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Titian’s First Masterpiece exhibition at the National Gallery

The man with the blue sleeve - Titian, about 1510 (Wikipedia/public domain) - painting included in Titian's First Masterpiece exhibition

For many, the artist Titian IS Venetian painting. The grand old man of the Venice art world, Titian was the first truly international artist of the Renaissance, with patrons and clients ranging from the Holy Roman Emperor to the King of Spain. Yet even Titian was young once, with nothing but a precocious talent to recommend him. In Venice at the turn of the sixteenth century, he was a breath of fresh air. Almost literally so.

For, as Antonio Mazzotta, the curator of Titian’s First Masterpiece at the National Gallery, notes, Titian was not a city boy. The son of minor nobility, he came from a small town in the Dolomite mountains, Pieve di Cadore. In around 1500, at somewhere between the ages of ten and twelve, he arrived in Venice as an apprentice, soaking up knowledge like a sponge and setting about forging his own artistic identity.

The National Gallery exhibition centres on the painting, The Flight into Egypt, painted in 1506-7. It’s a large canvas, and is particularly notable for its treatment of the landscape. There’s a revolutionary freshness about the flora and fauna, distinct from the more static compositions that were the norm at that time. The deer doesn’t just sit there, looking deer-like; instead, it raises its head and sniffs the air. Like real deer do.

Though it has to be said there’s nothing Egyptian about the setting. Titian has called on his mountain boyhood to paint the lush setting through which the Holy Family are travelling.

The Flight into Egypt was commissioned by the Doge Andrea Loredan to decorate the Palazzo Loredan on the Grand Canal. It stayed there until 1768 when it was bought by Catherine the Great of Russia. For the last 12 years the painting has undergone a painstaking restoration process. The National Gallery exhibition is the first time the painting has been seen outside of Russia, which means it has mostly been outside the mainstream of Titian research.

The exhibition highlights the early period of Titian’s career, focusing on his portraits and the work of other artists who were major influences, such as Sebastiano del Piombo, Giovanni Bellini, Giorgione and Albrecht Dürer.

In his review in the Evening Standard, Ben Luke feels the painting isn’t quite the masterpiece of the title, but it’s near enough to make little difference.

Titian’s First Masterpiece: The Flight into Egypt runs at the National Gallery, London, from 4 April to 19 August 2012.

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Photo Friday: Olympic Stadium, London 2012

Olympic Stadium, east London

Seeing as it’s 2012, this Friday’s photo is of the Olympic Stadium, taken on an insanely hot day last autumn. It’s an impressive structure in the centre of the Olympic Park. Some friends have managed to get tickets for events this summer, so I will have to check with them about what it’s like on the inside.

This is a submission for Photo Friday, a weekly blogging event hosted by Debbie of Delicious Baby.

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The Prokofiev Diaries

 

Sergei Prokofiev (Wikimedia Commons, public domain)

It’s been a while since I was last at the Royal Festival Hall, and I’ve never had such a good seat. Four rows back from the stage, up close and personal with the London Philharmonic Orchestra. I was mesmerised by the violinists (the LPO has a lot of violinists).

Yesterday’s performance was a little unusual. It focused on the Russian composer Sergei Prokofiev, with readings from his diaries interspersed with his music. Narrated by Timothy Walker, it featured the soprano Joan Rodgers and the magnificent Simon Callow as Prokofiev, the latter by turns playful and sad, indignant and resigned. The music, redolent of grief and joy and impending doom, was wonderful, transporting the listener to the soul of Russia.

I knew of Prokofiev in only the vaguest terms, and was fascinated to learn more of his life story. The diaries, a candid record of his life and music, record his journey from child prodigy to international personality to returning hero to the near-broken man who died on the same day as Stalin at the age of 61. One can only wonder what would have happened if he had lived longer, surviving into the thaw of the Krushchev years. As it was, so much of his music, having incurred the wrath of the Soviet authorities, remained unperformed for decades.

For a taste of Prokofiev, check out this video:

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October Plenty Harvest Festival Celebrations

Every year in October, the theatre company the Lions part puts on a wonderful Harvest Festival celebration in Southwark. Song and dance on Bankside is followed by the arrival of the Corn Queene and the spectacularly attired Berry Man and his various attendants, before the action moves inside Shakespeare’s Globe for a suitably Shakespearean mix of song and eloquent hilarity with a hint of pantomime in honour of the bounty of the harvest. The procession then winds its way from the Globe to Borough Market (food is a definite theme here).

Here are some pictures from October Plenty 2011.

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The Rose Theatre, Bankside

Sheltered by the looming presence of Southwark Bridge, a blue plaque on a modest doorway is the only hint of the treasure that lies in the basement of the Rose Court office building. Set back from the river, the unassuming entrance is not easy to find. You need to take a side road back from the bustle of the river-front by Shakespeare’s Globe and follow the chalk arrows down Park Street, provided they haven’t been erased by the rain. Then you step into the gloom of the foyer, and beyond that into an intimate theatrical space with a wooden floor, an ad hoc arrangement of chairs, and a mysterious, roughly circular expanse lit by red lights. You are now standing in the Rose Theatre, the first Elizabethan theatre built on Bankside in the year 1587, the theatre of Christopher Marlowe, William Shakespeare and Thomas Kyd.

The fragile remains are cared for by the volunteer-staffed Rose Theatre Trust, who are engaged simultaneously in a daunting search for funding to preserve the Elizabethan remains and the production of well-received plays. Summer 2011 saw their production of Othello extended due to demand, while their production of Henry VI Part 1 earlier in the year received a number of nominations in the Off West End Theatre Awards, the Offies.

It’s a cosy setting for a theatrical performance, with audience and performers up close and personal. The facilities are basic. Winter playgoers are advised to bring a blanket. But, rest assured, you can use the toilets in Shakespeare’s Globe, just around the corner.

With the rebuilding of Shakespeare’s Globe in 1997, this area of Bankside reclaimed its theatrical heritage and something of its rambunctious past. For in Elizabethan times, Southwark, the Soho of its day, was an area full of all manner of scandalous entertainment. Beyond the jurisdiction of the dour City of London authorities, the district was home to everything from inns to bear-baiting rings, gambling dens, brothels and the latest subversive innovation, the playhouse.

Theatre impresario and entrepeneur Philip Henslowe, who also owned a brothel, opened the Rose Theatre with his partner John Cholmley in 1587. Home to the Lord Admiral’s Men under the patronage of Charles Howard, Lord Howard of Effingham, the Rose Theatre staged such greats of English theatre as Marlowe’s Tamburlaine, Shakespeare’s Henry VI Part 1 and Kyd’s Spanish Tragedy before an audience of some 2,500 people. Modern calculations suggest 700 groundlings could cram into the space in front of the stage, paying a penny for the privilege. Elizabethan audiences were clearly far less demanding when it came to personal space than today’s.

Archaeologists had long known the theatre was there, but it wasn’t until Southbridge House was demolished in 1988 that they had the chance to see for themselves. Miraculously, the various buildings that had stood on the site over the centuries had managed to avoid seriously damaging the remains, thereby giving the archaeologists from the Museum of London an unexpected bonanza. The Rose Theatre was built on reclaimed land, and the moist conditions preserved the remains to a significant degree. The excavations covered two-thirds of the site, enough to build up a clear picture of an Elizabethan playhouse and influence the re-building of Shakespeare’s Globe, just around the corner.

The excavations took place in the full glare of publicity, as leading names from London’s theatrical world campaigned to save the site, and crowds gathered to watch the dig. Just weeks before his death, Sir Laurence Olivier recorded a speech in support of the campaign, ending with a rousing “Cry God for Harry, England and The Rose!”

It’s a cry that needs to be remembered. The remains of The Rose, upon whose boards Shakespeare and Marlowe trod, are fragile, and need to be preserved before they are lost forever.

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