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poliphiloWe were stopped on the embankment by a young chap with a beard who promised us free tee shirts if we visited the Saatchi gallery. Saatchi is the advertising man who sold Mrs Thatcher to the British nation, then cornered the market in Brit Art. OK, not my favourite person, but I probably wouldn’t have liked Lorenzo De Medici either, or Pope Paul II or any of history’s other great art patrons if I’d been living in their time and with the consequences of their politics.
So we took the offer. The Saatchi Galley occupies floorspace in County Hall, the building that used to house London County Council, until Mrs Thatcher closed them down because they were too left-wing for her. Kinda fitting that her man Saatchi should be in residence now. To the victor the spoils.
So we saw the art and they gave us the tee shirts. The tee shirts have the motif of a heart pierced by a dagger and the Saatchi name underneath. I guess we’ll be advertising him on a Spanish beach this summer.
And the art? I liked the work by Marlene Dumas best. She has a picture of a very disturbing baby with a direct, adult gaze. We looked to see if it was a portrait of young Adolf. It wasn’t but it might have been.
We had lunch in the Royal Festival Hall, then went a few doors down to Dali Universe. It’s a very different kind of gallery. Saatchi’s place is like a temple- white walls, an atmosphere of awed hush- whereas this is kitsch and tatty and cheerful. Come and see the giraffes on fire! Come and see the naked ladies! Dali is fun. He digs into his toybox and brings out a soft watch, then he brings out a human torso with drawers in it, then he brings out a lobster, then he brings out a soft watch and then….Yeah, it’s fun being with Dali, but don’t expect much too variety. He recycles the same few images/obsessions again and again in painting, jewellery, sculpture.
They had some Picassos in the cellar. Picasso is another kind of artist altogether. Dali had ideas and got other people to execute them, but Picasso liked to get his hands dirty. The best things here were a couple of vitrines full of the lovely chunky pots he made in the 40s and 50s.
If I had a few hundred thousand pounds to spare I would buy myself a Picasso pot.
The rest of the afternoon we spent walking in the streets surrounding the Royal Courts of Justice. Lincoln Inn Fields is very pretty and shut-away, like a misplaced Oxford College. We went into the Church of St Mary Le Strand and the female verger offered us a cup of tea. There was a lovely deep smell of incense and we lit a candle in front of the virgin and child. All gods are one god and all goddesses are one goddess.
Paint is just coloured mud and glass is just sand that’s been melted and stone is just stone- but we dig these things up from under out feet, mess with them some and use them to create things that will outlast us and which make us think of God. In St Mary Le Strand they have a coffered ceiling with lovely plaster rosettes (plaster is what? Chalk that’s been processed or something like that) I’ll swear every one of them was subtly different.
And that’s about it. We had supper in an Indian restaurant and came back to the hotel in a jam-packed tube train.
So we took the offer. The Saatchi Galley occupies floorspace in County Hall, the building that used to house London County Council, until Mrs Thatcher closed them down because they were too left-wing for her. Kinda fitting that her man Saatchi should be in residence now. To the victor the spoils.
So we saw the art and they gave us the tee shirts. The tee shirts have the motif of a heart pierced by a dagger and the Saatchi name underneath. I guess we’ll be advertising him on a Spanish beach this summer.
And the art? I liked the work by Marlene Dumas best. She has a picture of a very disturbing baby with a direct, adult gaze. We looked to see if it was a portrait of young Adolf. It wasn’t but it might have been.
We had lunch in the Royal Festival Hall, then went a few doors down to Dali Universe. It’s a very different kind of gallery. Saatchi’s place is like a temple- white walls, an atmosphere of awed hush- whereas this is kitsch and tatty and cheerful. Come and see the giraffes on fire! Come and see the naked ladies! Dali is fun. He digs into his toybox and brings out a soft watch, then he brings out a human torso with drawers in it, then he brings out a lobster, then he brings out a soft watch and then….Yeah, it’s fun being with Dali, but don’t expect much too variety. He recycles the same few images/obsessions again and again in painting, jewellery, sculpture.
They had some Picassos in the cellar. Picasso is another kind of artist altogether. Dali had ideas and got other people to execute them, but Picasso liked to get his hands dirty. The best things here were a couple of vitrines full of the lovely chunky pots he made in the 40s and 50s.
If I had a few hundred thousand pounds to spare I would buy myself a Picasso pot.
The rest of the afternoon we spent walking in the streets surrounding the Royal Courts of Justice. Lincoln Inn Fields is very pretty and shut-away, like a misplaced Oxford College. We went into the Church of St Mary Le Strand and the female verger offered us a cup of tea. There was a lovely deep smell of incense and we lit a candle in front of the virgin and child. All gods are one god and all goddesses are one goddess.
Paint is just coloured mud and glass is just sand that’s been melted and stone is just stone- but we dig these things up from under out feet, mess with them some and use them to create things that will outlast us and which make us think of God. In St Mary Le Strand they have a coffered ceiling with lovely plaster rosettes (plaster is what? Chalk that’s been processed or something like that) I’ll swear every one of them was subtly different.
And that’s about it. We had supper in an Indian restaurant and came back to the hotel in a jam-packed tube train.
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Date: 2005-01-21 10:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-21 05:44 am (UTC)Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, Dear Tony. Happy birthday to you.
From your friend Jackie
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Date: 2005-01-21 10:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-21 06:00 am (UTC)Envious sigh! How I would have savored being served tea in an old church by a verger, and seeing Dali's giraffe on fire.
And then Picasso!
And what will you do today to celebrate your birthday?
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Date: 2005-01-21 10:14 am (UTC)I came upon you through choriamb and...
Date: 2005-01-21 06:53 am (UTC)And if I could afford it, I'd buy a small Picasso painting from the teens or twenties, one of the tender early ones, boys standing in Spanish doorways, the pitcher with a plate of fruit resting on top. I love all Picasso though, I think, the pots too.
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Date: 2005-01-21 10:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-21 06:56 am (UTC)Many happy returns on your birthday...
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Date: 2005-01-21 10:17 am (UTC)Most vergers are old blokes. A lady verger is quite a rarity!
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Date: 2005-01-21 07:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-21 10:18 am (UTC)Happy Birthday
Date: 2005-01-21 07:21 am (UTC)But, I want to wish you a very Happy Birthday. London. For your birthday. How impossibly cool.
Well said.
Re: Happy Birthday
Date: 2005-01-21 10:19 am (UTC)You're not missing too much with Saatchi. He was the big maker of artistic reputations in the 80s and 90s but his star is falling now.
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Date: 2005-01-21 10:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-21 10:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-21 04:47 pm (UTC)It's interesting that before we create something out of it, the materials are "just mud" or "just rocks," as if they were of no value in themselves. In fact, to a large degree, it is our ability to create that shapes our understanding of those materials. And that made me think about God. Perhaps the universe was not empty in the traditional sense, but that the presence of God permanently alters our perception of it. We in turn, as creators, permanently alter our perception of the creations around us. It makes me wonder where it all ends.
It also makes me wonder if I can ever get funding for the ideas this generates.
Hippo Birdie!!!
Date: 2005-01-21 10:10 pm (UTC)And many more...
Re: Hippo Birdie!!!
Date: 2005-01-22 01:36 am (UTC)