Went to the Tate Britain with the boys and had a really nice day together. First, we went to Pizza Express to make sure everyone was happy and then on to the gallery. We went to a couple of free talks. The first was given by a man with a sonorous voice who lead us through the 20th century in pictures, starting with Walter Richard Sickert (Miss Gwen Ffrangcon-Davies as Isabella of France 1932) whom I had never heard of. It was interesting, the different perspectives of the artists, the totally different materials and what they wanted to achieve: Ben Nicholson’s 1932 white sculpture in a frame…. Two circles in white rectangles, one geometrically perfect, the other hand drawn, Barbara Hepworth’s attractive Orpheus, Peter Lanyon’s ugly boat in a storm, Francis Bacon’s terribe Triptych, agony beneath a Crucifix, Henry Moore’s abstract woman in which the spaces cannot be filled in, and her open mouth points up to the sky, and ending with Lynette Yiadom-Boakye’s strange The Generosity 2010. What does it all mean? It’s a jumble of questions without answers. There is no narrative, just a feeling, a dance, a scream… what you will.
Second talk on Turner. Good too.