The Tate Britain…

L.S.Lowry was on show at the Tate Britain on the other side of the river.

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When I was at college I hadn’t liked him; too minimalistic for me.

Funny how I look at some works and think,

“I could do that!”

Lowry was one of those.

Full of matchstick figures blustering around in the northern landscape.

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In America there was primitive art.  I didn’t like that either.

Today I understand it to be a particular form of expression.  Rather like describing scenes and emotions with words, the simpler the more complex!

When I read about a Lowry exhibit while I was here my heart lurched at the familiar stick-like figures bracing themselves in the cold winds of winter in their drab, depressing, Manchester.

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I had to go and see it.

I loved it!

My favourite picture was of the beach,

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no trodden earth fields instead an expanse of shimmering sea fondling a soft and welcoming sandy beach.

On the way out of the several rooms of Lowry artwork I couldn’t resist taking a photo of these school children in their red jumpers.

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Dotting the floor like scattered cherries in the the barrow man’s wake.

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