Talk is of the death of David Hockney. A shock to many of us. We are privileged that a certain Jonathon Silver had bought the great Salt Mill at Saltaire and following his friendship with Hockney had set up a permanent exhibition of his work. I can't transfer the words of old blogs without having red backgrounds to this post but this link will give you some explanation.
Hockney made a great impression on me, but so did the enormous mill, go up to the top empty space and think of riding a bike round. The mill could not turn itself into a spectacular modern mall its charm was elsewhere. The heavy industrial history lay heavy on it flagged stone floors. My daughter loved it for the cakes we would order in the restaurant, Andrew had lived in Shipley and it was part of his home ground. A trip to Salt Mill will give you some photos, albeit rather dark, but still. I hope his work there is a permanent record and that it belongs to this part of the country, though the paintings we saw were of France.
Thinking about it I have probably also written of Sir Titus Salt (there is a name to wonder about). A visionary maybe, for he built Saltaire for his workers. Also although we no longer hear from Tasker sadly, a relative in his family was one of the architects of Titus Salt's buildings.
These references I note are for family by the way. Suddenly I find that I can find anything on my blog and it becomes a diary.
He certainly was a busy artist. I can see why you enjoyed his work.
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