Picasso and Paper at The Royal Academy

 

My first trip into London for what seemed like an eternity happened last Thursday. The Picasso and Paper exhibition at The Royal Academy was meant to be my birthday treat back in April but I feared I would of missed out due to the lockdown. I was overjoyed to see that it had been continued but I wondered if I’d be able to snag a ticket when a few new ones were released for its last few days.

The newsletter pinged into my inbox and I quickly clicked the link to secure a ticket and I couldn’t wait. It was a very different London experience post lockdown, quieter trains and tubes, most people abiding by the rules and wearing a mask, however, some quite blatantly didn’t feel the rules applied to them.

I got the the RA a bit early and I finished my iced latte bathed in sunshine in the courtyard out front. All safety procedures were in place, hands were sanitised, mask tightly on and I entered the building.

The exhibition was large, 12 rooms dedicated to Picasso and his works. Starting with works from his blue period in the first room. I am going to state here that Picasso’s aesthetic is not really my favourite style of work. I absolutely appreciate what a genius he is and that his methods and choice of medium he chooses to work in, intrigues me greatly. As a paper artist myself, I wanted to see these elements of his work more than the paintings.

I loved the two little paper cut outs of the bird and dog, so simple yet so characterful. Also, you may recognise the lady in the hat as the same Parisian lady Toulouse Lautrec painted. Picasso was acquainted with lots of the famous impressionists including Monet and Van Gough. But the Blue Period (1901-04) was far from the cubist masterpieces he is most famously known.Hard times, poverty, family tragedy and a lack of confidence was channeled in to monochromatic work of various blues triggered by the death of his longtime friend and poet Carles Casagemas.

 

 

As you moved through the exhibition you were treated to insights in Picasso’s way of working. His sketchbooks and doodles showed how he was constantly consumed with ideas for his work and how he wanted to express himself. He develops his cubist style from 1909 after his Blue and African Inspired periods. How he applies it to the mainly but not exclusively female figures, the more dynamic and expressive his mark making is. Also, we see his use of collage and in particular his obsession with guitars and violins. I absolutely loved seeing these. The simplicity of the paper shapes and uses of various pieces of ephemera didn’t detract from the image or his cubist style. It is amazing to me how by simplifying a form it can have more impact. Less is most definitely more for me.

 



 

What I enjoyed seeing as I walked through the rooms was how Picasso didn’t limit himself to working in any medium and with any particular process. I smiled as I saw the felt-tip pen and crayon sketches, ideas on old newspapers and magazines and my eyes widened as I saw the ornate printing press and copper plates displayed next to their printed double. I am so involved in the process of making art that sometimes the destination isn’t as fulfilling as the journey but I felt that Picasso, using paper as a vehicle for his work was both inspiring and comforting. Final pieces, such a sculptures were conceived through many drawings and observations beforehand. His iconic weeping woman painting had many different versions before completion. Picasso’s heavily stylised figures, sometimes almost unrecognisable, I find harsh and unflattering to look at. Beauty is not in what he portrays but emotion through shape and colour. I began to understand him more as we moved through the rooms.

He worked on various collaborations, his distinct style shone through but harmonised with the work he was supporting. Cross over elements of being and artist and designer apparent and another connection I felt towards him. It was a pleasant surprise to see his stage set and costume designs. Also, to further highlight the processes he worked in, large carved wooden block printing tiles were displayed next to the final printed piece. Another insight into, not just how Picasso worked but how anyone would create what seems like a simple print. Picasso didn’t discriminate against materials and processes of working. You will see charcoal sketches, inked etchings pencil sketches, cut and pasted almost childlike shapes.

 


This was a real feast for the eyes and the first large collage to be displayed. Femmes a leur toilette, Paris, Winter 1937-38. Incredibly dynamic and rich in tone and texture as all the different patterned appears and drawings overlapped. With it be…

This was a real feast for the eyes and the first large collage to be displayed. Femmes a leur toilette, Paris, Winter 1937-38. Incredibly dynamic and rich in tone and texture as all the different patterned appears and drawings overlapped. With it being life-size it was as though you could step into that particular scene and mingle amongst the women.





My favourite piece of the exhibition came near the end. Reclining Nude Woman - 1955, was a large collage and painted piece that was both beautiful with a more subtle cubist style to the figure painted over layers of patterned paper. I loved that you…

My favourite piece of the exhibition came near the end. Reclining Nude Woman - 1955, was a large collage and painted piece that was both beautiful with a more subtle cubist style to the figure painted over layers of patterned paper. I loved that you could see the small pins used to connect all the elements together. It seemed unpolished and raw but still highly accomplished. I stood and looked at this piece for some time. If I had to choose one piece I would like on my wall, it was this one. A fitting way for me to finish my visit was to leave totally inspired and in awe of what I had seen.


 

There were parts of the exhibition I wasn’t so engaged with. His obsession with the mythological minotaur, part man - part Bull, was Picasso’s alter ego during the 1930’s. For surrealists, the minotaur was an emblem for them as it was the personification of forbidden desires. It does give you an insight into how Picasso viewed himself and the direction he wanted his work to travel in, exploring the broader spectrum of classicism would influence much of his future work. He emphasised his Spanish heritage often in works, the bull itself was a popular image and in 1937 his Anti-war painting Guernica is also referenced in the exhibition. Picasso loved animals, more than humans and he would reference them as much as possible.

Overall, the exhibition was very well curated, it was easy to flow through each period and understand the relationship Picasso had with paper but also the added extras that delivered much more than just this focus. It was a pleasure to view it with such few people there due to the restrictions and that meant you could spend time really looking without the pressure of keeping on moving to stop a swell. I wanted to leave feeling inspired, with my very culture starved and detached state of mind re-attached and tuned in to the world again. I wanted to learn more about Picasso and get a sense of the man behind the work. This exhibition delivered all of that for me, I am grateful I could see it. For those who didn’t get the chance I hope the images can take you on a similar journey.

 
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Favourite Places - Ubud, Bali

 

From somewhere close to home and now to the other side of the world. Ubud in Bali is a place I often visit again and again in my mind.

My honeymoon in 2014 was to Hong Kong and Bali and it was fantastic, (once I had gotten over the worst jet lag I had ever had), but even then, it was a wonderful trip.

When we arrived in Bali, the queue to get in was enormous, and quite honestly I wondered if we’d ever leave the airport, but we did eventually get through customs after paying our entrance fee. I don’t think I actually believed I was finally there - I had longed to visit for years, heightened even more by seeing it on screen in Eat, Pray, Love. I could see myself as Julia Roberts, cycling around, loving it, I imagined myself there and the reality did not disappoint.

My new husband, Chris and I stayed in the most wonderful hotel, in the raised rice fields just outside of Ubud. We arrived there late in the afternoon and the sounds of the forest were all around us. The room was dimly lit and on the bed towels shaped as swans and a single red rose welcomed us in. It was, to me, paradise.

We ventured into Ubud the next day, the people we had already met were so friendly and they made us feel so welcome. The taxi driver was so pleased to discuss English football with Chris as I just absorbed all I could looking out of the window. Temples, statues, all ages on motorcycles whizzed by and before we knew it we were in the centre of Ubud.

Ubud is of course a wash with visitors, all looking for that sense of calm and enlightenment, after all its many temples install that need in you. They are highly decorative, exposed to the air, rich in colour but not polished. Their aged beauty, very beautiful and inspiring.

The market is a riot of colour, full of handmade Indonesian treasures and fruit and vegetable baskets full to overflowing. Continuing down the main street, shops showcasing high quality works of art sit in amongst cafes and salons of traditional therapies, all hum to a calm bhudist tune.

At the bottom of the road, the Ubud Monkey Temple lets you get up close and personal with its monkey inhabitants. These light fingered locals are very canny, they will take what they can, I saw one take a water bottle from a man’s backpack and unscrew the lid and take a drink. They know that we want to see them and they take you for all you’ve got, if they can. Still it was a joy to see a mother nursing her new baby and watch it climb through the trees. The elders looked down on you from their perches on the temple walls, surveying their kingdom.

Ubud was hot, humid, full of smells that weren’t familiar and people from all over the world. I felt so comfortable here, inspired by the plants, trees, buildings and all within. I didn’t want to leave but we were going to head back to our hotel and select on the day. I can say it was the most beautiful taxi rank, right outside of a large red brick temple adorned with magical carvings.

This place will be with me forever and the piece of work I created some time later is a physical reminder of all memories I have of it.

 
 
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Favourite Places - Bradgate Park

 

Since lockdown started it has been a real time of reflection for me and getting my priorities in order. Like so many of us who feel very lucky to not be on the frontline and don’t want to complain about having to stay home, I can’t help but really, really miss my family and friends. Zoom is great and a godsend really, but I am missing physically sharing space with people. Alas, we all know why we are doing it and it is so important to finish this process properly. We must Stay Safe and Stay at Home.

In the meantime, I am reflecting on my favourite places that inspire me greatly. Being from Leicester originally and like most people who grew up in and around the city, Bradgate Park felt like it was an extension of your own back garden. As soon as you enter the iron gates you can believe that its roots lie in medieval times. You are surrounded by ancient trees such as oaks and monkey puzzles, wander off the path that flows along side the river Lin and ramble through the bracken, climb the hills and rocks that the deer roam freely through also, to the top where you will pay your respects at the war memorial and stand side by side with Old John.

 
 

As a child, Old John, a folly was a source of many a fanciful tail, Its unique beer tankard shape looked down on high over all the county. Climbing to it has been a joy that both brings you closer to nature and to those who you are climbing with. When I was really unwell with anxiety and depression, I craved being in Bradgate Park. It feels like home, the breeze flows through you, calms your mind and inspires me beyond belief. They opened up the folly a couple of years ago and I finally saw its inside and the view from the top, which I never thought I’d get to see.

Bradgate Park is also well know for being the ancestral home of Lady Jane Grey, the ruins of her home are guarded by peacocks as it sits nestled at the bottom of the hill. You can feel the tudor vibes as you are in the park, you can imagine the hunting and outdoor pursuits that would of taken place. This sense of history is something that you feel proud of and want to protect. The park now is looked after by a trust and it remains the most wonderful place to visit. So, if you are ever driving past Leicester on the M1, take the chance to go and see Bradgate for yourself.

 
 

Needles to say, I have created a few pieces of work based on Bradgate Park. The four Digital Prints were sold in the Park’s Shop, which was a proud moment for me and the mini paper cutout was a piece I made as a gift for my cousin in Singapore. A little bit of home and a reminder of all the happy days we all spent there together over the years.

 
 
 
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Barbara's Garden

 

One of my favourite places to visit when I am in St. Ives, Cornwall, is Barbara Hepworth’s house and Gardens. Nestled in-between the higgledy piggledy whitewashed seaside homes that surround the bay, is a gem that I am in awe of and it inspires me greatly whenever I visit.

Hepworth is a contemporary of Henry Moore and the influence they have on each other is clear to see, however, Hepworth wasn’t always seen as equal to Moore, being a woman she had to shout louder. Her work, inspired by organic shapes and the human body created from bronze, stone, wood and steel make for the most wonderful pieces. So tactile and imposing yet totally sympathetic and perfect for the surroundings

Whilst her work is displayed all over the world, the joy of seeing so many pieces together in her garden in amongst the trees and shrubs is magical not just for myself, but for my 2 year old daughter who was mesmerised by the scale and shapes of the sculptures. She just wanted to give them a big hug.

I could visit Hepworth’s home over and over again and see something new in it and be inspired time and time again. If you haven’t been and you are down that way in Cornwall, definitely go and see it for yourself. Enjoy looking at the pics and below you will also see 3 of the studies I have made inspired by what I’ve seen. These will inform a larger piece I will do soon.

 
 
 
 

10 FOR 10

 

It’s such a strange way of life at the moment. At home, everything seems the same but outside all is quiet and still. I should of been putting up my work for the Hertford Art Trail for a month long exhibition, but like everything it has been postponed. This lockdown could really send me insane, so, to combat this I have made 10 mini paper cutouts and I will be selling them for £10 each - hence 10 for 10!

With the sun shining outside I was inspired to use bright, fresh coloured hand painted papers to create the botanical and elements surrounded by a landscape of abstract shapes.

I am hoping that these pictures, will bring a little bit of joy for those who buy them as they gave me a lot of joy to make. Stay home and stay safe everyone.

 
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The Great Houseplant Takeover

 

Before the lockdown happened and we could roam about freely, I was lucky enough to spend the day wth my parents and daughter at RHS Wisley. My main reason for going was to see a unique exhibition in the Glasshouse. The Great Houseplant Takeover showcased a wonderful mix of houseplants as they rambled through and climbed over the interior of an imagined Victorian Town House.

It didn’t disappoint. To say I was totally inspired would be a understatement. The mix of interesting old furniture and household items provided a stunning canvas for for the array of foliage that weaved its way through or marked its territory by standing proud planted in a cup, or a draw and even shoes.

As you enter you are greeted by an old freestanding coat rack. Complete with flat cap, coat, umbrellas and a climbing Devil’s Ivy. A sideboard and wall clock exploding with plants of different shades of green and different sizes and shapes of leaf. Don’t worry though, you could still answer your circle dialled telephone.

As you work your way through from the entrance hall you enter a tropical world of large leafed indoor palms, monsteras, philodendrons, calatheas all hugging a cactus piece chess board. A drawing room follows with a large dark wood display cabinet showcasing not only books, but more large leaf monsteras and its smaller cousin the Monstera Adansonii Swiss Cheese Vine and the magenta pink of the Philodendron - Pink Princess is a small taste of the colour next to come. Underneath the display cabinet a sea of Alocasia Amazonica start to talk over the writing desk.

You make your way past an old armchair that has succumbed to its invading houseplant, and fireplace no longer with coal and wood but alight with flame red flowers all watched over by an impressive Staghorn Fern. This first area of the exhibition was already getting my creative juices flowing and the stunning display in the bedroom of a four poster bed covered in a duvet of vibrant Bromeliads was simply divine and the posts topped with the most famous variety, the Pineapple.

There is so much to admire and absorb within the displays that you forget you are within the larger Glasshouse. The Kitchen is next and its butler’s sink, pots, pan, racks and scales are providing happy homes for carnivorous plants, spider plants and a selection of mosses that are carpeting work tops.

Everywhere you look there is an area that you see planted and wish you had in your own home. The dining table is a real feast for the eyes as cactus’ and succulents take on the personalities of the family that would living in the house. My personal favourite it the child’s high chair with its prickly pear cactus that looks like a baby waving its arms around. You wouldn’t want to eat the spiky cactus cupcakes but they are just as pretty to look at. The globe drinks trolley containing string of pearls and a selection of succulents, accompanies a rather overshadowed selection of spirits.

One of the most atmospheric rooms was the final space and it was the bathroom. The sink was over flowing with foliage surrounded by Staghorn ferns, so sculptural they look like seaweed. Framed living pictures of various varieties of fern, thrive in the moist setting. Birds of paradise watch on as the bath, full of water loving plants relax under the waterfall shower.

This completed the tour through the house and I have to say I was disappointed that it had ended, I wanted to see more! The whole exhibition, a triumph as it celebrated the humble houseplant, not only inspired but uplifted at the same time. All of these plants I could grow at home, and believe me, I would, if I could fit them all in and keep them safe from inquisitive 2 year old, who incidentally also loved the exhibition too.

I shouldn’t of felt disappointed to leave the exhibition though, the rest of RHS Wisley’s Glass house is truly magical too.

 
 
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Why I do what I do..........

 

So, I’ve wanted to write a blog for such a long time, but, I’m not sure if other creatives find this, but it’s difficult to get my thoughts out of my head and into words. As the new website is up and running now, it seemed like the time to give it a proper try, so here goes…………………………

Why do I do what I do? A question I get asked a lot and quite simply, if I don’t create I don’t feel happy. My work, which is never a chore, is the release I need to make everything else make sense. I am extremely lucky to have a loving and supportive family but when times get hard, being able to make, makes me happy.

It was in making my large Jardin Majorelle Paper Cut Out (the Yves Saint Laurent garden in Marrakech) that I realised I needed to make art. I hadn’t focused on a project for a long time and I had spiralled into depression and sever anxiety, for a second time. In my mind, this image kept on appearing and I just decided to make it. The best thing I did. The best therapy I could get and the start of a whole new chapter of my creative life.

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