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Goodbye David Hockney
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There will be innumerable well-written eulogies about the powerhouse of art that was David Hockney, and deservingly so, but I couldn't not say a little something about my first art hero.
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I heard the news today about his passing, and it hit me like a ton of bricks. We've all felt it: a reduction of colour in the world, the amplification of bad news because the algorithm can sell more that way. And today, with the death of David Hockney, we have confirmation that the world is suddenly a lot duller.
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Initially, it was his art. The colour. It was just so West Coast Cool. But in recent years, I've watched more of his interviews and learned that his thought process was what made him truly unique. He looked at the world differently, and not just slightly so.
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His lens on the world went deeper than anyone else's. If the universe is a simulation, then David's vision was a scalpel that dissected the world presented to him to understand the code.
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The word "genius" is overused, but David Hockney was a true maverick and genius. He was a force for positivity in a world with a rudder heavily biased toward menace and threat. David's art pushed against the spine of the world, plotting a better course.
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Please remind yourself of the man's work, and look beyond the immediate. Stop, ponder the world, and see it in the colour and shape that David did. His art was a beacon of hope; let's celebrate his legacy by borrowing his vision a little.
Don't be at-all surprised if I take a little side-step in my Panopticon series to paint some work to celebrate the man.
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Exhibition
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I will be at the exhibition this Sunday afternoon, so do come along and see what your (possibly local) Bristol art community has been up to.
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