....at Paul Klee at Tate Modern. Have you seen it?
I was rather surprised to find that, although I found it well worth seeing, I was not moved by the paintings. I felt the exhibition showed a different Klee from the one I though I knew: a more serious, intense, even repressed Klee.
It seemed to me that many of the works were intellectual exercises only - and brilliant ones-but without emotion, and with little of the whimsical and humourous that I expected. There were hints too of the sinister and the grotesque. The more horrible this world, he wrote, the more abstract our art.
The strict chronological order was interesting, as were the notes on the context - of war, rejection, anxiety and illness, and the exhibition was beautifully hung (in 17 rooms!) with each work given lots of space. The paintings are tiny and it gets crowded - go early if you can.
It is on until 9 March 2014.
I've been enjoying experimenting with painting frames with the marvellous Annie Sloan paints which come in wonderful colours.
I know I have said in the past that there is enough distress in the world without deliberately distressing furniture and paint frames, but I'm liking this effect! (I should have lit the candle to enhance it).
Letting some of the gold shine through....
The oil painting is titled The Pink Calls to The Yellow
I find myself still thinking a lot about my recent visit to Harris in the Outer Hebrides,
and all those cottages I'm going to rescue..
when I come into my fortune.
I loved the music on the video
of Mol Ban, the house we stayed in, and sent for the CD Chasing The Sun
by the young pianist and composer James Ross. It is a wonderful collection classical/jazz/folk with shades of Nyman, Peter Maxwell Davies and Andy Sheppard. A real favourite already and a lovely souvenir of this special holiday.
PS I'm sorry this link doesn't seem to work - the same
link at the end of this post
does work (!) if you'd like to hear this music - or you can hear several tracks on last.fm (Will try to fix tomorrow.)
Harris is a rough textured place on the whole.
There are few trees, and the rocks are among the oldest in the world. What looks at first like quartz...
turns out to be lichen.
There are some beautiful walls.
And in complete contrast there are some very finely textured elements - the delicate shells which make up the sandy beaches....
SO tiny, and so perfect.
Floating soft grasses
and the marram grasses of yesterdays photographs.
All darkly tweedy colours,
until the sun shone..
and the sea really was this colour!
Wow! Harris,Outer Hebrides. Loved it.
For a flavour of where we stayed on the island here
is a little video....
I'm off to join some intrepid friends in Harris in the Outer Hebrides, off the north west coast of Scotland. Three buses and two ferries.
Here is the weather forecast for tomorrow: -
Rain will continue to spread north westwards, some heavy bursts, then mainland areas turning brighter with sunny intervals and showers later. Winds easing. Temp 13C. Winds NNE 20mph. Humidity 83%.
Hmmm. 'Pack your wellies' said Lynne.
I leave you with some shots of the seed heads from Papaver Dark Plum which was gorgeous and is said to come true from seed. It's a delightful task, shaking the exquisitely designed little pepperpots....and finding there are thousands of tiny seeds.
Should you find yourself at The Scottish Gallery in Edinburgh (see yesterday's post) don't miss, a few doors down, Greyfriars delightful Alladin's cave of an art materials shop -
Quirky, with friendly knowledgeable staff. A few doors up is G&T, good coffee and deli, across the road is Open Eye Gallery and Eye 2 with classic prints by Matisse, Hockney et al, just round the corner is the opulent Dome with fabulous flower displays....feasts for all the senses.