According to Aristotle ….

"....the aim of art is not to represent the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance."

The Great North Art Show

Regular readers might possibly remember that several months ago I applied for exhibition with the Great North Art Show.  This is an annual event that takes place in the cathedral in the city of Ripon.  The earliest of its catalogues I have in my files dates from 2004.  For some years I was actually a member of its organising committee.…

I’m with Dylan!

Dylan Thomas, that is, not Bob.  OK, I’m fond of Bob’s work, and especially of Tambourine Man, but on this occasion what I have in mind is the Welsh wonder’s injunction to “rage against the dying of the light”.  I’ve come back from my Italian trip in a strange frame of mind, stimulated (I’m sure) by the discovery of my…

There is no rest for the wicked!

(As my grandmother used to say.)  If that really is the case then I must have been dreadfully bad recently.  Yesterday I got home after my holiday in northern Italy, feeling more than slightly battered.  The heel strain I had noticed earlier in the week had deteriorated steadily, and by the time I had lugged my bags around two airports…

The best-laid plans ….

Things don’t usually turn out as we expect them to …. at least, not in my life. As I get ready to begin my journey back to the UK, from Italy, tomorrow, it is clear that matters have not taken their anticipated course.  I hoped to do quite a bit of sketching, and although I have done several pieces it…

How do we best remember?

For several years now I have pursued an interest in Italian experience during the Great War.  If you have explored my website you might have see the gallery entitled “Presente!”  on holiday with friends in the Dolomites we made a point of visiting the important memorial on the summit of Monte Grappa today. As a suitable way of remembering the…

Generations

The walking holiday is going well, despite the weather.  Not deterred by rain we even had an afternoon of white-water rafting on the Brenta river. The description doesn’t quite convey the experience, as we had to jump down three waterfalls into the basins beneath. It did cross my mind that I might not be up to it.  After all, I did…

A wild goose chase

There have been very few occasions when I have made a considerable effort to view art which have turned out to be futile.  Today was one such.  I particularly wanted to go to the Pinacoteca di Brera, in Milan, on account of their collection of late 19th. century Italian work …. the birth of Italian modernism. I got there this…

Off and on?

Tomorrow morning I set off for a walking holiday with friends in northern Italy.  (I will have the chance to take in a couple of galleries in Milan on the way through.)  Although I am pretty confident that my accommodation will provide access to the internet in Milan I am not equally certain about the places in which we will…