Man being eaten by Chair

Culture and Anarchy

Whilst at the Tate, I also took a look at their ‘A Walk through the Twentieth Century’. Now, I think this is a great idea; it gives a good idea of the development of art and art movements throughout the twentieth century, and I also saw many old favourites (such as Stanley Spencer, The Woolshop (1939), Mark Gertler’s startling and fascinating paintings, The Mandolinist and Merry-go-round, also Vanessa Bell, Winifred Knights, Gwen John, etc.

But what really struck me is how much I simply cannot appreciate some types of art. There was a painting by Roger Hilton, called simply February 1954. Now, Hilton is a well-respected artist, whose artistic integrity encourages him to name paintings by the month and year in which they were painted, so that viewers will properly engage with the art, rather than with some figurative or perceived narrative aspect of the painting. I…

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Kathleen Menges at the Kariton

ars longa; vita brevis

Mid Day, Kathleen Menges, 24×12 inches, cold wax on panel

It was as my friend Dody and I were coming home that we clued into Kathleen Menges’ exhibition at the Kariton Art Gallery in  Abbotsford. It was a day neither sunny nor rainy, a thick cloud cover had settled over the Fraser Valley bringing the summer fields to a rich bright green. In the middle ground, the near hills are a clear mix of forest green and mountain blue. As the mountains recede like cut-outs, the blue gets purer and paler; the green disappears. The sky is a slate blue tint.  It’s the palette of Kathleen Menges. It’s the West Coast of Canada, the wide open farm lands  held in parentheses by the  ubiquitous mountain landscape. She has captured the soul of the valley.

She lives in the Abbotsford not far from this gallery and it’s her first solo show…

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