SHARING WITH ME

By the time I had left the Picasso it was after 1-30. This left me another two hours to get to the David Hockney and then onto Meldreth to visit my «ex-belle famille» and closest friends.  So a taxi it was. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I arrived at the Royal Academy of Arts some ten minutes later. The entry queue was outside the academy and veering dangerously around the corner. Thank goodness for my ICOM card as otherwise I would never have got in. 
Four hours to queue, I was told ? Never. But in I went and before 2pm was with hundreds of others viewing what is LARGE, very large. I had seen a retrospective of Hockney's work in the Beaubourg over ten years ago. There were gigantic paintings of "The Grand Canyon" which needed a lot of space to see them. Like the Beaubourg, there is not that much space to get away from such paintings in the Royal Academy. One of the reasons I love the M.A.M. in New York. Sometimes there are only one or two large paintings in a g

And that’s what it is ! A skip. Into the Eurostar and less than three hours later you are in London from Paris of course. It was the first time in 16 months that I had been over alone for an exhibition. Strangely I was a little nervous about what I had planned as two major exhibitions in a day and not museums which are close together could prove to be a bit much. NONSENSE. The old energy was there and so was discovery. 
 I arrived in London at 10-35am,local time). Left my case at the baggage office and off to the underground. At 11 I had arrived at the Tate Britain. First on the list was «Picasso and Modern Art» It was the day after the exhibition had opened. No queues although there were quite enough people inside. I cross borders for a Picasso exhibition. This was already the second in less than two months. The Stein collection could be described as the third.  Picasso remains the 20th century most important artist and he certainly changed the face of modern art. This exhibition - a