1. London by light

Rod Heyes at Tate Britain, 8 March 2014

Today was a beautiful early spring day and so John and I went to Tate Britain. The portico was built in 1897 by Sidney R.J. Smith.

Tate Britain 1

Sydney Smith's Portico

Sydney Smith’s Portico



Smith also designed the dome inside. There is a joy in walking through the renovations underneath this dome: Rod Heyes and Caruso St John Architects have created a sensitive set of relationships.

Tate Britain 4

Tate Britain 5.

Tate Britain 11

Tate Britain 3.

Of course we wandered around doing our usual things, including going to the members’ room.

Tate Britain 6.

Tate Britain 9.

Tate Britain 10

And we enjoyed the exhibition on ruins.

Tate Britain 12



Surprise at the Electric Ballroom, 7 February 2014

Wednesday afternoon, 5th of February, we noticed the queue outside the Electric Ballroom was huge. It went around the corner at Buck Street and into Kentish Town Road. I googled and figured it was Prince because he had done a “secret” gig there the night before. Then the rains came. I felt sorry for the people standing in the rain, some without umbrellas. But not for long. Next time I looked out there was a pretty display of appropriately – purple umbrellas. I guess the online property website, Zoopla, was alert to this.

Queue in the rain for Prince.  aa

Queue in the rain for Prince. aa

Queue for Prince in Camden High Street.

Queue for Prince in Camden High Street.



George Monbiot nailed it, 15 January 2014

My tree witch is screaming.
The Tree Witch


This etching borrows its title from Peter Viereck’s 1961 play/poem – The Tree Witch. She is a Dryad and has been captured and tortured by a collective contemporary man. This poem/play works for present day Britain where we have the nature of flooding completely misunderstood by the environment secretary, Owen Paterson, “the worst environment secretary Britain has ever suffered.” See George Monbiot’s brilliant article in the Guardian, 14 January 2014: Drowning in Money: The Pig-headed policies that make flooding inevitable.

Owen Paterson boasts that hill farmers on the least productive land “will now receive the same direct payment rate on their upland farmlands as their lowland counterparts.” The farmers will be paid, yes paid, to remove trees and scrubs that absorb much of the water falling from the hills. And they will no longer be given subsidies for further tree planting.

And this, with no reference to all the good work done by the British government for other countries. For decades Britain has been funding scientists throughout the world in the study of hydrology: helping other countries to protect their upland forests as a means for preventing communities downstream from being flooded away. And also helping them organise the engineering to return curves and bends into straightened, scoured rivers.

It’s so simply wrong, what the present British government is doing. Their philosophy seems to be that land exists only to support landowners. See the problem of grouse shooting estates with drained and burnt moors of the Peak District National Park. And, yes, the present government sees waterways as existing only to “get rid of water.”

It all makes you want to scream. Last word to the Dryad:
Hail man-the-improver,
For his is the end of the world. In technicolor.



Aftermath Rag, Mk2, 6 January 2014

Someone used the phrase – a violin in a void. Yeah. I like that. Or – marching out of Eden. Whatever, this painting is not a barrel of laughs. It was started with the CND movement in mind and all the rest followed. Not forgetting, of course, the soldiers borrowed from Sargent’s famous painting, “The Gassed”. So here we are with the absolutely last version:

Aftermath Rag mk3



Charles Chilton, The Long Long Trail, 5 January 2014

I’m thinking about the BBC radio 4 programme last night on Charles Chilton. It dealt with The Long Long Trail, a documentary in 1961 about the First World War. Chilton’s brilliance in this new technique, which he in fact invented – making a documentary illustrated with popular songs – caused one of the commentators last night to say that he was perhaps the best, most original person, that the BBC had working for them in the 20th century. Wow.

He certainly demonstrated an overflowing creativity in everything he did. But in this WW1 context he also had a mission. His father had died aged 19 in WW1 and Chilton wanted to understand something of the ordinary men in the trenches. His father and the others who had died.

Statistics. 9 million soldiers had been killed. And another 21 million wounded. And to look, for instance, at the infamous Battle of the Somme alone, over a million soldiers were killed, including about 30,000 in just one day. There was a tendency for this horrendous period of our history to be conveyed historically with a one toned slant: the grand human tragedy, the horror, the horror.

But Chilton wanted to do it differently, in a way that would directly hit the listener. He wanted many voices. In fact he wanted, as mentioned above, the soldiers’s songs. He went to the London Library in St James’s Square to research song book collections. He researched everywhere and delighted in the anarchy that he found. He noted that, of course there were songs about missing their old world back home, but the majority of their songs were grumbles about sergeants and officers and the awful conditions. There was irony and wit and even joy in combination with despair. Very British.

Interesting to note that Joan Littlewood worked with him, or he with her, on – “Oh, What a Lovely War!” She had not really wanted the songs, just a story line. But that was his contribution. He used the structure of his Long Long Trail and the songs therein. To show that Littlewood was distancing herself from the way the production had developed, the poster advertising the premier in 1963, did not have her name on it.

The audience was ecstatic, however. Littlewood immediately had the poster reprinted with her name on it. It became her baby from that point on.

Charles Chilton is one of my heroes. I took some photos of him on the 19th of May, 2011, when the British Library had its opening party for “OUT OF THIS WORLD: Science Fiction but not as you know it.” (You can glance to the left and click on May 2011.)

And the close-up photo of him here is from that time when fans came surging up to meet him. He was responsive as you can see. Penny was, of course, at his elbow. I’m only sorry that my photo is out of focus, but I treasure it because of Chilton’s expression.

Charles Chilton

Charles Chilton



This event featured A JOURNEY INTO SPACE, his Science Fiction trilogy, with all three volumes displayed, A Journey into Space, The Red Planet and The World in Peril. Also there was his original manuscript for the first part.

It should be noted in conclusion, that Chilton gave the British Library his original manuscript of A Long Long Trail and this made possible the present BBC production to be broadcast later today on BBC Radio 4 extra at 14.00.

End Violence Against Women, 23rd Dec 2013

On the 12th of December Amanda Palmer’s Blog was about how the United Nations devoted a day (the 25th of November) to highlight violence against women. The Italian playwright Serena Dandini presented a set of monologues she’d written called “Ferite a Morte”. Wounded to Death. It was streamed live from the UN with a cast of 16 women reading the frightening set pieces. Amanda’s was the last and it was like like a coda. “Men in Uniforms get away with things all over the world.. It’s nothing personal.. You’re part of the spoils of war..”

And so I did an etching. It’s titled, “Ferite a Morte” and it’s 25cm by 16.5cm.

Ferite a morte



Two new paintings, 8 October 2013

Since the beginning of September I’ve been playing with a green man open-mouth profile in two new paintings. Size in centimetres: “Voiced”, 105 x 79; “Parley”, 103 x 73. As with most of my paintings, they are framed, oil on canvas. And they are £3,000 each.


Voiced


Parley


Note:
The recent upgrade has made the pictures in the galleries of my site much easier to look at, in, for instance, the for sale section. But here in the blog section it has made the viewer go through extra work. I don’t know why we can’t, as we used to, just click to change from size to thumbnail, back and forth. If you click as before, the picture is merely enlarged with each click. And to leave the picture you have to go the return arrow, upper left. Each time. And it takes you to the top of the section. I’ll try and get this sorted, but in the meantime – apologies.

No trees in the streets of old London, 15 September 2013

According to accounts from the late 18th century there were hardly any trees to be seen as you walked the streets and lanes of the City of London. None around St Pauls. Ah, but there was one nearby, at the corner of Wood Street and Cheapside. It grew in the churchyard of St Peter Cheap, a church, one among many, destroyed in the Great Fire of 1666 and not rebuilt. I’m sorry to note that my 2013 photograph of this tree is out of focus, as though I can’t quite get it to stand in our time and place.


aa Wood St tree


William Wordsworth wrote of this churchyard and tree: At the corner of Wood Street when daylight appears / hangs a thrush that sings loud, and it has sung for three years: / Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard / In the silence of the morning, the song of the bird.


“Reverie of Poor Susan” 1797
bb Wordsworth poem


Throughout the Victorian era that tree was special, quietly growing on the site of St Peter Cheap. It has survived into our time, but strange tree companions in this little churchyard are now – palm trees.


dd other trees in churchyard


If we stroll from this site a few steps into Cheapside, we see St Mary le Bow foregrounded by newly planted trees

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ee Wood Street and Cheapside


Then in the other direction towards St Pauls, the trees become a veritable screen.


ff Cheapside trees and St Paul's


A little farther on, at Christchurch Greyfriars, we have greenery of a different sort.


gg Christchurch Greyfriars


A very large church had been built here as part of the monastic holdings of the Grey Friars in the 12th century. It was entirely lost in the fire of 1666. Christopher Wren built a small church on the site of the choir. Unlike St Pauls and St Mary le Bow, Wren’s structure here did not survive the bombing of WW2. Only the tower remains and, for the last few decades, the space has been given over to garden. Where the internal pillars had once been, we see wooden platforms for vines and roses. Initially there was an almost formal rose garden effect but with a change of intention on the part of the designers, we now have a casual profusion of low bush and wild flower planting.


ii Christchurch Greyfriars


ll late summer greenery


hh Christchurch Greyfriars


We finish with an image of trees in the old church yard. They stand by the central aisle of the former nave. For a couple of decades now, Merrill Lynch, the financial management company, marks closure at the end of the tree avenue and this is where there had been big wooden doors to enter the earliest church on this site.


kk churchyard and Merril Lynch



A moment from the past, 4 September 2013

Here’s an article published in the Geneva newspaper, Le Temp, on the 2nd of February 2013. It’s written by Joëlle Kuntz. The subject is the various types of marriage prevalent today: le mariage dans tous ses états. And she uses one of my paintings to illustrate. The painting is a riff on the famous Arnolfini double portrait sometime called the Marriage of Arnolfini. I painted this in 1988 and it is called “Radiance of the Genes”.





Radiance of the Genes




Four more etchings, 27 August 2013

I’m still fascinated by this upright composition and the things that can be done within the given dimensions (two plates, each 15.4 by 9.7 cm). The titles are – I’m game; Moult; Grist; Okay. The first is based on a photo of Yolande Pickett taken in our garden, summer 2012. The last, a photo of Amanda Palmer in our kitchen, summer 2013.


I’m game.



Moult



Grist



Okay




Update Darkening Garden set of etchings, 24 July 2013

Here we have four more etchings. This time, almost without my intention, casual portraits are worked into the compositions. These are from photos I’ve taken of friends. I’ve a stash wherein I rummage every so often. Feels good to have this strand of personal vitality in the midst of my stern theme – Darkening Garden. Here are the names: Nick Harkaway; Sarah Lasley; Morgan Doyle; Erin Kissane.


Workingman Blues



Clothing



Sprezzatura



I was there




News of next exhibition, 10 July 2013



latest etchings, 26 May 2013

As usual I asked John for help thinking up a title. For the first in this group he brought out Edwin Muir’s – One Foot in Eden. In the title poem of the book he found just the right words: Compactly Grown.

Here are the lines in the middle of the first stanza.
…Time’s Handiworks by time are haunted,
And nothing can separate
The corn and tares compactly grown.

Compactly Grown


World of the Book


Ricochet




Latest etching, 3 May 2013

Here’s the latest etching in the Darkening Garden series. The top part is derived from my painting: Bone Scan. The lower one can look look like a skull, or whatever the viewer wants. It started from a photograph of me drinking from a wine glass, but maybe we don’t need to know that. I really do like things unexplained. (I’m pushing time for this pic because the frame is only half finished.)

The Pull of Gravity




Update Darkening Garden set of etchings, 20 April, 2013

This time I’m only putting in three new works, and one, is an amendment. It is a mark-two version of WarHorse.

WarHorse



The other two are very dark.


Dead of Night.



In a Heartbeat




Continuing new set of etchings, 31 March 2013

In the last set of etchings entered here on the 17th of February, I see that I’m not well served by the small square thumbnail format. This time they are photographed in their mounts and their dimensions are accordingly, in inches, 19 by 9 and a half. And in millimetres, 487 x 244. Please click on the images to get the full view.


WarHorse



Meet my daughter



Polonius Unbound



Falls From the Air



Opened Book



Sun!



Dictates



Fungibles



The working title for this set continues to be – The Darkening Garden.


A circuit around Trafalgar Square, 23 March 2013

Tristan Grant and SarahMay Harel are staying with us in Camden Town. They are enjoying shopping. Here is SarahMay with one of her many new pairs of shoes.


But on the day of our exploration the weather was awful and so warm clothes and comfortable boots were the order of the day. We exited from Leicester Square tube station in the direction of London’s tiny China Town, centred in Gerrard Street. It started here in the early 1970′s, having first been based in the East End by the Docks of Limehouse.







Then we went into Leicester Square. Named after Robert Sidney, 2nd Earl of Leicester. In the 1630′s he built himself a large house at the northern end. But we were hastening and not really studying anything about the present Square. A couple of photos from the south side, though.





Then we went though the underpass of the Sainsbury’s Wing of the National Gallery. This is a nice way to get to Trafalgar Square, especially since the square has been pedestrianized. That was in 2003.

There are no pigeons anymore. In 2007 a falconer with a trained Harris Hawk, sorted the problem. (Ah, but wait. You can see a few in one of the following pics.)

Landseer’s huge lions at the base of Nelson’s Column are always good to look at close up. They’ve been there since 1868. (Edwin Landseer was a famous animal painter 1802-1873.) Sitting on granite:













Then we mentioned the equestrian statue of Charles 1, noting that it is the official centre of London. All distances to London on roadsigns are measured from here.

Then we went into Craven Street and gazed briefly at no. 36. It is the only surviving house in which Benjamin Franklin lived. He lived in several places in London, but this statement relates to the world. None of the others in the United States, or in France have survived. We didn’t go to the museum this time. We were embarked on the briefest of walks.

Instead, we turned right and went to the Sherlock Holmes pub. Upstairs is the room that was a temporary exhibit in the 1951 Exhibition.











Then we went into Great Scotland Yard. It is the first of three Scotland Yards. Great Scotland Yard became famous in 1829 as the headquarters of the Metropolitan Police. It was newly formed then, but later, in 1892, it moved to the famous Scotland Yard on the Thames. The continuing connection with the police is that we can see a large Victorian block building for stabling police horses. They walk up a ramp and their stables are marked by small windows upstairs. It’s fun to think police horses are still stabled here in 2013.

We went to a pub in Whitehall. The Old Shades.






Then back through Trafalgar Square aiming for the National Gallery. En route, a pic of Nelson’s Column. It’s almost 170 ft tall to the top of Nelson’s hat. It’s been there since 1840′s. In front of it, almost seeable in my photo, is the previously mentioned statue of Charles 1.



We didn’t take any pictures of the National Gallery, except to say it’s in the background of the Nelson’s Column snap. The building is from the 1830′s so it was here before Nelson’s Column by a decade. The architect, William Wilkins also did the main building of the University of London.

And then back home on the Northern Line.





Progress on new set of etchings, 17 Feb 2013

Here are a few of the new etchings that I’m planning for a set called “Darkening Garden”.





Sister





Dig





Fungibles





Dictates





Pop



Against the Art of War, 15 February, 2013

Today’s the publication date for our book. We drink champagne. Against the Art of War: poems by Ernest Hilbert and Henry Wessells; etchings by Judith Clute. Temporary Culture, Upper Montclair, USA limited edition, 26 copies lettered A to Z. Edited by Henry Wessells. (Price to subscribers: $375.00). And here’s the cover:





Here are the four editioned etchings set within:















Jason Van Hollander, December 2012

Jason Van Hollander is utterly brilliant. Look what just came through the letterbox today: HELL STAMP:Slough of Despond.





We are amongst the lucky few. It’s a limited edition of 60. Ours is 45/60.
And there is a beautiful note to go with it, quoting John Bunyan.