
Bit late with the blog this week due to the bank holiday and my birthday – yay! I went home for the weekend to see the parents and went to see the amazing Tyntesfield which is somewhere south-ish of Bristol, I don’t know where really! Anyway this property and its estate were unusually bought by the National Trust in 2001 rather than bequeathed with a dowry, which is usually the only way they will take anything. I’m not 100% certain of the situation but basically rather than letting it fall into the hands of private owners (Kylie was interested apparently!!) Bristol Council raised and gave a lot of money so the NT could buy it under the understanding that the house must be open during the restoration so visitors could go straight away rather than waiting 6 years and also see what it takes to restore and catalogue an amazing old house like this. When I went a few years ago they only had a few of the rooms open and some of the front was covered in scaffolding (apparently the biggest free standing scaffold structure in Europe) but that’s all done now and loads more of the house is open looking amazing and they have a fancy visitor centre with a rather excellent second hand book shop. (I bought The Prime of Miss Jane Brodie by Muriel Spark and The Mambo Kings Play Songs of Love by Oscar Hijuelos for a pound each in case you’re interested!!!).










Anyhoo we practically ran to the prints and drawings room and cowered there until it was time to go home but luckily they have had some great little shows on their recently and its always a joy. This time it was something to do with Australia. I’m not quite sure what this whole BM-Australia obsession is about at the mo but they do seem to be all antipodean-ed up, and why not I say. This show was therefore a bit of an overview of some of the prints to come out of Australia since the beginning of the 20th century, or something. There was some nice stuff in there in particular the work of Rick Amor, John Brack, Edwin Fabian and Ludwig Hirschfeld Mack. The exhibition talked a lot, especially at the beginning, about the gaining notoriety of aborigine artists and print makers but to be honest I thought that was a bit of PC PR wank as there were hardly any of them in the show from what I can tell. What I did find incredibly interesting was the background it gave to artists such as Fabian and Mack which gives an insight into a rather shameful chapter in 20th century British history. Both had fled Nazi Germany, where Mack had been a student at the Bauhaus, to England and were then, with the outbreak of war, put on the now infamous Dunera along with hundreds of other ‘enemy aliens’ and shipped off to Australia where they were kept in no doubt pretty unpleasant internment camps, I would assume until the war was over. I didn’t know that this happened or anything about the ‘Dunera boys’, many of whom were granted Australian citizenship and stayed. Some of their images of the camps are truly haunting.
I could go into a lot more detail about the show but frankly I cant be bothered as although enjoyable it wasn’t ALL THAT. So off I go for another week – bye!!