To get to the Mall Galleries I need to cross St James’s Park.
It is fairly quiet and the swans and cygnets on the lake create a peaceful mid-morning scene.
I step into Pall Mall. Did you know that it gets the name from the 17th century from when a Frenchman introduced the game Pelemele (an older sort of croquet type game) to be played on the lawns here?
A lone jogger huffs and puffs by…
Note: referring back to my post of 18th February ‘Now is the Time to Ban Joggers from Tranquil Walkways’ in which I complained a bit about joggers ‘en masse’. The odd solitary jogger is fine by me! It’s only when they are in their hordes taking over the pavement space that I have contention.
A long line of tourists crocodile their way up the red ceremonial route of Pall Mall and carry on past the elegant Regency style porticoes of the Mall Galleries, and on towards Admiralty Arch and Trafalgar Square.
|A long line of tourists crocodile up the Mall|
Note: the Mall has been tinted red since the period of Queen Elizabeth II’s coronation to create the effect of a giant red carpet leading up to Buckingham Palace – so eat your heart out Oscars!
Before entering the galleries, I glance up to the sky and see the sun (looking more like the moon than the sun making a feeble watery effort to break through the wintry cloudiness.
|A watery sun tries to break through the wintry cloudiness|
Once inside the galleries I join a pop-up life-class workshop with artist tutor Henry Gibbons Guy. The model is good looking and has a beard that reminds me of an 8th century BC Assyrian warrior of King Ashurnasirpal II who might have leapt right out of a great stone frieze that I have seen gracing a couple of walls in the British museum (I make a note to return to have another look at it again sometime). It has all these wonderful warriors and horses and lions carved on a gigantic scale and is so AMAZING!
|Tim Galton ‘Incombe Hole near Ivinghoe Beacon, Buckinghamshire’|
I return my attention back to my artistic endeavours and scribble and smudge and concentrate a bit more on my drawing
|David Caldwell ‘Rainy Night’|
At the end of the workshop I roll up my master drawing of the Assyrian warrior and tuck it under my arm. Before leaving, I take a walk through the galleries and check out some of the other paintings in the Lynn Painter-Steiner Prize Exhibition.
A large picture of a broken ship in a wide a cool sea…
|Broken Vessel by Peter Archer|
|The Cowgate by Henry Kondracki|
|Details of The Cowgate|
The next painting I come across makes me feel like taking a walk around a garden…and I love the thickness of the paint and brushwork. Painted by Peter Clossick and Runner Up for the Lynn Painter-Stainers Prize.
Another Runner Up Prize painted by Benjamin Andreas is of Hoxton Square. I’m often in Hoxton so, who knows, I might pass by this location sometime…
|Hoxton Square Daytime|
|Details from Secret Garden|
My final painting selection just makes me want to do some wild swimming in some unknown remote and secret place..
Secret Place by Daniel Ablitt
Oil on canvas
Is the sun shining? Nope! The sun has failed in its vain attempt to break through the cloud which now hangs flat and grey overhead. Ah well, Spring is just around the corner, so who knows? We might get to see the sun some time soon.