Quite the break. Returning to the canvas feels really good. I have not felt the much expected self doubt having taken such an indulgent rest from my paints. Perhaps this is because I explored very lovely things whilst being away. In Dublin, we visited the Dublin City Gallery The Hugh Lane.
We went to see Francis Bacon's studio which had been transported from his home in London after his death. From the walls, to the dust on the floor, one was able to be a Bacon Voyeur. The exhibit was more than just the studio, it was rife with personal effects and a looping video of an interview filmed in his studio years back.
We strolled through the permanent gallery, through rooms of Corot landscapes, and past large winterscapes made by Courbet. Just as we were leaving, my eyes found themselves pinned to Manet's Music in the Tuileries. I guess I did learn that this painting sat in Dublin somewhere along the way, but I did not remember this fact! Indeed, this painting is one of the first to mark the Impressionist movement but despite its lofty history, I was focussed on something more simple than that. Manet and his black line - will get me every time!
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