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on May 11, 2011

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There was talk on the radio this morning about a massive resurgence in the use of vinyl; not just LP's either, 78's as well. My LP's I recently took to Oxfam (who, I must admit, seemed pleased to receive them) but my 78's are awaiting a visit to the dump.

I'm obviously missing something!

Aestheticism

We marked my 60th birthday yesterday by visiting the wonderful exhibition at the V & A, "The Cult of Beauty", which examines the arts and crafts of the Aesthetic movement from 1860 to 1890 or thereabouts, more-or-less carrying on from where the Pre-Raphaelites left off. The movement is said to be a reaction to the industrial age and the ugliness that it brought with it. Certainly, I was struck by the sheer beauty of the works on display, the pictures, the furniture, the designs. It made one feel that modern sensibilities are very dull and that we have lost our desire or our ability (I wonder which) to surround ourselves with 'art for art's sake' or to imbue our lives with pleasure that has real worth.

The Art of Venus review

The Art of Venus: review by Charlotte Valori

Packing all the punches: Edward Lambert’s The Art of Venus, Tête à Têteoperissimawhispers / August 16, 2017 “I have tried to destroy the picture of the most beautiful woman in mythological history as a protest against the Government for destroying Mrs Pankhurst, who is the most beautiful character in modern history. Justice is an element of beauty as much as colour and outline on canvas.” So, in 1914, suffragette Mary Richardson explained why she had slashed the Rokeby Venus, a masterpiece by Velázquez which still hangs today (restored) in the National Gallery. Edward Lambert’s The Art of Venus takes Richardson’s act of aesthetic terrorism as a starting point for imagining Venus herself, a goddess both mighty and furious at her reduction, by humanity, to a mere sex symbol. Venus, sung with sculptural beauty and luminous, near-maleficent presence by Kate Symonds-Joy, rails with disdainful fury at a rather endearing Mars (smooth-voiced barito…

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