The End of Alex’s Visit and a new Painting

A New Painting: I think it is easier to start with this and I’ve decided I like having the new paintings lead off these blog posts. The painting below is based on a photo that Nancy Prince took and published on Facebook. I liked the composition. It could probably go with my earlier painting from the Isle of Skye to begin a Stone Wall Series, although I’m not really that interested in stone walls as a theme. I actually had this essentially done weeks ago, but kept fiddling with it and, I suppose, improving it very slightly. I seem to have recently settled into a semi-realistic, semi-impressionistic style. It’s not that I mind it, because I think some of the resulting paintings are visually pleasing, but I also feel like I should be pushing myself a bit more. This led me to try the Georgia O’Keeffe tribute and the more recent foray into portraiture, based vaguely on the Hockney show I saw. I’m not ready to settle down yet. Here’s the latest one:

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The End of Alex’s Visit or “Oh, My Aching Feet”: There was one thing that was noticeably different about Alex’s visit from any prior visits by our children in that it was the first time a child visited who was working (in the sense of having a real job) and actually had to take time out to answer e-mails, take a call and do some work. Alex is working on the first draft of his story for Audible about life in America during World War II. The first episode for which he is responsible focusses on the lead up to the war and the fight between the isolationists, like Lindbergh and Father Coughlin, and Roosevelt and those who saw the dangers ahead and the need to get involved int he war. So he had to spend about ten hours of his trip (at various times) researching the story and listening to potential audio clips.

It was probably just as well because it allowed me to keep up with things a little. And it turned out that I developed a mild case of gout in my right toe. I’d had it once or twice before and it always went right away when I blasted it with a pain-killer like Aleve. Unfortunately, you can’t take them when you are taking blood thinners, so I was in this annoying pain when I walked, which made me limp and which made my other leg eventually get sore, particularly since I ended up doing a lot of walking around with Alex. It has been a weird few weeks, health-wise.

Oxford: Alex really wanted to go back to see his old haunts at Oxford, so last Wednesday we took the train up and spent the day wandering about, seeing his old college and where he had classes, visiting pubs and the like. As I turned out, it was moving in day for freshmen, so we were actually able to get into St. Ann’s College (which is noramlly off-limits) and walk around a bit and take a picture of Alex in front of his old room. St. Ann’s is one of the newest colleges at Oxford and a little outside the center of town, which led to more walking. It is a bit of an architectural hodgepodge and, while it is not really ugly, it lacks the drop-dead gorgeousness of most of Oxford. To make up for that, we walked over to Magdalen College (pronounced “maudlin”) and paid to get in and wander about. It was started in the fifteenth century and is constructed of that lovely honey-colored stone that dominates much of Oxford. What makes Magdalan especially memorable is that within its grounds is a deer park–and not a small one–complete with what looked like several dozen deer, including a large stag off in the distance. There is a tradition, undoubtedly centuries old, that when the monarch visits Oxford, he or she comes to eat at Magdalan College and a deer is killed and served. We also visited the Royal Oak pub (Alex’s favorite from his St. Ann’s days), the Bear Inn (famous for it collection of hundreds of school ties all over the walls and ceilings and which allegedly dates from 1242), and The Eagle and Child (where C.S. Lewis and Tolkien and their buddies drank). We had a wonderful lunch at the scenic Cherwell Boathouse (Great wine list) and dinner at the Turf Tavern (the legendary ancient pub where, among other things, Bill Clinton did not inhale). Throw in a walk to see the music faculty’s building and it was quite a day. According to my iPhone, we walked over 20,000 steps, more than eight miles. Some photos of the day follow:

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Friezing in Regent’s Park: For anyone who has been reading this from the beginning (and thank you for your patience), you may recall that last year at about this time I went to the Frieze Art Fair in Regent’s Park. It is a massive fair of modern art, featuring scores of galleries selling their art in a huge tent that must cover several acres. It was not the greatest idea to go there with aching feet the day after the Oxford trip, but I wanted to see it with Alex and it was fun, if a bit painful to the pedal extremities. There was, once again, some interesting sculptures in Regent’s Park, but the real show was inside. As you walked in there was a sculpture overhead, which you realized, as you got closer, was made of pantyhose. Odd but attractive. One of the early things we went to was a virtual reality work in which you sat on a sculpture of a giant snake, put on a virtual reality mask and found yourself on the snake and surrounded by all sort of weird figures and scenes. That experience alone made the whole visit worthwhile. As was the case last year, there was an awful lot of works which seemed to me to be pointless at best. Maybe I just need to hear the artist’s rap about why this scribble/pile of meaningless junk/splashes of paint are a meaningful reflection of society or whatever. It seemed to me that the ratio of things that I thought were clever/pretty/interesting to just pure crap was lower this year. But there were still some remarkable items. A sinuous, acrylic, wall-mounted sculpture, which refracted light and constantly changed colors as you moved around it. Small clear boxes containing the most intricate tiny sculptures, seemingly made of tiny threads, which turned out to be webs made by tiny spiders. Some interesting exhibits using live people. Some lovely sculptures in various mediums. And on top of all of the art were the people. It was the first day, so a lot of potential buyers were there, in expensive yet casual attire, talking seriously with gallery reps and air kissing each other. It was quite the scene. Some photos follow:

London News and a Painting

New Painting: I’ve decided that I am going to try having a portrait and another painting going at all times for the next month or more. I’ve just finished my first of those portraits. It is of Judie and it owes a lot to the style of David Hockney. As you can see from below, it’s not a bad painting and I suppose it looks a little like her. I guess that I’m not really displeased with it, but I am a bit annoyed that I didn’t really capture Judie. I kept working on it, trying to get it, until I finally realized that I was doomed from the start. I never had the head shape correct and trying to correct that made the hair wrong. So I decided to accept that it was a decent painting and move on. It was frustrating. But I have learned a lesson–that the initial drawing is the key in a portrait, so in the one I am working on now, I was much more anal in transferring the picture to the canvas. We’ll see.

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Bake-Off News: I don’t know if this news made it to the States, where the Great British Bake-Off is a big hit (I’m told), although it is two seasons behind. The producers of the Bake-Off have sold the show to Channel 4, away from the BBC, after the BBC was outbid by a substantial amount. What Channel 4 failed to do was make sure that the talent was coming along with the big tent and the ovens. This was huge news here, eclipsing even the Brad and Angelina beak-up. Last week, shortly after the announcement, Mel and Sue, the hosts and comediennes who provide the light moments to the show, announced that they were not making the move. This caused a great deal of outcry. But that was nothing compared to yesterday, when Mary Berry announced that she is staying at BBC. She is the heart and soul of the show. It is like you are cooking for your loving grandmother. She will criticize you “soggy bottoms” or dry cakes, but in a loving and gentle way. Now, for £75M, Channel 4 has got the tent and the name and Paul Hollywood, the other judge who needs someone like Mary to be a counterpoint. It’s a bit of a disaster for everyone concerned.

Labour Party Vote to be announced this weekend: There is no drama here. Everyone knows that Corbyn will win, maybe by more than he won the first time. He is utterly beloved by the mostly young, far left voters who make up the membership of the current Labour Party. Whether the membership represents the actually Labour voters int he real electorate is another question, one that is familiar in the context of U.S. primaries, which have tended to skew toward either extreme for the last decade or two. As an article in Friday’s NY Times explained, a lot of this is about taking the Labour Party back from the Blairites, who moved the party away from its socialist base and disenfranchised the activists. I get that, but it seems to me that you still have to have a credible a Parliamentary presence and pose an electoral threat to Theresa May and the Tories. I don’t that Corbyn can do either of those things, and what is worse, especially to the Labour politicians who care about such things, is that he doesn’t seem interested in doing so. This the party divisions will not be resolved by this vote and will grow increasingly ugly.

The Liberal-Democrats, a third/fourth party, which actually seemed like they might be relevant force a decade ago, are hoping to rebound from the brink of extinction, by offering to be the center-left alternative for disenchanted Labour MPs and voters. There is no sign that the Labour MPs are interested in this, although they might be if they are attacked from the Corbyn-loving left in the selection process and are faced with retribution and the loss of their positions for daring to oppose the sainted Jeremy. It is going to be ugly and depressing for most Labour supporter in the coming year.

Theresa May and Brexit, etc.: Because May never went through an election, no one knows exactly what she stands for. She makes Yoda-like statements like “Brexit means Brexit”, which everyone now agrees is utterly meaningless. She is promising to get a “good deal” for Britain in the upcoming negotiations, but what good deal is depends on which of the various wings of her party you talk to. The Brexiteers are pushing her to invoke Article 50 and start the process of leaving the EU immediately or at least very soon. It would probably be a stupid act, but she might get forced into moving too soon. Even if she holds out until late next year, these negotiations are going to be extremely difficult. The eurosceptic wing of her party (especially the ones who go on and on about sovereignty) are absolutely convinced of the importance of British trade in the EU and are convinced that the EU will fold in negotiations. They are almost certainly wrong. (A significant number of the Conservatives believe that once Britain leave the EU, the days of the British Empire will magically be restored. It is pathetic.) The Cameron/Osborne wing of the party are more supportive of a slower process, but Cameron has left Parliament and Osborne et al are pretty discredited and, of course, there is no serious Labour opposition, so it is easy to imagine May being pushed into a process that turns out very badly for Britain.

It is in the non-Brexit areas of policy that things could get very ugly. May and the Tories are very conservative and are now unrestrained. The attack and gradual defunding of the National Health Service will continue, with the idea of eventually privatizing it. They want to reduce the funding of the BBC! The want to go back to the old days of selective grammar schools for the best students (who, despite May’s protestations to the contrary, are likely to be “the right sort of people”). They clearly want to cut back their aid to poor countries and to continue to cut back on welfare benefits. They are absolutely committed to limiting immigration. Labor Unions will see a new wave of attacks. The real economic impact of Brexit has not arrived yet, since nothing has happened. But it will happen and when it does, lots of people will suffer and they will not be “the right sort of people”.

There is a chance that May may call a snap election, which makes good Machiavellian sense to me. Labour is so divided right now that an election might destroy them or at least worsen the divisions. If she waits, there is chance that she could overreach and anger the electorate and even give Corbyn a chance to figure out how to be a leader (although that seems unlikely).

New Medical Mystery: At the beginning of the week, I woke up with my left leg completely swollen. It looked sort of weird, so I went to see a doctor. I’ve ended up getting an ultrasound, a chest x-ray, blood tests and a CAT scan. They have discovered that I am completely healthy. My leg is still swollen and they can’t figure out why. But they have eliminated all the serious things, so maybe it is nothing and it will cure itself. I’m supposed to go back next week.

Surrey Down: Judie and I went to Surrey this week. (By the way, I have always love the song “Stoned Soul Picnic”, but never knew exactly what “surrey”meant. It turns out that no one knows and that there any number of web sites discussing this. Perhaps Laura Nyro knew, but has taken the secret to her grave.) Anyway, we went to a place called Pennyhill Park, where Judie was at a conference. It is a rather historic place that was purchased and converted in a resort with a little golf course and one of the biggest and most elaborate spas I have ever seen. It was very nice. I probably would have done more while I was there, but I was sort of being careful because of my leg. It was fun anyway.