last Thursday evening i [along with a cast of thousands] was a guest at the opening of
Turner from the Tate
there are an overwhelming number of pictures in the exhibition
if you go
allow a whole day
take a picnic lunch and perhaps a yoga mat for a nanna-nap in the afternoon.
i was enchanted by
J.M.W. Turner's travelling paintbox
it's metal
[a rather slimmer and more elegant version of my own portable studio : simply an old Brockhoff's biscuit tin]
and contains delightful glass-stoppered bottles of pigments
small bundled pig's bladders
and more
Turner was an enthusiastic wanderer
in pursuit of wild landscapes
in some of his marine paintings the vessels seem to be tacking against opposing winds
perhaps there were curious meteorological phenomena
and i do wonder how some of those bits of cloth casually draped across the bodies of women in his paintings stayed put in the days before double-sided tape
but his rendering of the impression of light is wonderful.
utterly.
and his orderly paintbox
has inspired me to try and tidy mine
shown here emptied of its contents
so as to facilitate a bit of panel-beating
after its most recent experience with the flying kangaroo
BTW that black blob is not usually packed in the box
it is Felix
graciously assisting me with my labours
has inspired me to try and tidy mine
shown here emptied of its contents
so as to facilitate a bit of panel-beating
after its most recent experience with the flying kangaroo
BTW that black blob is not usually packed in the box
it is Felix
graciously assisting me with my labours