Down to Charing Cross tube station and along to the National Portrait Gallery to take a look at Cezanne Portraits. And, unlike the Tate’s Impressionists in London – a name which, rather ironically, might very well give the wrong impression as to the actual contents of the exhibition being promoted – here is a title … Continued
To Piccadilly station and then, once again, stroll along to the Royal Academy where the elegant statue of Sir Joshua Reynolds, the eminent portraitist, lecturer and first President of that august institution, stands proud in his breeches and frockcoat, holding a preening posture with palette in one hand and brush in the other. But today … Continued
Down to Green Park tube station and then walk along Piccadilly before turning into Albermarle Street where there are a handful of commercial galleries all within close proximity of one another and which, while insufficient perhaps to generate the interconnected synergies that might evolve into a fully-fledged dynamic hub of energetic inspiration and innovation are, … Continued
To Piccadilly tube station and then walk along to get to the Royal Academy and the Reynolds Room where Paul B Franklin – an American academic who appears to have devoted his life to researching, analysing, interpreting, proselytising and promoting the life, works and thoughts of the mighty great granddad of Dada, Marcel Duchamp – … Continued
Having orientated myself orientally, I head out to Aldgate East tube station en route to get to the Whitechapel Gallery, a space that is marvelously – one might almost say consistently – inconsistent in the quality of the exhibition that it chooses to stage in the two cavernous exhibition spaces that make up its main … Continued
Having consulted the geographical charts and updated the astrolabe, I realign my compass to a north-by-north-easterly setting and head off in the direction of the Hackney hamlets which, I am advised by my cursory wikipedia researches, are among the coolest locations in the capital – and I don’t think that means these areas are cursed … Continued
As regular readers may recall, last week’s blog rambled on to its happy conclusion at Pace London where there’s an invigorating display of the painting-cum-drawing-cum-collage combos that made Jean Dubuffet such a very interesting artist. As is well-known, the inspiration for all these quirky cartoonistic creations lay with the artist’s interest in the spontaneous, unprofessional … Continued
According to my careful chronometric calculations, the Unvarnished blog site has now been up and running for exactly two years and one week, during which time I’ve managed to tap out just over a quarter of a million precision-guided words and scan in just under a thousand, slightly blurred photographic images. On this anniversary occasion, … Continued
Well, once again, it’s that time of the year when London’s artworld comes over all of a twitter. And I don’t mean that in the exciting new epigrammatic, anti-loquacious, Trumpian, digital way but – as you’d expect from this blog – in the old-fashioned, pulse-racingly, heart-poundingly, eye-flutteringly, cheeks-flushedly, analogue formulation. Yes, this is the week … Continued
As diligent readers may recall, my last piece of bloggerific artistic analysis was posted out not from the usual hard-edged, mean streets of our unforgiving capital city down south but from the warm welcoming walkways and sunny scouse boulevards of that pearl of the north, Liverpool. The basecamp for my recent exploratory sojourn, however, was … Continued