Five of us [not the Famous Five or even the Jackson Five, obviously] went to see an exhibition of paintings by this gent who used his paint tubes to draw long lines and make reeds.
So textural, us stitchers loved it.
He was a friend of Francis Bacon [always a dangerous habit] but when FB denigrated his exhibition in the 70s, our man gave up the brush, what a shame.
The artistic muse is a fragile spirit. 
We had a very nice lunch in the cafe out the back and then had a wander round the new Arts centre which seems to have managed to squeeze under the wire before everything goes on Ration.
It is apparently the Essex version of a Guggenheim.We lost a building in town last night as some clever person decided [allegedly] the the local Muslims should not take over a redundant church, and so burnt it down. We do have an awful lot of churches, all those wool merchants
adding to Norman edifices, there must be at least a dozen in town. All very lovely.
There are 3 in this small village, none of them lovely.
However this burnt one was only a Victorian brick built one so no great loss, and maybe a nice new mosque and minaret will rise from the ashes.
The morning call to prayer will raise some hackles tho.
2 comments:
I loved the paintings. Would like to see them in reailty.
The indigenous pop need shaking up a bit. Wish someone would build a mosque here - feathers would fly most enjoyably IMO. Much too parochial, our locals. I think they want a nice long war in Libya so we can keep the RAF.
Yes, I loved the paintings too.
Old Victorian brick churches can often be improved by burning down but that does seem to be a waste of a ready made meeting place. Fear of change, perhaps. It's inevitable that it will come methinks. Settle up for the Crusades perhaps!
Cheers Gillian
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