'Hail Mary, full of grape, the Bawd is with thee'
Compensation for missing the American print exhibition - by ONE DAY came in the form of coffee and some iced lemon cake (sigh).
Next on to photograph samples of shrug crochet in Lakeside Gallery, where some Silver 'lace trimmed handkerchiefs' can be seen. Maroon upholstery sets off eau-de-nil mohair (Pingouin vintage stash found hiding in a back room at Oxfam) very well. How were the exibits made - some 'lost wax' process, or where they actually cut with a mig welder - only the artists can tell me that.
Made it at last to , Lucy Stevens binaural sound piece at Nottingham Castle Museum & Art Gallery; a kind of fantasy guided walk around the grounds, that I still managed to scotch by following my own path (as usual), and doing it backwards.
On entering the gallery I was distracted by Samplers - incredible the literacy expected of a (middle/upper class) 6 yr old of the 18th century.
The climaxof this art-exhausting - exhilarating day, Surface Gallery private view of Kate Walters, whose visceral watercolours bled from the page, and trickled down the back of the neck. Examining spirituality, corporality, mortality and the nature of female friendship the transient nature of existence .... definitely worth another look at these intimately-scaled personal versions of one womans stations of the cross.
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