Saturday, 19 February 2011

I wasn't swept off my feet by this exhibition of one of my favourite contemporary artists, John Wonnacott.
'Underwhelming,' said the friend I met on his way out, as I went in.
(It didn't help that they were shown in a sterile, new gallery.)
Even these ballet paintings didn't have the energy and tension of the cityscapes of London and New York that he was painting a few years ago.
I remember lingering after the gallery closed, unable to tear myself away.
But today, I drifted in ... and drifted out again.
(The painting on the right was bought by the Tate about 15 years ago. That's what I mean.
But, heavens, was it really that long ago?)

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