Sausage Landscape
Had to cull some disparate, troublemaking elements who are not constrained by time and whose voyeurism was constant and divisive. Not the best night's sleep when certain things were affirmed during the day.
Did some photography in Birmingham, had a blood orange. Wish i had the time to go to a chilli festival there. Back in London there were deckchairs near Euston Square where you could kick back and see the ..golf, cricket's preferable. Took a bus to Stokie; it was a friend's birthday. From there to Bruce Grove; halloumi and sardines for bbqs were hard to find; Andy did a fine job with the coals. It's refreshing when loyal people take the broad view; if you believe in good that is what will come back to you.
Thurs went to a choir practice; i felt alive, sang bass while having a grapefruit juice. The blend of harmonies; bouncing off each other.
Loved Lowry at the Tate Britain Mon; Flowers in a Window 1956. Going to the Match; Lowry loved football..the cornerstone of working class life. Britain at Play, Snow in Manchester. Seurat's tragic vision. Our Town, Ancoats, Cumberland Landscape, Necropolis. Depicting Wigan's industrial landscape as harsh, the Cripples.
Patrick Caulfield was on; previously saw his work at the Tate Modern in 2008; vibrant use of colours. May go to an art show in Oxford tomorrow.
Labels: Manchester homage, melodies, snooping, vindication

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