Smorgasbord sounds so much better than buffet, doesn’t it, a buffet of inspiration isn’t quite the same. Although saying that I’ve actually started to like it.
I’ve been to London for a few days, with an old friend; well, not old in that sense, she would be quick to point out, I’ve just known her since we were eleven.
I love London, it’s like no where else in the UK. We did much flaneuring, walking quite a few miles each day, which had the added bonus of a small weight loss. You see, exercise does work, it’s just that I can’t fit in several hours a day walking when I’m working. More breaks like this one needed, then.
We went to see the Matisse exhibition at Tate Modern, which was wonderful. It’s quite likely that this many of his cut out pieces will never be seen together again, I have heard, such was the work involved to bring it all to fruition. I particularly enjoyed his artist’s book, Jazz. After that we went to the Bankside Gallery to see the RE Original Print Exhibition. This gallery hosts some exhibition gems; I was fortunate enough to see the Society of Wood Engravers show there in February too, after another trip to Tate Modern to see the Klee exhibition.
After a nice stroll along the Thames we dropped in to a premiere for the film Belle. Well no, actually we watched the participants arrive, from a good vantage point on Waterloo Bridge; sadly we weren’t invited onto the red carpet. It was fun to watch all the shenanigans though.
The next day was rather good weather, so we walked along Regent’s Canal, having a look at Central Saint Martins and some very chic flower beds. Well, astro turf and bedding plants, but a long way from the country cottage garden look.
Walking through Hyde Park I took a fair amount of pictures of these urns in the Italianate Gardens. I have a feeling they will feature in some new work, along with some other inspiration from the British Museum, coming up below.
We covered quite a lot of London on that day. I loved this beautiful mews, with their potted front gardens. A lovely meal in an Italian restaurant followed. My friend first went there in 1979, and it’s still run by the same family. It was like being in Italy, which was a double bonus, Italy in London.
We were staying in Bloomsbury, and as our final day promised storms, we stayed closer to home, and Euston station. So it was trip to the British Museum, where instead of traipsing through the whole thing, or trying to, we had a really good look at the Enlightenment Gallery, which is certainly a beautiful room. The natural world section afforded some interesting images which although not the best images ever taken, due to poor light levels and the fact I was the photographer, are really on my mind. I knew they would be dodgy, but that made them more exciting and compelling, apart from their content, which always deeply interests me, although I don’t approve of the collecting methods of the past I do, in that invariably contradictory way we seem to live our lives, find the objects fascinating and amazing. I daresay I will bore you with more of these smudgy pictures in the future, but here are a couple.
I was also thrilled by some Egyptian jewellery, and in fact have been thinking of using some imagery in gold and gold leaf in whatever new work happens next for some time. There were ancient shards of sheet gold that were really beautiful, now waiting forever to be made into artefacts.
After this, for a complete change, to the Cartoon Museum to see the 30th Anniversary of Spitting Image exhibition. If you liked Spitting Image, which I did, I would recommend you see this show; but, it’s finished, we just caught it, happily for us.
After that, a lovely walk around the Bloomsbury Squares and gardens, of which there are quite a few. One last ingredient of my inspirational smorgasbord, the London plane, one of my favourite trees. They lose small pieces of bark which could be integrated into a piece of work, something else I may consider.