Monday, 2 January 2017
Paul Nash at Tate Britain
The war subjects apart, I think this is a question of originality. Nash was trying too hard and unsuccesfully, mid-career, to be a surrealist. It is also one of colour palette. There was just too much brown, grey, and sludgy green in this period of work. I like subtle. I like Fallow and Ball. But, I'd rather see paintings with more technicolour. The dreariness started to make me feel depressed and it was already a doldrum day at the slow turning of the year.
His poems are not up to much either, I'm afraid, and I quickly gave up bothering to read them, nicely calligraphied though they were.
Also, and this is not the first time I have noticed this, could someone in the Tate's maintenance department please oil the squeaky door that sounds like a spitfire going overhead every time it is opened?
Go if you are a fan, perhaps not otherwise. Disappointing.