I was struck by the blue-grey of the sky against the green of the sea on this particular day in mid-December, not quite fully realised by the final image, but such a view is available from many East-West streets in Brighton and Hove.
Out to Lewes to see a film (Caravaggio) and the bridge leading back to the train station seemed like a good spot for a portrait.
Christmas lights have been up for at least a month in Brighton. This message didn’t seem to strike the note one might have expected.
Although we had timed tickets for a Monday morning, upon entering the Lee Miller exhibition we were met by a scrum just to get close enough to read the introductory text. This continued, annoyingly, throughout the otherwise excellent and well curated exhibition, breaking Miller’s career into 11 phases. As we wanted to see it all, it took 2½ hours, patiently waiting for other viewers to move on before we could stand, briefly, in front of each image.
As always, I was as taken by the interior design and architecture at the Tate Britain as I was by the art shown there. Of course, the grandeur (and symmetry) of these temples of art makes a strong statement of its own.
We went in to the Tate Britain in London, to see the Lee Miller show. On the block leading up to the Tate, walking from Victoria, we saw this long row of pollarded trees.
I love the shadows on the wall with bright sunlight slanting through the Venetian blinds.
After the Marina Abramović at Saatchi Yates, we walked across the street and up some stairs into Smithson Plaza where, instead of massive land art (a different Smithson, I guess), we saw several sculptures by Charles Hadcock.
I get to marvel at her every day!
(sculpture by Charles Hadcock.)
