A Cup of Tea with Freud Bacon by Chris Fallowfield
So here we were, human animals gathered again, (predominantly middle -aged, predominantly middle-class, but human animals nonetheless). Making our social noises: some murmuring sweetly as doves, the occasional hoot, as of an owl; the distinctive bellow of an over-exuberant corncrake. And now, here we all are in the ritual semi-circle, surrounding another of our species who has divested herself of all clothing, and is now assuming an improbable posture which she will try to maintain, motionless, for the remainder of the evening (by which time we shall all be two and a half hours closer to death). Should one recognise this passage of time in our work, or continue as if the universe was temporarily motionless?
At this point, I shall refer shamelessly to two favourite artists who come close to achieving the impossible, conveying a sense of time passing in a still image. Bonnard, also known as God, does it by never allowing our eyes to rest upon any shape which does not melt into another, and then another. One feels as if one is entering his garden or dining room again and again as if for the first time. Hiroshige, in an entirely different way, puts us at ease in a beautiful formal scheme, but directs our gaze at subtle elements of movement: rain falling, people walking, smoke rising, so we feel as if we were witnessing something like a film.
One method of working that acknowledges time as an element is the inclusion of vestiges of previous work. Tom has this, this week, with an early cubist head superimposed, halfway to the demi-monde of Les Demoiselles d'Avignon. Sandra's painting (my favourite of the week) is a veritale Pompidou Centre of exposed construction, but also manages a tremendous pinioned arm giving support to a subtly inclined head. Fiona has an aerialiste just prior to donning feathers and spangled costume: I love it! Peter's discipline in making his own style is now enabling him to use it more expressively. Personally, I struggled to make a virtue of lack of lighting by contrasting the body as a whole with "background", but ended with a crude, nonedescript attempt. But loved the being-there, the looking-forward-to-being-there-again (he squawked!).
Paintings and drawings by Barry, Chris, Fiona, Hadyn, Kate, Neil, Patrick, Peter, Roger H, Roger S, Russell, Sandra, Steve, Steven, Tom and Tony.

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