, I think, in sore need of help.  The proposal, by GP Clarendon Square Ltd, and designed by the traditionalist  Quinlan Terry Architects, is for the wholesale replacement of a shopping centre (in America called a 'mall'), the 'Clarendon Centre' dating from the 1984.  The images so far released into the public domain are very interesting.  This is from the planning application:

     "This proposal is for the refurbishment of the existing buildings through the opening up of the existing thoroughfares by removing the roof coverings and the opening of the very centre to form a large 41x42 metre landscaped square.
     "Quinlan Terry CBE has designed new classical design stone facades to the square and the existing elevations. These key elevations are Cornmarket Street and Queen Street."

     They represent a welcome return to traditional Urbanism, with a street and a large public square.  There are stone facades and neo-classical detailing, and correct scale.  All to the good.  (I suppose the usual suspects will complain.)
     And what I wonder will be the knock-on effect on places such as Newbury, in Berkshire, where there is a shopping centre of a similar age - empty and forlorn - awaiting redevelopment.

     Here are a couple of images of the Clarendon Centre proposal.  They have appeared on 'X' and in the Oxford press so not quite sure who to credit the images with except either 'Goldman Properties'/'GP Clarendon Square Ltd' or 'Quinlan Terry Architects'.




Sunday, 15 March 2026

Laurel and Hardy at The Grand

      To the Grand Theater last night and an evening of early Laurel and Hardy films (i.e. before the introduction of sound) with the melodious Neil Brand accompanying at the piano, (with occasional help from the audience).  Mr. Brand's nationwide tour is to celebrate the 100 anniversary of Laurel and Hardy's comedy partnership


Tuesday, 3 March 2026

'The Glittering Prizes'

      Perhaps one or twice a year I have had enough.  I concede defeat.  A novel is put aside unfinished.  It is a sort of failure, there is a lingering thought that it just might get better, but sometimes one just cannot continue reading it.  It has become unbearable.

     Last month was one of those times.  The book in question: 'The Glittering Prizes', by Frederick Raphael, published in 1976.  On the Penguin paperback edition of the actor Tom Conti as the main character Adam Morris, from the BBC adaptation 0f 1976.  I mean I wanted to like it.  Being set in post-war Cambridge I thought it might offer some incite into University life.  It may well have, but I can't get over the unlikeable, irritating characters. (Perhaps that's the point, perhaps that's the way they're meant to be) Not only that, they are all of an amorphous lump without any discernable character.  The best part was Adam's friendship with his fellow undergrad Donald - a sort of anti-Brideshead Revisited - it really was affecting.  But then we were back to University life....

     I tried the BBC adaptation in the hope it might help, and some extent it did, but it was spoilt by Tom Conti's bizarrely 'mannered' performance.

Monday, 2 March 2026

March

March by John Clare (1793-1864)


March month of 'many weathers' wildly comes
In hail and snow and rain and threatning hums
And floods: while often at his cottage door
The shepherd stands to hear the distant roar
Loosd from the rushing mills and river locks
Wi thundering sound and over powering shocks
And headlong hurry thro the meadow brigs
Brushing the leaning sallows fingering twigs
In feathery foam and eddy hissing chase
Rolling a storm oertaken travellers pace
From bank to bank along the meadow leas
Spreading and shining like to little seas
While in the pale sunlight a watery brood
Of swopping white birds flock about the flood

Friday, 20 February 2026

Own work: San Pietro della Immagini

     Have sort of finished this, the façade of the Sardinian Romanesque church of San Pietro della Immagini - St Peter of the Images.  The images being a Deposition group of polychromatic sculptures that was once housed in the church.  St Peter's is situated in the small town of Bulzi. Not really that happy with it, but I can't honestly see a way forward.  




Sunday, 15 February 2026

Turner and Constable

     Wednesday afternoon - during our trip to London - and I braved the miserable weather and headed off to Tate Britain on Millbank for the Turner & Constable exhibition.  It was very popular and some rooms quite crowded.  A very middle class crowd at that and too many interminable middle class conversations that would have been bearable if they happen to have been about the art. A little claustrophic at times, but not as crowded or unpleasant as the John Singer Sargent exhibition at the National Portrait Gallery back in 2015. That was downright dangerous.  Not to self: always go as early as possible.
     Anyway, back to Millbank.  This exhibition marks the 250th anniversary of the births of those two artistic titans of British art Turner (1775) and Constable (1776), and is rather like one of those exam questions 'compare and contrast the work of...'.  Each room contains an equal amount of both, and I (like everybody it seemed) zig-zagged between the two, though if it hadn't have been so crowded you could, I suppose, do one and then return to the start to do the other. Their work comes at the end of the 'Long 18th century', that 'long period of Whig Oligarchy', when the pace of change between Pastoral Britain and Industrial Britain began to pick up, and their art both consciously and unconsciously reflects this. And that's about it.  I've really run out of things to say, usually at an exhibition such as this I find something on which I can hang my hat.  But not this time.  The art was beautiful, the watercolours exquisite, and by the end of it I found I liked Constable a little more, and Turner a little less.  It was not however, at least when I was there, a place for contemplation.
     Finally, for a small confession.  I did not like all of the work on display.  I will go even further and say that there were some paintings I actively disliked, and thought were terrible.  In the penultimate room, which was dominated by vast canvasses, there were some absolute shockers.  There, I've said it.
    
     
     We ate at Le Pain Quotidien, Maison Berteaux, and Ta'mini and in the evenings at our perennial favourite Ciao Bella on Lambs Conduit St; Fushan on New Oxford St (I really liked the grilled aubergine); and Fig & Walnut on Marchmont St.  I also ate at the V&A and Tate Britain - the V&A was the better experience
     The real culinary discovery of this trip was, however, 'Aux Merveilleux De Fred' at St Pancras station. Founded by Frederic Vaucamps, this small chain of patisseries specialise in Northern French/Belgian delicacies such as Merveileux, Cramique and waffles.  We were very impressed.

Sunday, 1 February 2026

February

 
February by John Clare (1793-1864)


The snow has left the cottage top;
The thatch moss grows in brighter green;
And eaves in quick succession drop,
Where grinning icicles have been,
Pit-patting with a pleasant noise
In tubs set by the cottage-door;
While ducks and geese, with happy joys,
Plunge in the yard-pond brimming o'er.
The sun peeps through the window-pane;
Which children mark with laughing eye,
And in the wet street steal again
To tell each other spring is nigh:
Then, as young hope the past recalls,
In playing groups they often draw,
To build beside the sunny walls
Their spring-time huts of sticks or straw.

Tuesday, 27 January 2026

Rainy Old London

      Wednesday in London, and it rained all day, at least it felt like it.  I cancelled my trip into the City to look at churches and went to the V&A instead.  For a couple of hours, wandering through that vast and labyrinthine building, I surfeited on the decorative arts.  Here are some images of what I saw and liked. (The first object is the Easby Cross, from Northumbria AD800-820.  The carving is remarkable.  I am put in mind of Byzantine Ivories.  The final image is a head of the Buddha from ancient Gandhara, stucco with traces of colour.  Top knot derived from Greek statues of Apollo.)