Thursday, 30 March 2017

Leighton House, Holland Park and Kensington


I am up bright and early again.  London twice in a week!  Not ideal but it's the last few days of a must see exhibition.  (that's from my perspective of course).  With limited effort Phyllis and I are off down the hill for the early train to Paddington again.  Three stops on the circle line and I am back at one of my old haunts.  I have vivid memories of coming to High St Kensington back in 82/83 to see my friend Big Jules.  




It's not changed so much but I am sure beneath the facade a different population now inhabits this area.  Only the older people will be anything other than super well off; thanks to the obscene problem we have with property prices. 




I like this advertisement.  


To get to my destination I cross Holland Park.  
It is lovely and warm and I feel over dressed, especially in the feet!  

The park is spread across fifty-four acres of what used to be the grounds of Cope Castle, a large Jacobean mansion hidden in the woods. It was built by Sir Walter Cope in the early seventeenth century. It was renamed Holland House when the Earl of Holland’s wife Lady Rich inherited the property.
Holland House was badly damaged during World War II. One wing was saved and is used as a youth hostel. A remaining section of the front terrace is now used as a distinct backdrop for the park's summertime open-air theatre productions and classical concerts. see below. 



I leave the park and am immediately in the area that was inhabited by the Holland Park Circle.




The Holland Park Circle was an informal group of nineteenth century artists who congregated to this area following Sir, Later Lord Frederic Leighton.  All but one were Royal Academicians.   Read about them here 

Frederic Leighton (3 December 1830 – 25 January 1896), known as Sir Frederic between 1878 and 1896, was the English painter and sculptor who I am focussing on today.  I am particularly interested in one of his last paintings, and the most famous, Flaming June.  I was captivated by this work when I visited my friend in Manhattan in 2014.  It was on show at the Frick Museum, NYC.   Leighton was bearer of the shortest-lived peerage in history; after only one day his hereditary peerage ended with his death.
I imagine this was the least of his worries.  

Frederic was born in Scarborough to a family in the import and export business. His father was a doctor.  Educated at University College, he subsequently received his artistic training on the European continent.  I like to think that this broadened his mind.  Leighton was often described, in fact derided for not being properly British in outlook!  From 1855 to 1859 he lived in Paris, where he met Delacroix.
In 1860, he moved to London, where he associated with the wonderful Pre-Raphaelites.  In 1864 he became an associate of the Royal Academy and in 1878 he became it's President (1878–96).  Leighton remained a bachelor and rumours of his having an illegitimate child with one of his models in addition to the supposition that Leighton may have been homosexual continue to be debated today. Enquiry is furthermore hindered by the fact that Leighton left no diaries and his letters are telling in their lack of reference to his personal circumstances. No definite primary evidence has yet come to light that effectively dispels the secrecy that Leighton built up around himself, although it is clear that he did court a circle of younger men around his artistic studio. His asthetic late Victorian house in Holland Park, which is Grade II* listed, has been turned into a museum, the Leighton House Museum. It contains many of his drawings and paintings, as well as some of his former art collection. The house is beautiful, featuring many of Leighton's inspirations, including his collection of Iznik tiles. Its centrepiece is the magnificent Arab Hall.   This takes me back to my time in Andalucia.  The strong arts and crafts influence is also pleasing.  In fact the house, which has been open to the public since 1929, is utterly sumptous and a total delight. 
Much of the artist's art is on display including the build up and preparatory works for Flaming June. 
 Flaming June: The Making of an Icon (4 November 2016 - 2 April 2017) is a landmark exhibition for Leighton House Museum, returning Leighton’s most famous and celebrated work to the artist's house from the Museo de Arte de Ponce in Puerto Rico.
Depicting a sensual, sun-drenched, sleeping female figure wrapped in orange draperies against a Mediterranean backdrop, the exhibition explores the extraordinary story of this picture, from its creation in Leighton’s studio, its first critical reception at the Royal Academy, through its ‘disappearance’ in the middle of the twentieth century, its acquisition by Luis A. Ferré, Governor of Puerto Rico for the Museo de Arte de Ponce in 1963 and subsequent rise to international fame as one of the most memorable and reproduced images in the whole of British art.

Leighton PaintingAt Leighton House Museum, Flaming June is shown beside the other works submitted by Leighton to the Academy that year, all of which were memorably captured and photographed on easels in Leighton’s studio immediately prior to being sent to the Academy in 1895. They make a fascinating and revealing group, representative of themes and subjects that had informed Leighton’s work over the preceding decades. The Maid with Golden Hair, Twixt Hope and Fear and Candida are on loan from private collections with Lachrymae coming from the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York. The re-gathering of these pictures places Flaming June back into the context of its original exhibition, providing a compelling starting-point for exploring its history.  Leighton was already unwell with the heart condition, angina, that would kill him at the time he made this last Academy submission. It is almost certain that were he alive now, he would have had a much longer and more comfortable innings.  The assembled pictures represent his last statement as an artist and allow a reappraisal of his achievements, relating these five works back to the career that led up to their production and understanding the legacy of a creative life that was close to it's end.
Here is the highlight.  Flaming June.  I do not know, or I cannot explain why I love this painting so much.  It is soothing, lifelike and amazing.



I would like to meet Frederic.

I enjoy a very mediocre panini in a nice quiet cafe on the High St then swelter in the train and while cycling up hill. When I get home in my tights and wooly dress I discover it has been 22 degsC.  The hottest March day on record!   It is my wedding anniversary.  Twenty  seven years ago the weather was equally lovely but a mere 20 degs.

After a long reviving bath I am out canvassing for the LDs and eating wonderful home made pizza.  Finally the groom turns up from the other side of the world!

Tuesday, 28 March 2017

Springtime in London




It's a lovely spring day and I wake bright and early having readjusted to the clock change.  All ready for a day out in London!  But first.....blueberries and porridge.  

I enjoy my cycle to the station on Phyllis followed by the nice big eight coach 9.24 (slightly delayed).  I seek solicitude in the quiet compartment

After a fruitless search for Time Out, the circle line takes me to St James and soon I am re-united with my lovely old friends (old as in long standing that is) in the cafe.


After a walk in the Royal Parks, we picnic with my lovely daughter in Green Park.  The photo of her has been labelled horrendous and so will not be appearing.

I really love the exhibition, Revolution, Russian Art 1917-1932.  There is more info here .  I learn a lot about the revolution, which sadly, I feel extrapolates quite well to the current USA, and buy a short book so as to learn more.  I am also re-united with the optimistic Marc Chagall of the 1920s as he swings his bride in the air, a painting I also saw in the Museo Ruso .  I see paintings, films and photographs in a style I have not really encountered before.  They depict the offical Stalinist version of socialist art as well as examples from when things became temporarily more flamboyant and liberal 



Top Left Clockwise: Deineka Ping Pong, Lebedev Portrait of the Dancer and Choreographer, Advertisement Rodchenko and Mayakovsky, Unknown Advertisement. Many Thanks to JT.

We have tea in the best table of The Keep, overlooking the now heavily securitised coutyard and enjoy delicious cakes.  

We say our sad farewells and I walk to Belgravia for a talk.  I ponder the sad events of tomorrow as I pass the Belgian Embassay



then the Italian 


My talk at the Buddhist Society is really good tonight.   Is is about the 
I am left realising that one of these has been affecting my judgement most of the day. No further details!  

The train is too busy (more hindrances), I eat a squashed peanut butter sandwhich and go home to beer and Broadchurch!  

Sunday, 26 March 2017

Oxford in Springtime

The clocks sprung forward last night but I cope.  I am out bright and early at the new 9am in glorious sunshine.  It's chilly though. 

You cannot beat the almond croissants at cafe loco where I have breakfast and meet my friend.  

Next we are back in harris manchester chapel .  I cannot argue with the sentiments in the Burne Jones windows. 
 


The services of the unitarians never fail to uplift me.  Today the highlights are the address on Liberalism and a reading from the Buddhist Scriptures on the futilty of worrying about life after death.  

We emerge to find the EU flag still flying high. 







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I also wonder about the time I was four years old and had injections for pneumonia in Pendlebury Hospital.  What a horrible time.  I still remember being made to eat cornflakes, the fish tank and missing Mummy who could not visit much. I think the injections were streptomycin not penicillin.  I think the former should have been mentioned in the ex, but it is pretty good.  Interestingly, I don't have a horrible memory of the injections.  

Back out into the spring day. 


  
We have a wander around Christchurch Meadows and then it is back to the Park and Ride.



What a lovely day. 


Tuesday, 21 March 2017

Another trip to London

I get the train late morning after doing some admin on a sunny and cold day.  I have lunch with my baby in Green Park then walk all the way to Tate Britain via St James Park. 
I love the city but wish ordinary people could live at it's heart. 

I arrive tired but am soon envigorated by the  Hockney Exhibition at tate-britain I enjoy early work from the 60s which I have not seen before.


More classic work from the 60s and 70s



The Artist's parents


Then I am into the 80s


Lastly I enjoy works produced in Yorkshire which we saw a few years ago as well as the iPad series. 


Best of all were his amazing sketches including a self portrait done when David was 17 in 1954, the year I was born.

Revived by a massive piece of carrot cake and a pot of earl grey I wander through Pimlico to the Buddhist Society for a talk on the early scriptures. 

I have a peaceful train ride home amused by a little black pug.






Sunday, 19 March 2017

More on York

I have found a great haunt on Micklegate where I can get a yummy breakfast.  Look at this!


Thank you gulp and graze

I walk through the lovely old town to conference, where I have a great session on social media but depress myself at the Trident debate.


Read more here
The speeches against Trident were so much better than those in favour. They so miss the point. It is a mystery to me why the vote was lost.  I am really sad and head off to drown my sorrows in Brewdog York with my mate.  I love their beer.


Having recuperated, we enjoy dinner at delrios
Brilliant and very big pizza!  So good to catch up with old friends, but sorry to miss the local dinner.  

I take it easy next day after a great night's sleep.  I arrive at conference in time to chat with an expert.  The auditorium is packed for the final speeches.  More people are discouraged from entering.  My lift is cynical but the rest of us are bowled over by Tim's closing speech.  Every sentence a gem. enjoy!

Home in time for a dinner cooked by my wonderful girl who has been rabbit and house sitting. 

Friday, 17 March 2017

Travelling North for politics, historic culture and friendship

An early start today!  I am travelling to York with some LibDem friends.  We are off to the Spring Conference.  Suddenly, we know we are in the North.  This view prompts us to discuss our forthcoming meeting on air pollution.  I must do some research on the health aspects. I know it's all very serious; there are thousands or tens of thousands of excess deaths each year. 


We arrive after a smooth and uneventful journey.  It is very cold and I am really tired but this does not stop me heading out. 


Read about the city walls, which are shown above and below  here


I enjoy toast, wifi and a pleasant enviroment at cafe concerto
Feeling fortified I wander round York Minster 




I spend a while wondering if I should spend £10 to enter.  I decide to bite the billet.  I am soon very glad I did so.  I am told it costs 20K per day to run this place and I do believe it.  I learn this on a brilliant tour with David.  This lasts over an hour and is fascinating.  Three fires.  Nearly two thousand years of history.  Actual medieval glass.  I am sorry for the quality of my photos but read more here




Later, to the opening speeches then dinner with friends in my hotel.  Mushy peas and nice conversation.

Friday, 3 March 2017

Day Trip to Bath


Here's Sam (starting off as he means to continue), on the delayed 10.28 from Reading. Usual thing about a broken down train.  This government really needs to see to the infrastructure.  Despite all this I am calm!  We met up with T's very nice cronie from east of the Royal Country at Reading and we cycled down to the station mid morning in pouring rain.  Who cares!  Have waterproofs, will travel.  

On arrival, the CAMRA crowd do their thing while I catch up with my lovely ex Medical Director.  We have an update on family matters and then solve the NHS's problems for it.  We both want all medics salaried and no private work.  M wants an insurance system.  I want to increase taxation (and get rid of Trident of course)  This important summit takes place at the wonderful Thoughtful Bakery.  


Lovely pea soup then mango tart with peppermint tea.  Wish I had bought some bread!  

Next we have a wander in the Holburne Gallery.  I make a note to return to see the Bruegel exhibition before June. The museum is housed in a beautiful old Georgian house set by the canal.  I am very glad Sir William bequeathed his collection to the people of Bath.  Read about the art works in the permanent collection  here

Read about the Bruegel exhibition here

A short walk along the Kennet and Avon (which I have walked in it's entirety in the not too distant past)  brings us to M's. 


M lives in the newest of the Georgian terraces (cc1790) in a house which was most recently a school.  He converted it all himself being a bit of a construction whizz kid.


After a nice cup of tea and putting the final touchs to our plans for the UK and the NHS we head off to The Old Green Tree, which is cosy and warm.  My pint of Pitchfork is amazing!  The Cronies stream in and join us in due course.  Read about this brilliant pub here 

We get the best service I have ever known in a JD Wetherspoon's at The King of Wessex.  The waiter is very attentive and helpful.  He even wipes the table; a job I usually do myself in Spoons.  The Bath Gem is good too but the food, which is usually fine, is indeed, true to C's prediction, rather disgusting!  GWR does not let us down for our return journey and we make our connection at Westbury.  

A slow wet cycle up the hill and we are greeting by Hermes the rabbit who runs around making his 'happy' noise when we finally get home at 10pm.  A really great day. 

Wednesday, 1 March 2017

Twenty Four Hours in the Capital

Yesterday afternoon, complete with flask of tea, cake and overnight bag, I boarded the 15.57 to London.  The rush hour tube was quite manageable and soon it was dusk in Kentish Town and I was with my daughter.  I was lucky enough to meet her new flat mate before we rushed off to an event organised by Cambden Lib Dems.  In the brand new Hawley Road Primary School we had apple juice and nibbles and a good old catch up about her time in Malaga.  Baroness Claire Tyler arrived and spoke about her experience campaigning for parity between mental and physical health.  There was some optimism as she really believes mental health is getting a lot of attention and has seen pockets of excellence in some areas.  We battle on.  It finished too late for us to get into the pancakes, we had to get to J's excellent local to meet my chums.  Yes, my daughter lives a stone's throw from this award winning pub.  

http://www.tappingtheadmiral.co.uk/ 

Excellent beers and pasta were enjoyed then we headed on the overground to 
Kensall Rise where my mates live.  It was the first time I had seen their first floor flat.  Very cosy and welcoming it is too.  

This morning after porridge and a walk in Queen's Park I was back on the overground to Highbury & Islington.  Fab to be in the city and enjoying good transport links.  I meet my mate for coffee at the Italian Cafe at the Estorick Museum.  It's run by two young Spanish men!   This small museum, which has recently been beautifully refurbished, is free (except for the exhibitons)  It houses a substantial collection of Italian Modernist art, which has been bequeathed to the public by Eric Estorick, the distinguished American dealer.  Read about the building and the artists in this wonderful collection here. 

http://www.estorickcollection.com/

The main reason for my visit was to see the exhibition War in the Sunshine, featuring the paintings of Sydney Carline (1888-1929).  Sydney produced thrilling drawings and paintings of aerial battles which were much admired by his contemporaries Paul Nash and C.R.W. Nevinson.  Stanley Spencer was his brother in law and it is my interest in Stanley that wetted my apetite for this event.  

http://www.estorickcollection.com/exhibitions/war-in-the-sunshine-the-british-in-italy-1917-1918

Sydney first created such imagery in his own time as a fighter pilot flying a Sopwith Camel, but was subsequently engaged as an official war artist attached to the RAF.   He was a gentle man who loved flying.  We are told he made rough sketches while actually single handed in the air.  I drew parallels with texting while driving in our era.  I had no expecations but was bowled away by Sydney.  See the link above for some of his wonderful work. 

Ernest Brooks (1878-1941) worked as an official photographer on the Western Front, and is best known for his iconic images of British forces on the Somme and at Passchendaele. The lesser known photographs he took during his assignment to Italy sensitively portray the plight of front-line combat troops and dispossessed Italian civilians scratching a living behind Anglo-Italian lines. The images captured by William Joseph Brunell (b. 1878) reveal an instinctive feel for the stunning views of northern Italy’s mountainous terrain, but he also produced intimate and sympathetic images of the young Italian women employed by the British Army Service Corps, unloading railway wagons or washing British Army uniforms.

War in the Sunshine offers very different perspectives on this late phase of World War One, fought in what was undoubtedly one of the most formidable and challenging terrains of the entire conflict. 

Read more about Sydney here 

Next we took the tube to Green Park and met my own lovely art historian for a snack lunch.  D and I then walked to Temple.  A few years ago I went to Open Doors at  2 Temple Place and was back today to see Sussex Modernism, Retreat and Rebellion.  

http://twotempleplace.org/exhibitions/2017-2/ 

This is an extensive and comprehensive exhibition bringing together arts and crafts work form the late Victorian Era to the 60s; from Eric Gill (who it is hard to love) to Lee Miller, and featuring of course, the Bloomsbury Group.  Much of this was familiar to me from my frequent visits to the area with my own Sussex Man but I have noted down a few new places to visit with him.  Highly worth while and free. 

Finally, here is the link to 2 Temple Place http://twotempleplace.org/

Home on a fast train for fish, chips and a beer!  

A very successful day!