Tag: Hayward Gallery

An Utterly Arty Day Off, Several Exhibitions At Several Galleries, 14 April 2008

Janie and I only occasionally took days off to do arty things in those days. So when we did, we went a bit mad and did lots.

So this particular day, 14 April 2008, we went to see three exhibitions at three separate galleries (Ogblogged here) and then went on to the theatre (which I shall Ogblog separately).

First stop, the Royal Academy Of Arts to see From Russia: French and Russian Master Paintings 1870-1925 at the Royal Academy – click here for an excellent preview fro the Guardian.

This piece from the Telegraph – click here – describes the hoo-ha that nearly prevented the Russia exhibition from going ahead.

It was a fabulous exhibition.

Then we shuttled across to the Tate Britain to see the Peter Doig exhibition, which we also enjoyed very much. Click here for the Tate’s informative stub on this exhibition.

Then on to The Hayward to see the Alexander Rodchenko exhibition of photography. Click here for the Southbank Centre’s stub on this excellent exhibition.

All three had been justifiably very well received by the press and we enjoyed a super arty day seeing all three.

 

 

 

 

 

People’s Palace, Royal Festival Hall, Preceded By Eyes Lies & Illusions At Hayward Gallery, 10 December 2004

This was a super event; both the restaurant and the preceding gallery visit. Click here to see, on The Internet Archive, the book that accompanied the fascinating Eyes Lies & Illusions exhibition.

The People’s Palace wasn’t quite a private room, it was more a cordoned-off area, which i think detracted a little from that “private party, let your hair down” atmosphere we tended to aim for.

Not that it stopped people from enjoying themselves. It was a very popular event that year.

I think Michael provided the song that year – it’s hard to tell with his as I don’t have them date and time stamped, nor copyrighted with a specific year.

TOIL AND PLAY

(Sung to the tune of “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen”)

God rest ye Z/Yen par-tic-i-pants,

There’s no point in dismay

Remember Christmas parties

All end in disarray

Don’t save yourself from whiskey’s pow’r

You might as well a’stray

O tidings of bromo and fizz

Bromo and fizz

O tidings of bromo and fizz

From year to year we reappear

And wonder all the same

How business so chaotic

With such an awful name

Can still inspire Nippon songs

And ever-woeful games

O tidings of toil and play

Toil and play

O tidings of toil and play

But when to Ze-e-Yen they came

Where their dear project lay

And found us all hung-over

But still prepared to pay

We found our invoice quick and fast

And saved ’em from May-Day

O tidings of toil and pay

Toil and pay

O tidings of toil and pay