31 August 2012


Meantime we shall express our darker purpose.
KING LEAR,  I.i.36

My two-man King Lear project with Paul Hunter starts rehearsing only in December but now has the advantage of a director in Kathryn Hunter, who has played both Lear and the Fool (she was, in fact, the first British actress to play Lear on the professional stage)! She and I had a very stimulating couple of hours together the other day. 

Here is a very recent charcoal sketch I did of Paul and me and a photo of a five-year-old terracotta study I did at a pottery class – ‘Lear and the Fool in the Storm’, which I fear I destroyed.

The show, which has the working title My Perfect Mind, will tour early in 2013 with a London premiere in spring. Dates and venues will be posted on the News blog in the New Year.

A new blog is imminent and I leave you with a sneak preview in the form of a photo I took in Moscow nearly thirty years ago.

19 August 2012


Because the sun is much too sultry
and one must avoid its ultry-violet ray.
Noël Coward,  ‘Mad Dogs and Englishmen’ 

Just recently, whilst working in my loft, I rediscovered two still-life drawings I did from summers past.

Late in the season, summer has blazed forth again. I spent a still and sultry Saturday afternoon in my hammock, under the shade of the umbrella glimpsed in the first pastel, reading Solzhenitsyn’s The First Circle. The book, which is heavily autobiographical, is set in a special prison ‘institute’ in the suburbs of Moscow at the end of 1949. The inmates are engineers and scientists who have been arrested in Stalin’s purges. Many major inventions and improvements in Soviet weaponry took place in these prison research institutes or sharashki. Here, in contrast to the ordinary concentration camps, the prisoners were adequately fed and clothed and ‘enjoyed’ better working conditions.

Gustave Doré’s depiction of Limbo
The title of Solzhenitsyn’s novel alludes to the first circle of Hell in Dante’s Divine Comedy, or Limbo, where the souls of the pagan philosophers and poets, and other virtuous pre-Christians, dwell in relative freedom. Unlike the other circles of Hell, this realm has verdant meadows, clear skies and clean air.

Limbo as depicted by Delacroix on the cupola of the Palais du Luxembourg

As in most things – even matters infernal – there is a West Hampstead connection. The first full English translation of The Divine Comedy was published by the Reverend Henry Francis Cary in 1814. He lies beside Samuel Johnson in Westminster Abbey’s Poets’ Corner. Johnson and Cary’s separate recuperative quests for an Elysian realm this side of eternity brought them to the green fields and healthful air of West End village, long before the coming of the railways.

West End Fields by an unknown artist

Cary’s translation of Dante is said to have influenced Keats’s ‘Hyperion’, ‘La Belle Dame Sans Merci’ and, according to Leigh Hunt, ‘The Eve of St Agnes’. It also influenced Tennyson’s ‘Ulysses’ and ‘Crossing the Bar’. Keats carried Cary’s translation in his knapsack on a tour of Scotland in 1818; Ruskin is supposed to have carried it with him always; and I have occasionally carried it on the London Underground – an underworld undreamt of by Dante or Cary – as the translation is stored miraculously in my Kindle.

As I dozed in my hammock and the enveloping summer heat yesterday afternoon, just up the hill from where, 200 years ago, Leigh Hunt sought bucolic bliss in his ‘little, lull’d abode’, I echoed in spirit his prayer for the earthly comforts of Musae, libertas, otia, libri, Hortique sylvesque – Muses, freedom, rest, books, gardens and woods.

A patch of Elysium in modern West Hampstead.
Photo by EP