Hollington’s Florilegium, paintings by David Hollington, a botanical alphabet, part 1: A to M, in the window of the Rowley Gallery throughout October. They are accompanied by a selection of David’s miniature paintings, and a few words of introduction here below. Continue reading “Hollington’s Florilegium”
In an age of so much processed and homogenised pop mush it’s a joy to find some honest to goodness musicians playing and listening and making it up as they go along, with lots of fun and empathy and grace. What the world needs now is Bill Frisell, Thomas Morgan and Rudy Royston.
This was the first sight. Ignore the car park and the fancy farm shop and the reserved restaurant and the souvenir bookshop. Outside on the grass, just as the rain began to fall, my eyes met Harri VI (it translates as Stone VI), a great carved block of granite. Imagine that. How is that possible? The equivalent of a giant fist carved in granite. A fistful of granite. I love it. Continue reading “Eduardo Chillida In Somerset”