Wednesday, 30 September 2009
Tuesday, 29 September 2009
Monday, 28 September 2009
Stowe: The Temple of Concord
Thursday, 24 September 2009
A fascinating new exhibition, Turner & the Masters, has just opened at Tate Britain. It seems that Turner, one of the greatest of English painters, was extremely competitive and liked to pit his skills against those of the great masters from whom he drew his inspiration. For the first time these directly competing paintings have been hung side by side, mainly in pairs. The result is enthralling. In most cases Turner comes out very well against the likes of Rembrandt, Titian, Canaletto, Veronese, Claude Lorrain and Poussin, though it has to be admitted that he does not match up on every occasion.
Many of the paintings have been lent for the first time for many years from great collections in Washington, Madrid or Japan, and as well as following the theme of the show, it is a great pleasure to see these wonderful pictures here in the Tate.
A Rising Gale by Van de Velde
Wednesday, 23 September 2009
Tuesday, 22 September 2009
Monday, 21 September 2009
Saturday, 19 September 2009
Friday, 18 September 2009
Thursday, 17 September 2009
Wednesday, 16 September 2009
Now the peak of summer’s past, the sky is overcast
And the love we thought would last for an age seems deceit:
Paler is the guelder since the day we first beheld her
In blush beside the elder, drifting sweet, drifting sweet.
Oh quickly they fade – the sunny esplanade,
Speed-boats, wooden spades and the dunes where we’ve lain:
Others will be lying amid the sea-pinks, sighing
For love to be undying and they’ll sigh in vain.
It’s hurrah for each night we have spent our love so lightly
And never dreamed there might be no more to spend at all.
It’s goodbye to every lover who thinks he’ll live in clover
All his life, for noon is over soon and night-dews fall.
If I could keep you there with the berries in your hair
And your lacy fingers fair as the may, sweet may,
I’d have no heart to do it, for to stay love is to rue it
And the harder we pursue it, the faster it’s away.