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A day in Nottingham with Rowan and Lola

Took Rowan and Lolly out for the day on Saturday. Rowan made her usual protests about wanting to stay at home, but they were less emphatic than usual, and pretty soon forgotten once we’d left the house. We caught the bus into town, train to Nottingham, and taxi to Keyworth where I collected the car (quelle shock! I’m another 500 quid poorer, after having the clutch replaced, new rear brake pipe and associated fittings, and seat stripped down and re-welded to get rid of its awkward wonkiness).
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Kandinsky in Paris and the Pompidou Centre

We were spending a day in Paris, and everyone had their own idea of which Paris attraction they would choose for their desert island. My own choice was the Centre Pompidou, primarly because I had heard it housed the world’s largest collection of paintings by Kandinsky. My desire to visit dated back to the days when I could be single-minded enough to have a favourite anything (musician = Bill Laswell, author = M. John Harrison, artist = Wassily Kandinsky, film = Eraserhead, etc. etc.), and although my tastes now change more from day-to-day, I was still keen to see some of the great man’s work. I had only ever seen 2 or 3 Kandinskys, small ones at that, at the Tate gallery in London and the National gallery in Cardiff, and it always amazed me how pictures that appear so flat and graphical on the printed page could disguise a human 3rd dimension of brush-strokes and coloured sands applied to the canvas.
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John Hoyland at the Graves Gallery

Yesterday, after a leisurely shopping trip around Sheffield (leisurely mainly because we had to stop off at a café every 20 minutes or so, to allow Gill to breast-feed Morgan), we popped into the Graves Gallery. One of their exhibitions was of the work of John Hoyland; it was wonderful – huge, huge canvases (in an almost suitably large space) splatted with simple bright colours. I wrote in the guest book that it made me want to dance. Almost everyone else who had written seemed to love the show too, although one person said that it was an “insult to call this art – a 3 year-old could do better”. Rowan seemed to be of a similar opinion: her very words were “I could make a painting like that – it’s not very special, there’s nothing clever about it, just colours”.

Also in the gallery was “Changing Galleries”, a workshop event. Visitors were given cardboard boxes and encouraged to fill and decorate them using the large array of materials on hand. I think Rowan’s attempt was more guided by her abilities than her favourite things – she stuck coloured material and tissue paper on the surface of her box (as well as sticking a cup cut from an egg-box inside, which she said was a nutshell) and she told the helper that her favourite things were “yellow, red and green”. I scrawled “Snuggles” on the big roll of paper hanging from the wall, and made a person – body of 2 egg-box cups, head of another, covered in felt and with arms & hands of rolled up felt. The arms I then wrapped around another, smaller person – body of 1 egg-box cup, head of a smaller cup from between the eggs. I stuck my snuggles sculpture into Rowan’s box, and felt a glow of creativity – it was the first “thing” I had made in years, really made me feel good to do something with my hands for a change. Photos of us artists holding our creations will be made into a montage for the opening of the new Millennium Galleries.