SCULPTURE CAN BE APPRECIATED by enjoying the light reflected off it or passing through it, by touch, and sometimes by sounds it makes. Today, at London’s Tate Modern gallery, I saw an exhibition of sculpture that can be seen, but cannot be touched or even heard. The exhibits were beams of light projected onto screens through a room filled with the sort of smoke used in theatres to create haziness. All these exhibits were created by the British artist Anthony McCall, who was born in 1946.
The projected light creates often changing patterns on broad screens. What makes the exhibits really exciting is that the slowly moving smoky haze in the room allows the viewer to see the paths taken by the projected light through space. These three-dimensional envelopes of light produce interesting sculptural forms, but unlike most sculptures, the viewer can move through them unimpeded. And while moving through these space-filling light formations, the viewer modifies their shapes and what is projected onto the screens. The results are both intriguing and beautiful, apart from being quite unusual. Words cannot adequately describe what we saw at this show. You need to experience it for yourself to enjoy this intangible but intensely visual sculptural show, which is continuing until 27 April 2025.
IN 1961 MY MOTHER, Helen Yamey (1920-1980) was invited to exhibit some of her sculptures in the prestigious London Group (‘LG’) annual exhibition. The LG, founded in 1913, staged artists whose work was good, but too adventurous or experimental for the Royal Academy. It was the first group in Britain to actively promote Modernism in British art. Her warks were exhibited alongside those of now famous artists such as Frank Bowling, David Hockney, Howard Hodgkin, Francis Newton Souza, Eileen Agar, Frank Auerbach, Duncan Grant, LS Lowry, Julian Trevelyan, and Vanessa Bell. Because of the last name mentioned, it was with great interest to me that we visited the exhibition of works by Vanessa Bell which was being held at the Milton Keynes Gallery until 23 February 2025.
Vanessa Bell (1879-1961), a niece of the famous Victorian photographer Julia Margaret Cameron, was in the final year of her life when the above-mentioned LG exhibition was held. It would be interesting to know whether she met my mother at this show. There is a small chance that this meeting might have happened because the LG exhibition was held in March 1961 and Bell died (of a brief illness) in early April that year.
The exhibition at Milton Keynes was well-curated and beautifully laid-out. In a series of interconnecting rooms, the visitor was able to follow Bell’s creative output from the beginning of the twentieth century until near the end of her life. The show demonstrates Bell’s great versatility as an artist. One of the earliest of her paintings is a portrait of her father, Sir Leslie Stephen. It is an extremely competent painting in the style of the Old Masters. Soon after painting this, her style changed because of being influenced by the styles of early twentieth century European avant-garde artists. Her paintings began to acquire a tendency towards abstraction, but with a few exceptions on display at the exhibition, they never ceased to be even slightly figurative. In 1912, she exhibited her works in the Second Post Impressionist Exhibition alongside those of, for example, Matisse, Braque, and Picasso. A few of the paintings we saw reminded us of Modigliani.
Shortly before the outbreak of WW1, Vanessa moved out to Charleston in Sussex along with her husband Clive Bell, Duncan Grant, and Duncan’s lover David Garnett. She hired a cottage so that Duncan and David could work as farm labourers and thus avoid being conscripted into the military. After WW1, when the more adventurous styles of what was then ‘modern art’ went out of fashion in the English art market, Bell’s paintings reverted to being more figurative in style. The exhibition includes many examples of art which were created collaboratively by Vanessa Bell and Duncan Grant. These works include furnishings (many for decorating the house in Charleston) and ceramic works, including a series of 50 plates, each with a portrait of a famous woman. These were commissioned by the art historian Kenneth Clark and were all on display in the exhibition. Bell also designed many book covers, notably for her sister, the author Virginia Woolf,
Bell’s later paintings were all beautifully executed, many of them being depictions of domestic scenes. Although my favourites were her earlier paintings that tended towards abstraction, I was also very much taken by some of her later paintings executed in the 1950s. Having declared that, I must say that I am very pleased that I managed to see the wonderful exhibition at Milton Keynes in the ‘nick of time’.
Returning to my mother, whose works were exhibited in the same show as Vanessa Bell’s in 1961, you can read all about her and her activities at the forefront of British sculpture in the 1950s and early 1960s in my book “Remembering Helen: My Mother the Artist”, which is available from Amazon, e.g.:https://www.amazon.co.uk/REMEMBERING-HELEN-MY-MOTHER-ARTIST/dp/B0DKCZ7J7X/
WHENEVER WE HAVE HIRED Uber cabs in Bangalore, Bombay, Calcutta, and Hyderabad, we have always paid the amount quoted on the Uber app when making the booking: no more and no less. During a recent visit to Chennai (Madras) in January 2025, we ordered several Uber cabs, and each time experienced the same thing.
The first Uber cab we ordered arrived, and the driver asked us how much we had been quoted. When we told him, he said he would take us only if we paid an amount he mentioned, which was greatly in excess of the fare quoted on the app. On subsequent occasions, we ordered Uber cabs using the app and each time the driver telephoned us before he arrived. Each driver wanted to know the price of the fare on the app. And each time we told the driver the amount, he replied that he would only pick us up if we agreed to pay the higher fare he quoted. We were most surprised by this, but a friend in Chennai seemed to think that there was nothing unusual about what we were experiencing.
I suppose the Uber drivers in Chennai are charging a surcharge to cover what the Uber company deducts from them as a commission.
JUST IN CASE you are tempted to see them, here are two events in London, which I found disappointing. One of them is the Silk Roads exhibition at the British Museum. It was crowded, insubstantial, and resembled a badly lit antiques fair.
The other is the film “The Brutalist”. It is over three hours long, but that is not what irritated me. It was a gratuitous, self-indulgent, uninteresting ‘mish-mash’ of irrelevant story-telling. The only mitigating aspect of this film was the actor Adrien Brody, but I felt sorry that his talents were expended on such a pointless film.
On a positive note, I can strongly recommend viewing the excellent exhibition of Picasso’s prints at the British Museum.
THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY (1800-1859) was a genius, a reformer, a historian, an impressive and persuasive orator, a voracious reader, and a politician (Whig party). He was actively involved in abolishing the slave trade, emancipating the Roman Catholics and the Jewish people in Britain, and extending the right to vote. Yet despite his liberal views and actions, he was what many people might consider ‘politically incorrect’ by today’s standards. For example, even though he promoted the rights of Jewish people, he was quite anti-Semitic. As far as voting was concerned, he wanted to expand the electorate but only to those whose education was above a certain standard.
Macaulay spent several years in India, working for the East India Company and the British Government. He was disdainful of the long tradition of Hindu literature, customs, and knowledge. He felt that the way forward for the Indian Subcontinent lay in providing the Indians with what he considered to be the superior knowledge of Western (European) science, philosophy, and other aspects of life. To this end, he encouraged the teaching of English to Indians so that they could ‘enjoy’ the benefits of Western ‘civilisation’.. It is largely due to his efforts in promoting teaching of English, and other subjects in English, that today English is a flourishing language ( a ‘lingua franca’) in India and other parts of the Subcontinent..
An Indian academic Zareer Masani (1947-2024) has written a superbly detailed biography of Macaulay. Called “Macaulay”, this biography skilfully recounts the life of this fascinating man. It is a scholarly but highly readable account of a brilliant man who achieved a great deal and whose life was not free of contradictory traits. With regard to Macaulay’s encouragement of the use of English in India, Masani wrote that Macaulay was much admired by BR Ambedkar, who was born a Dalit and worked to improve the lot of Dalits. He was also the author of the Constitution of Independent India. Ambedkar, who admired Macaulay, benefitted from Macaulay’s encouragement of Western education as opposed to the revival of Indian nationalist traditions. Without Western education, which Macaulay insisted was to be made available to all Indians regardless of their religion or caste, BR Ambedkar, coming from humble background, might never have had the excellent educational opportunities he enjoyed.
I can strongly recommend this book. It was a joy to read.
SOME MIGHT DISAGREE with me, but I was extremely unimpressed by the “Silk Roads” exhibition that is being shown at London’s British Museum (‘BM’) until 23 February 2025. It seemed to be like an overcrowded, poorly lit antiques fair. Additionally, it appeared to be a rather sketchy overview of what is a highly interesting period in the history of international trade. In contrast to the over-hyped Silk Roads show, another exhibition, “Picasso Printmaker”, showing at the BM until 30 March 2025 is magnificent.
Just as Rembrandt (1606-1669) was one of the best European painters of the seventeenth century, Picasso (1881-1973) was one of the best European painters of the twentieth century. Like Rembrandt, Picasso not only painted but also created prints. During his life, Picasso created at least 2400 prints. The BM has by far the UK’s largest and most representative collection of his prints. Some of these are on display in the beautifully curated show at the museum. The exhibition displays a series of Picasso’s prints ranging from some of the earliest (created around 1905) to those he made during the very last days of his life.
The prints on display were made using several techniques including: aquatint, drypoint (engraving), etching, linocut, lithograph, sugar aquatint, and transfer lithography. He learned these techniques from some of the best printers in France, and experimented with methods of his own. Many of the exhibits are prints made with black ink on white paper, but a few contain other colours. Although the black on white images are of the highest artistic quality, the coloured prints are particularly spectacular
The prints on display at the BM illustrate that throughout his long creative life, Picasso was a highly skilled artist who was not lacking in imagination. Each print in the exhibition increased my appreciation and admiration of Picasso’s artistic output. This exhibition should not be missed if you are keen on twentieth century art and are spending time in London.
WHEN I SPOTTED THE book in the shelves of a charity shop in the small town of Bruton (in Somerset), I knew I had to buy it. It is written by Anthony Seldon, the youngest son of my parents’ dearest friends, Marjorie and Arthur Seldon. I have known them and Anthony since I was a very young child. The book I purchased is called “The Path of Peace. Walking the Western Front Way”.
In 2021, when Europe was in the midst of the covid19 pandemic, Anthony decided to walk from the Swiss Border to the North Sea, following the path of the Western Front such as it was during WW1. His aim was to help establish a ‘Path of Peace’, to realise the idea formulated during the war by one of the millions who died during it (in 1915), Douglas Gillespie. His idea was, so he wrote to his parents, to establish:
“… a path along No Mans Land from Switzerland to the English Channel after the war was over.”
Douglas wrote to his old headmaster at Winchester College that when the path was established:
“… I would like to send every man [woman] and child in Western Europe along that Via Sacra, so that they might think and learn what war means from the silent witnesses on either side.”
And Anthony explained that the walk he undertook was to help fulfil this noble ambition of poor Gillespie who perished in the conflict.
The book describes Anthony’s arduous walk along the Western Front. It was arduous physically, as the author explained in graphic detail. His feet suffered greatly, almost as much as those of the soldiers who had to spend long periods in the unhygienic trenches. It was also arduous for Anthony because he had recently lost his first wife, Joanna, who had succumbed to an illness (not covid19). The various governmental restrictions imposed to control the pandemic added to his difficulties. Yet, despite many businesses having shut down in France because of the virus, he managed (occasionally with difficulty) to find food and accommodation along the way.
Anthony describes many interesting aspects of the history of WW1 as he made his way north from Switzerland to the North Sea. He mentions what has become of the many places that were heavily destroyed by the artilleries of the armies fighting each other. Intertwined with these historical facts of an impersonal nature, he relates the poignant histories of his parents’ families during the war. For example, he describes how his father was orphaned when his parents died during the Spanish Flu, the spread of which was facilitated by wartime conditions. He also describes how his mother’s father was badly wounded in France and how his wife, Anthony’s grandmother, defied British officialdom and rescued her wounded husband from war torn France. These aspects of Anthony’s family history were known to me before I found the book, but what her wrote adds greatly to what I already knew.
Throughout the book, Anthony muses on the horrors of warfare and its tragic consequences. Yet, the book is not as gloomy as its subject matter might suggest. As the reader follows his progress along a frequently ill-signposted trail, he or she gets to know Anthony better: his strengths and his self-confessed weaknesses. Anthony’s book is both fascinating and moving. I am glad I bought my copy when I saw it in Bruton.
yamey 