I have mis-timed this post. It is rather irritating to hear of an inspiring exhibition (at Tate Modern) when it has already closed – so I decided a couple of weeks ago not to mention it. But it has stayed with me. Colour painted from memory – fleeting moments captured and reworked till they sing.
I am less moved by the much reproduced bath pictures – this one, for example, seems to me plain weird.
The colours are not always bright and bold. These two, possibly my favourites, are softer, subtle and beautifully balanced:
The almond tree was Bonnard’s last painting, finished in 1947. Apparently, when he was too weak to paint, he asked his nephew to change the patch of green in the bottom left corner to the gold we see now – still pondering colour right to the last.
Before we left the building we nipped up to the viewing gallery and were met with this:
Moody skies and swirling winds – quite exciting!
Plenty of ideas for the dye pots – I am busy winding base yarns as I hope to get several days in soon.