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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Tuesday, June 08, 2004
    The temperature and the art
     
    Five days in and I've not left St Ives since my arrival. Partly as I'm frightened to lose my parking space; mainly, though, because in this small town there is so much. Limited computer time at the terminal here in St Ives Libary means I can only list some highlights: the view from the flat, across the shambling old town streets, three surf beaches, a quaint harbour and up the coast to St Agnes; the Tate, literally next door to where I'm staying (down the cliff, a hefty stride) - a wonderful building in itself and currently showing David Nash's captivating sculptures in wood; the galleries all over town (window shopping only, but great to see them); Barbara Hepworth's studio and sculpture garden with her powerful but human-scale modernist works; fish and chips; the light and the sky.

    Of course you get the light and the sky up in Western Scotland where I'm often found this time of year; but this is a different sort of treat, and it is (a) the temperature and (b) the art which makes the difference.

    Previous blog was about getting out into the primal stones around this last-drop, Lands End peninsular. I will, soon, from a new perspective, because Nash and Hepworth have prepared me for those encounters in a different way to Cope - their art inspired by forms in the landscape and their relationship with people; and bringing a lightness to this subject which is sometimes lost among earnest and fundamentalist antiquarians... more coming ...