Picasso Musee, Barcelona
Mainly early paintings and drawings. His dad was a drawing professor, apparently. Early stuff amazing for a youngster; the head in the drawing below the only error I could see, apart from dodgy legs on a bearded man on the end wall. Several drawings very like Toulouse Lautrec.
Academic Study, done when he was around 14 – gratifying to see a slight error in positioning of the head….
1901 was a decisive year; three memorable pictures – the “Margot” below, the red dwarf girl and the still life (also below).
Still Life – like a Cezanne, but with each article “floating” separately on the table top.
Portrait (Margot) – there’s that characteristic positioning of the head to one side.
Another favourite – Portrait of Madame Canals (1904)
Then, 1917, and lots of black cubist playing card pictures,; a gored horse, bowels falling out – “Guernica” of course, but bony quality, forerunner of the skulls and those bone people on the beach.
Then, 1931; the Marie-Berthe portrait, in which her nose comes direct from the forehead, like a stuck-on gourd.
A roomful of versions and sketches of “Las Meninas”, a roomful of “Columbines”, doves in a window overlooking a bay. The doves are just circles with smaller circles and dashes at one end, for the head and beak.
Vanessa Bell, Dulwich Picture Gallery
Some really impressive paintings in this exhibition, showing her every bit as strong as Duncan Grant. There is a group of portraits in the first or second room, including the Iris Tree and self portrait below, that I thought was particularly brilliant. But the still lifes, landscapes and abstracts are also great. Highly recommended.
Iris Tree, 1915
Still Life on Corner of Mantelpiece, 1914
Oranges and Lemons, 1914
Self Portrait, 1915
The Ginger Man, JP Donleavy
Got a second hand copy of this, which I read about fifty years ago when it was really popular. Donleavy is also the author of A Fairy Tale of New York, the title of which the Pogues borrowed for their single with Kirsty McColl. It was a book about drunken, ne’er- do-well Irish American students, carousing in Dublin. If you read it, you will remember the toilet bowl emptying through the floor/ceiling when the chain is pulled and the drunken parade through Dublin in the kangaroo suit. Stylistically, it’s an attempt at something like Bloom’s sections in Ulysses, stream of consciousness, verbless phrases, even the vocab and settings (Laestrigonians, Gerty MacDowell etc.).
What came as a very nasty surprise was this, on page 29; the “hero” is rowing with his wife, who has just slapped his face: “Sebastian up off the table. He drove his fist into Marion’s face. She fell backward against the cupboard. Dishes crashing to the floor…..Took the child’s pillow from under its head and pressed it hard on the screaming mouth.” His wife manages to save the child and Sebastian hits the streets to drink away his worries. Next time his wife appears in the novel, she succumbs very willingly to his sexual prowess; the punch and the attempted murder are forgotten – but she is still angry about his language, laziness et al.
The point of this is that neither I nor my partner remembered the violence; we both thought of it as one of those cult books and films about anarchistic, comical drunks and druggies you read when you are a young rebel; Sort of a post- WW2 “Withnail and I”. I checked the net – no mention of the violence, but I did discover it had been selected as one of the 100 best novels of the 20th century by the Modern Library. Reviewers, such as Jay McInerney, refer to Dangerfield’s rogue-ish charm.
Lone Star (1996)/Matewan (1987), John Sayles
Saw Lone Star on TV a few days ago; the presence of Kris Kristofferson and Matthew McConaughey AND Chris Cooper in the same film should be enough to guarantee it – and yes, it’s got racial tension, violence, some tame sex, a mystery body, murders and McConaughey doing that cold, flat stare from behind a revolver. But somehow, it’s irritating, to me at least. It checks too many boxes in terms of the competing interests and “issues” of the various groups, whites, Latinos, blacks, Native Americans. And the nice people win in the end. Matewan, set amongst West virginia coal miners and also starring Cooper, has a cathartic shoot-out (necessary in this sort of film) and the good people win here too – but only temporarily; The old evil capitalism re-asserts itself at the end. More violent, more pessimistic, more better.
I find myself wondering how “Deadwood” would have turned out with Sayles as director…
Little Lake Shore
Blackpaint
7/3/17
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