6 June 2004
EDWARD HOPPER Etc
The Hopper Show at the Tate. A strangely ham fisted painter. The imagery is so remarkably iconic, (cinematic, it is said), that we seem to see Edward Hoppers in every shop window as we make our way through London.
The Serpentine Gallery a Cy Twombly show, scratchy hieroglyphics, abstract drawings, which I liked and Mrs. Monk could not wait to leave behind to get to Selfridges.
Then on the Royal Academy for the Summer Show, which as usual was 95% awful and 5% not much good.
Strange to run into electrician of two years ago, Fez. We keep running into him in unlikely places, such as at Gatwick Airport X-ray machines.
Mrs. Monk had a couple of run-ins with RA staff. One girl told her stop hanging about in the doorway, another wouldn't let her back in after she inadvertently wandered through the exit, leaving me inside with the ticket. I was surprised to get a phone call from her in the next room.
We both scowled at the very young officious door man, and when we saw him wave someone else through, without a ticket, we had words.