Showing posts with label kelvingrove Museum. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kelvingrove Museum. Show all posts

Wednesday, 27 October 2010

abc Wednesday O is for....

Opulance


During my summer break
my friend and I
visited The Bowes Museum
in the market town of Barnard Castle















Fleur de Lys garden

John and Joséphine Bowes founded The Bowes Museum. John, the son of the 10th Earl of Strathmore, was born in Teesdale in 1811. His mother was a commoner, Mary Millner, who lived with the Earl to all intents as his wife for many years. The Earl married her just 16 hours before his death in an attempt to save his son’s succession. Two very long court cases ensued, finally settling the Durham estates on John, but not recognising him as the legitimate heir to the Strathmore title.
John was educated at Eton and became a very successful business man who invested heavily in the coal reserves on his land and bred four Derby winners. From 1847 he spent his time between France and England.
Joséphine Bowes was born in 1825. She was an actress in the Théatre des Variétés, Paris, which John Bowes owned. She shared John’s love of the arts and they married in 1852.



Saturday, 21 November 2009

A Rainy Day Out...

On wednesday Larry had a business appointment in Glasgow,
fortuitously I cadged a lift and
I spent the day at Glasgow's Kelvingrove Museum & Art Gallery

A place l've been to several times and I always find it peaceful and stimulating
it can be every busy, but as it was (typically) a rainy day, with gale force winds forecast,
most sensible people stayed home and dry, so I had the place virtually to myself
(click any to enlarge)

sculpture: Queen Victoria welcomes...

Sophy Cave's installation of floating head

juxtaposed wildlife and a WW2 Spitfire

Anna Pavlova, John Lavery
Scottish Painters Room

another quiet, empty corridor

stunning Charles Rennie Mackintosh fireplace

the main hall

more sculpture
as I left the building, the light was fading fast,
the lamps and trees were twinkling through the rain

Like a moth to a flame...

Everything changes, nothing stays the same, so the saying goes, and yet here I am in a space where nothing has seemingly changed; it is just...