This
is my drawing from last weekend’s Secret Artist (in fact, a slightly different
version of it). In something of a
departure, it does not feature a pun.
Modern
Leisure
Like
all members of the truly leisured classes, Algernon Swift has no idea what
leisure is: he’s busy all the time (whether it’s thinking about Sumerian
grammar, sourcing the finest cod roe, writing an inventory of remembered smells,
or wearing in a new pair of shoes).
Reverend
Hawker, in turn, struggles with the concept of modernity. What’s modern, he says, changes with each
succeeding age, so really there is only a succession of moderns (just as there
is only a succession of present moments).
The trick is to choose a modern that suits one. He decides to plump for what was modern c. 1850
and, adjusting his starched collar and straightening his cape, congratulates
himself on being a very modern man indeed.
So
it is with no little irony that Hawker and Swift find themselves transporting
the Hawker’s Pot suitcase (along railway tracks in the dead of night, through
snowy fields and under the noses of sleeping dogs) to bring it to an art fair
called Modern Leisure at Badbrook Hall in Stroud.
The
Hawker’s Pot suitcase will be here at
the opening on Friday November 30th 6-9pm
then Sat 1st/Sun 2nd and Sat 8th/Sun 9th Dec 10am –
4pm
Please come by, if you’re in the vicinity!
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