It has been gloomy. I’ve been doing a little research about memory and the things we remember with and it led onto an exploration of loss; loss of our memory anchors, the objects of memory, our built memory. You cannot consider these things without sadness and frustration especially when you read things like this and this.
However today I received some slightly heartening news, if trivial in comparison.
“In terms of subject matter, most of Clairmont’s major series are implied in this set of drawings: there are chairs, tabletops, doorways, windows, a fireplace; with the exception of his nudes and self portraits, these compromise his major preoccupations. It is not an exaggeration to say that Clairmont spent the rest of his life exploring implications and possibilities he discovered in the sitting room of 26 Hereford Street”
From “The Resurrection of Philip Clairmont” by Martin Edmond, (1999), Pg 130
I had the opportunity to enquire about the post-quake status of 26 Hereford Street and was sent this photo taken just this morning (thanks N.).
A brilliant example of work done in the front downstairs room and showing the bowed windows can be found here a typical scene for Clairmont done at night, illuminated by electric light.
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