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Howard Hodgkin's India at The Hepworth

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The big news the other day, in Yorkshire and even nationally, was that The Hepworth won Art Fund's Museum of the Year award. Despite having been assured by friends how much we would enjoy it, P and I had never got round to checking it out. On reading further we were excited to discover the gallery was currently featuring the work of Howard Hodgkin, whose work we've both long admired, so an exhibition of paintings inspired by his lifelong fascination with India was something we couldn't miss. Half an hour later we found ourselves in the car hurtling down the M1 towards Wakefield!
From the moment we parked the car I had a good feeling about it. On the other side of the road, the building's imposing grey outline emerged from behind the trees on the far bank of the River Calder, angular concrete slabs rising out of the water, welcoming us. From the footbridge a pleasing mix of old and new; derelict warehouses, long abandoned commercial barges, contemporary domestic narrow…

Everything in the garden's... green!

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It's been a wet old week, day after day of waking up to the sound of rain, sometimes torrential, other times just the pitter patter of light drizzle on the window panes. Dark gloomy grey days when you can't get out into the garden do nothing for me. However, I have to admit, the garden comes into its own and seems to thrive on it. Everything's got that lush and lovely pumped up look, and many plants have doubled in size. Basically we're wallowing in a sea of green. 

Oriel Hat

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I recently picked up my needles again for the first time in more than a year. I've tried to knit before, but found it so stressful it was counterproductive. Not for me the calming effect it has on most knitters. The hypnotic smooth repetition of rows, the colours, textures and stitches combining as if by magic to form an unfolding work of art before one's eyes. Strange as it may sound to those who knit for pleasure, I associate knitting with deadlines for books and magazines. It was even worse when I did production and two collections a year for both myself and other large design houses. Deadlines were ever-looming, forcing me to push myself to the limit to create my signature knits, featuring both technical interest and classic, timeless style. In the past I've tied myself in knots over the years making sure the patterns were as near to perfect as could be, sometimes bringing on excruciating bouts of sciatica.

So.. all this stopped couple of years ago when I was diagnosed…