While Maggi and I visited the Lee Miller show on Friday, Maggi wanted to pop into the Edward Burra exhibition. I used my membership to allow her in and sat down as my achilles irritated me. She walked around and then we left, however his work intrigued me and so I decided to go back today as I had nothing else planned.
I set off by tube as usual and on my way sat opposite an intriguing looking woman. I didn’t engage with her but I thought she looked unusual and rather flamboyant for someone her age.
I emerged from Pimlico and walked the short distance to the gallery. I hadn’t eaten breakfast so I sat down for a cup of coffee and a bag of crisps, a rather odd combination for a late morning meal I agree.
I then set off to take my turn around the Edward Burra show. I found his work both intriguing and compelling. In terms of prestige I believe this exhibition ranked as the lowest of three currently running at Tate Britain with the Lee Miller exposition as the highlight.
Here are some of the images I took as I perused the walls.
Burra (1905-1976) travelled extensively in his younger days visiting the south of France and Paris with friends. He always seemed interested in the unusual, the male figure, the semi erotic and jazz club life. He found WWII traumatising and living in Rye, cut off from the rest of the UK by wartime restrictions, lonely as it separated him from his friends. after the war he travelled the UK country by car and became appalled by the increasing industrialisation and retreating wildlife of the countryside.
I enjoyed his exhibition.
After I had finished I walked back from Tate Britain to Baker Street where I returned home.