Month: March 2019

March 4, 2019

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8.00 am: Catch-up! I dealt with emails that couldn’t be completed while I was away, affixed images to three days of this dairy, fixed appointments to my teaching timetable, dealt with postgraduate applications, and considered by contribution to this evening’s event. However quickly I pushed ahead, these tasks absorbed far more time than I was comfortable affording them. 1.30 pm:…
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March 3, 2019

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9.00 am: Out of the hotel onto the street, the bus, the train, the tube to Tate Modern and the Pierre Bonnard: The Colour of Memory exhibition. No sex, self-harming, brutality, death, murder, and mutilation here (which things were the stuff of the other exhibitions that I’d seen this weekend). This was a essay, rather, on domestic contentment, quiet joys,…
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March 2, 2019

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9.00 am: Into the city by bus, train, and tube, and onto the Royal Academy to see the Bill Viola [pronounced like the musical instrument] / Michelangelo: Life, Death, Rebirth exhibition: The gallery was almost entirely dark, which was remarkable enough. There’re few artists who’ve spoken so engagingly, personally, and without embarrassment about spirituality and religious conviction. Michelangelo was a…
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March 1, 2019

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8.30 am: Off to London for a cultural binge. It’s important to feed oneself. Without the nourishment that other artists, writers, and musicians give me, I’d have little food to pass on to those under my tutelage. I also need the challenge of experiencing the finest art has to offer. This is the plumb-line against which I measure my own…
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