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:

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:


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:
