A day out with Dave…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s unusual pencil sharpener is the one shaped like the sound of a tomcat in the night.

3 pm on Friday:
I am writing this sitting at a cafe table in the ancient city of York. Isn’t it funny how some days the world, and complete strangers, seem to conspire against you?
But first, why am I in York? Well, I’m here for art; the Dulltown gallery is, for various reasons, closed down for 18 months, and the nearby Leeds City Art Gallery is also closed for a year whilst they glue a new roof on it; so I thought a trip to York Art Gallery might assuage my aesthetic hunger pangs…
The train journey (only an hour) wasn’t too bad – well, until we pulled into Selby (there’s a nice abbey in Selby) where two separate groups of loud people got on and cheerfully dominated the carriage for the rest of the trip; thank god for headphones!
Anyway, as soon as I arrived in York and started walking to the town centre along a narrow busy pavement, I was brushed and nudged almost into the road by two oncoming middle class, middle-aged, smartly dressed, unyielding women, one of whom was carrying in her arms a prickly shrub encased in some sort of net; it was the damn shrub that tried to brush and nudge me into the path of the traffic. A couple of minutes later a young trendy looking woman lurched across my path forcing me to stop dead in my tracks; she was finishing some coffee in a paper cup, head tilted back, eyes closed, her full lips taking a final suck on the rim before she threw it aggressively into a rubbish bin at the side of the road.
Still, here I am safe and sound, with tea and cake, in the cafe and… Oh dear, a bunch of enthusiastically loud laughing Italian tourists have just set up camp at the table next to mine. I think I’ll put this piece of writing on pause and continue it later… Oh, and there’s another reason to get up and go – the cafe speakers have just started playing a slow and prissy cover version of Bob Dylan’s Don’t Think Twice it’s Alright by some confident, but bland, wishy-washy young person…
5.30 pm now – in another cafe:
Well, I went to the art gallery (by the way, it’s now £7 to get in, it used to be free); it was alright I suppose. Not much has changed in there over the years. There are plenty of old religious paintings if you like that sort of thing, a good slice of 19th c. and 20th c. stuff as well. The artists who made me pause and look were: William Etty, Henry Tonks, Cecil Collins, Paul Nash, David Hockney (a 1961 one, I like his early paintings), Alfred Woolmark, and Richard Jack.
A large proportion of the upstairs gallery space in the museum is now given over to ceramics. Now, some people like pots, but I’m not one of them – but I do try to not be rude about them… however…
However, the was a large work on show by someone called Clare Twomey. It is an installation consisting of a very high stack of black shelves upon which rest 10,000 white pot bowls made by communities of helpers in York and beyond – apparently each bowl takes an hour to make. All the bowls are remarkably similar in size, shape, and colour, and there are 10,000 of the them – need I say more?…
After a glance at that I quickly nipped back downstairs and looked through the postcards for sale. Now, still buzzing with caffeine and chocolate from the earlier cafe visit, I had cheered up a bit and was feeling more optimistic, and I had a bright idea concerning my art. As I am probably coming to the natural conclusion of my spatter painting period (I think I really have done enough of them for the time being); I decided, after seeing those old paintings, that I would return to doing one or two loose ‘copies’ of such things in charcoal and pencil. I have done a few of these over the years; they are fun to do, and it makes you, in a strange way, connect with the original artist.
How about this one? This is by Francis Cotes (1726 – 1770) and is called: The Honourable Lady Stanhope and the Countess of Effingham as Diana and Her Companion (1765).

DSCN4262What a jolly nice and productive day it turned out to be; and I also bought some Marks and Spencer tinned tuna and a bag of organic cashew nuts…

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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2 Responses to A day out with Dave…

  1. julie harms says:

    That seems like a nice day 🙂

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