Peter Doig at the Tate

13. 03. 08 Thursday. Went up to Tate Britain today to see the Peter Doig expo. Very inspirational. First of all I was impressed at the size of his paintings – for some reason I had always thought that they were smaller. I liked the uneasiness of the work – they all have a certain haunting quality which makes you wonder about what happened or what might happen. Also, particularly in the earlier paintings, I really like the layers and textures of the actual paint which seems to give them a luminescent quality. I found I preferred the earlier paintings to the later ones. The later ones do not seem as interesting either from a painting point of view or from the point of view of subject. The one thing that I did find fascinating was the room with his studies and sketches – it was interesting to see where he was coming from and to see how the work evolved. I liked his painting of that tunnel on the DVP with the rainbow colours.

Friday 19. 12. 14 Artsy have asked me to share this link https://artsy.net/artist/peter-doig-2.

Christmas in Canada

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I spent Christmas in Toronto visiting friends and generally trying to stay in touch, house sitting Maryann and Gregory’s house and looking after their dog Jake. Julia and Daisy stayed with me whilst they were in town so Jake was quite happy having all this new company and in particular he enjoyed Daisy who was always either taking him for walks or bathing him! Snow before Christmas allowed Daisy to renew her tobogganing skills and just after Christmas I was also lucky enough to be around when Poppy first began to walk. She is now really mobile and is constantly exploring and keeping everybody on their toes too. En route back to Clermont stayed with Julia and Daisy in Windsor for 10 days before heading back down here. Whilst in the UK visited the Sir John Soane Museum in London and also went to an exhibit of Sickert nudes at the Courtauld. The Soane is really worth a visit to see what he did with natural light in a Georgian house and also to see the collection of original Hogarth paintings.

Kew Gardens

17. 09. 07. I had scattered Dad’s ashes at Kew Gardens after he died and wanted to scatter Mum’s there too. Mum has been kept in a cupboard at Julia’s since then, so today was the day. Carole and I took the train to Richmond and then on to Kew Gardens. Dad was illegally scattered in the Lilac garden so we found it again on the map and after lurking and checking no one was looking, I scattered them. Again I was amazed at how many ashes there were. I remember when I scattered Dad’s there was this huge white cloud blowing around the garden which I tried to ignore. This time there was no wind so the whole operation was more discreet. Afterwards when I was well away from the Lilac garden I had a great sense of satisfaction and of having done the right thing. As a young boy I remember being dragged off to Kew Gardens seemingly every Sunday as both Mum and Dad loved the place so its seems a fitting resting place for both of them. Today there was a new Henry Moore show on too and his sculptures work very well at Kew. Unfortunately the batteries on my camera ran out so I couldn’t take any pictures but you can see them on the highlighted website.

Regent’s Canal

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16. 09. 07. Beautiful morning, warm and sunny. We had decided to take a trip on the Regent’s canal so caught the train up to Paddington and then tube across to Warwick Avenue. Walked over to Little Venice and Jason’s boats and queued up for the 12.30 boat. The trip took about 45 minutes and went from Little Venice past Browning’s Island through a couple of tunnels, under bridges, even through the London Zoo, to Camden Lock. A very leisurely trip seemingly miles from the bustle of central London until we arrived at Camden Lock and Camden market. After the tranquil canal with its overhanging trees and regency mansions the market was a rabbit warren of colour and activity. There seemed to be countless stalls selling everything from celtic jewellery to Goth gloves to sculpture withj of course the ubiquitous Starbucks. It was medieval! We wandered around here with about a million other people amidst the smell of food and the sounds of many different languages for a couple of hours before catching the boat back to Little Venice and then back to Windsor on a very crowded train.

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Gormley Show Hayward Gallery

14.07.07 Daisy and I went up to the Southbank Centre to see the new Anthony Gormley show. En route from Waterloo station we encountered one of the many figures that Gormley has cast of himself and has positioned on numerous vantage pointsgormley-1.jpgnear the gallery. The show consists of cast iron casts of Gormley’s body, stainless steel molecular-like versions of bodies in various poses, a maze-like installation of concrete pieces called Allotment based on the dimensions of 300 life size inhabitants from Malmo aged 1.5 – 80 years old! A foetal shape cut out from slices of Mother’s Pride bread, a space station and the really disorienting Blind Light which is a large room-sized space filled with fog. You walk in and literally cannot see your hand in front of your face. All this plus prints and, drawings and photos makes this a truly inspiring show.
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Le Grand Depart – Tour de France London

07.07.07 Went up to London to see the Prologue of the Tour. Beautiful sunny day for a change. Lots of people which makes you realise how big London parks really are. Caravanne started the whole thing off with floats going around the course with pretty girls throwing samples to the crowd. All very jolly. Riders warming up very colourful, lots of spandex and very high tech bikes with carbon rear wheels. Hard to see much on the actual course so watched most of it lounging on the grass watching the large screens. The hopes were that a Brit might win as this was the first time the start was in London but Fabian Cancellar, a Swiss, won with an average speed of 53.7 kph.

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A day in London at the galleries

Decided to have a day in town so I bought the Travel card and went in on the 9.23. The first stop was the Host Gallery just off Old Street in the city. There was a show entitled Hard Men and Heroes by Stephan Vanfleteren who shoots gritty back and whites. The photos showed scenes and portraits of cyclists and spectators of the various cycle races that culminate in the tough Tour of Flanders. The show coincides with the beginning of the Tour de France in London on Saturday. Great photos of some really tough looking men who live in this cold, drizzly part of Belgium.

From there I made my way to the Tate Britain on Millbank to see the Turner watercolours. En route I passed by the old offices at John Murray where I first worked in 1959 – now but a large hole! The Turner show was partially curated by David Hockney and was brilliant. Talk about ahead of his time! I was really floored by his ‘colour beginning’ sketches which are very gestural and abstract but then you check out some of his studies of architecture and you wonder how he did them – they are so tight and wonderfully accurate. No wonder the guy was successful. I also like the fact that he travelled in the summer and then spent the winter in the studio doing large studio pieces. He owned his own gallery on Harley Street and exhibited once a year. There were also some new Hockneys at the Tate – a watercolour in the Turner show and five of his new large multi canvas paintings of Yorkshire. Interesting idea but I find his new palette a bit garish. Lunched on the steps of the Tate and then caught a bus up to Piccadilly. Rode on top at the front and was again amazed at London. The Horseguards in Whitehall looked younger than ever and I was fascinated by the variety of decoration and the rooflines of the houses. Also noticed how effective the Congestion Tax appears to be. it is still crowded but at least it moves now.

Got off bus at Albemarle Street where I worked from 1961 – 1963 – still a very elegant address. Walked along Piccadilly to the Royal Academy where I bought a ticket £6 – for seniors for the Summer Show. Huge show with every conceivable kind of art. Big Hockney but again weird palette and a massive Anselm Keifer complete with lead submarine and the roots of something sprouting out of it. Loads of paintings of all sizes and a surprising number of large drawings but nothing cheap. Lots of red dots. Also a lot of people looking and taking notes. I think that if you can get in, one can probably sell from here. After all this culture I caught the tube to Waterloo and met Julia and her friend Donna and we had a tasty and cheap fish and chip supper at a place on Waterloo Road just by the Old Vic. Julia and I then returned to Windsor.