Last night we watched Andrew Marr's programme about the new David Hockney Exhibition at the Royal Academy in London. It's inspired me to get down there before it closes in April.
Hockney came over as a likeable and engaging 75 year old with a strong work ethic driving him to put his artistic talents their fullest use. Part of his secret is his willingness to embrace new methods and processes, notably his amazing iPad landscapes which filled an entire gallery and his live montages produced from 9 connected digital movie cameras.
The huge landscapes depicting the rolling hills and lanes above his Bridlington base reminded me of the glorious landscapes I had cycled through on the last leg of my Way of The Roses trip last May. I must have cycled within a couple of miles of his tree tunnel, although I was puffing like a burke and he was puffing in a Merc. (2/10 Ed).
His fascination with seasons and the continuous change they invoke on the English landscape mirrors my own. As one becomes older one either gets obsessive about the seasons or the bin collections and the former has got to be healthier. I did take a picture every day of a lane near our house over a 12 month period but the results weren't good enough to show in the RA, and I love the idea of stitching pictures together on my iPhone - here's one I did yesterday to try (unsuccessfully) to capture a rainbow.