A happy day with Apple. We went to the Antony Gormley exhibition at the RA. Best bit: the sculpture of his tiny daughter at 6 days old in the courtyard of the Academy. Adorable little thing curled up like a small cuddly stone. Everyone wanted to pat it and pick it up, but it was made of iron and fix firmly to the ground. Next best thing was the black tunnel that swallowed us up and took us into angular corridors of light and shade. Looking back into the blackness people emerged as though from a canvas, a portrait coming to life and stepping out into the world. And I liked the tall person all on its own, standing in the middle of the room. I liked the contrast of is shadowy form and all the visitors drifting around it, a vortex of humanity. Those coming to see were every bit as interesting as the strange sculpture in front of us.
On to see Gauguin. Glad to introduce Apple to him. His paintings are strong and glorious. I didn't know Gauguin was first a successful stockbroker with five children before he became an artist in search of the noble savage.