It was the Hepworth Christmas Market at the weekend. I enjoyed the print fair, back in the spring, so I thought I'd see what the winter equivalent was like. It was fine, although I found no christmas presents for folks - I find it more difficult every year (it's not me, it's them. Isn't it?). It was a lovely crisp winter's day for the trip and I really enjoyed crossing the Pennines, lightly dusted with snow as they were and all dressed up in intense shades of golden plover (that's honestly what came into my mind at the time).
I didn't know when I decided to go that there would be a Gertrude Hermes exhibition, because who plans that far ahead? Not me obviously. I was delighted when I realised, and eagerly made my way upstairs. And then... I was disappointed. I think it was a variation on that wood engraving thing again, even though I thought I liked her work. I do! Her pieces don't come into that category of terribly well executed yet terribly dull - they have movement, interest. But all those fiddly little marks, I don't know, I just felt something in me turn away. On this trip I came away with two favourites - a linocut (The Waterfall) and a brass doorknocker in the shape of a swallow. However, I've decided that this lack of connection with the exhibition might be to do with thinking I should be getting back home, with having been to the christmas market first, with there being quite a lot of people there - in short, with being for some reason in the wrong frame of mind. So I'm going to try again in December, take my time, engage, and then I'll report back.
I didn't know when I decided to go that there would be a Gertrude Hermes exhibition, because who plans that far ahead? Not me obviously. I was delighted when I realised, and eagerly made my way upstairs. And then... I was disappointed. I think it was a variation on that wood engraving thing again, even though I thought I liked her work. I do! Her pieces don't come into that category of terribly well executed yet terribly dull - they have movement, interest. But all those fiddly little marks, I don't know, I just felt something in me turn away. On this trip I came away with two favourites - a linocut (The Waterfall) and a brass doorknocker in the shape of a swallow. However, I've decided that this lack of connection with the exhibition might be to do with thinking I should be getting back home, with having been to the christmas market first, with there being quite a lot of people there - in short, with being for some reason in the wrong frame of mind. So I'm going to try again in December, take my time, engage, and then I'll report back.
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