An absolutely terrific lecture today about Bonnard. As usual I did the vote of thanks and for once I remembered the structure I planned and said everything I meant to. That is, I linked it to what we’d learned in previous lectures about Japanese art, particularly Hiroshige, whom Bonnard greatly admired, and German Expressionism, as that lecturer had demonstrated the use of colour with a colour wheel – something that anyone who has studied art knows all about but that was particularly appropriate in that lecture. Then I linked to another lecturer (yes I know, I probably spoke for too long, but it was only a couple of minutes, honestly) who advised focusing on one picture you especially liked, and deciding to remember it. I referred to three in fact, because I am greedy: a lovely standing female nude in a room with a couch with a patterned cover, another pattern on the wallpaper and sunlight coming through the window. She wore high heels and lifted her face to the light. The next was a naked woman on a bed with a nude man in the foreground. Beautifully painted and, as I said, we girls don’t have half enough good male nudes to enjoy. The third was a view from a window of a mimosa tree in brilliant bloom. As I looked at it, I had a great longing to smell mimosa flowers – I looked on the market on the way back to the car but there weren’t any for sale. I agreed with the speaker that Bonnard was a great, and now underrated, artist and said that if the pictures hadn’t convinced us, the lecture and the speaker’s enthusiasm would have.
I give praise where it’s due, you see.
The thing is, I’m getting relaxed. Probably too relaxed. I’m finishing my stint as chairman in June, and then I can retire to happy obscurity and a mere three months away seems closer than it really is. I’ll come down to earth when I have to write my annual report – the only written speech I ever deliver. I can’t do that unscripted as there are specific occasions and people to mention and once someone was missed out (years ago, not by me) and it caused some offence.
Anyway, back to the title of this post. I could just as accurately have said that the Sage has left me, for both are true and yet quite misleading. The Sage has gone on a day trip to Falmouth. Falmouth, which is near the far end of Cornwall, is some 450 miles away and takes a long time to get to, so he’s spending the night at Wink’s house, which is halfway, driving down to Cornwall tomorrow morning and back in the afternoon – quite a long enough day, to be sure – staying with Wink again and then returning home on Thursday. I have a meeting tonight, but tomorrow Ro and I will cook something too spicy for the Sage, or else containing a lot of mushrooms.
We might have acquired a dog this week, but fortunately she has been reunited with her owners. A friend and his girlfriend were returning from Ipswich at the weekend and saw a lost dog running at the side of the road. She was scared and muddy, disheveled and hungry and they brought her home. Assuming they wouldn’t be able to track her owner, they asked us if we would consider having her – we didn’t make a commitment until we were sure of the situation. Fortunately, when they took her to the vet, it was found she was microchipped. She had been missing for more than a week and I’m so thankful on her owners’ behalf that she was found by kind and responsible people. If she hadn’t had the ID, yes, we’d have taken her and given her a home, but I’d rather she was with her owners – she was friendly and obedient and obviously loved.