Pictures and words and all that jazz

Semi- retirement/working independently is giving me increased time to indulge my love of the creative arts,you might have noticed! And this week I savour a feast of art, theatre and books , starting with the wonderful @East London Group of painters. Until June 25th you can see the stunning "Out of the City" exhibition at Southend's Beecroft Gallery , curated by Alan Waltham . And it is well worth it. For those who follow me on Twitter you will have seen many of the images in my timeline. 

                        

                     

                         Alan Waltham 

But nothing compares to the real pictures of the Steggles brothers, their teacher John Cooper , and the other wonderful artists in this group of fine painters . Thanks go to Alan, and Janeta his wife, who is  the Steggles'neice , and David Buckman who researched the group and has just republished his book "From Bow to Biennale". As a result of their passion and dedication, the East London Group are enjoying a resurgence in interest, recognition and value for their work. And as an added bonus I have met all sorts of like minded appreciators of their art all through the medium of Twitter. You know who you are! 

    Chesil beach from Portland   Harold Steggles 1938

                     

       

    

As well as my caring responsibilities , I mentor and advise on effective leadership, and remain committed to my public service values , determined to support colleagues in learning from best practice .

Twitter plays a big part in providing me , and indeed all of us, with a sharing and support platform. This week it marked its 10th anniversary and I for one applaud the fellowship of Twitter and the learning and friendship I have gained through this particular form of social media. 

This sculpture ,London Pride, by Frank Dobson, is one of my favourites and it graces the remodelled riverside entrance to the Royal National Theatre. It is one of the many delights of coming to the Southbank. 

In "Ma Raineys Black Bottom " currently playing at the Royal National Theatre , August Wilson  is challenging our perceptions of race ,gender and sexuality using the real life mother of jazz, " Ma Rainey" . Through firey dialogue and dedicated exploration of a clutch of characters , challenging issues are uncomfortably explored and beautifully sung and played . As a white member of a largely white, middle aged ,middle class audience , I felt disrupted,shocked , rocked at the violence of the language and ultimately , the plot. The leading actors were also musicians and I was in awe of their performances , each and every one. We were not served up an easy or hopeful ending , and the cast must have been exhausted by the emotion and physicality of the evening. The programme provided a story of the playwright which was no less interesting , and reinforced the characteristics I would expect given the phenomenal writing and thinking in the play - here was a determined , intellectually capable,curious and underestimated man ; a brilliant writer.  Try to see it if you can.

And then we come to the newly announced Makar ( Poet Laureate ) of Scotland, the fabulous Jackie Kay. She wrote this book "Trumpet " almost two decades ago, but I only got round to reading it this week. It's the story of a popular talented , dual heritage jazzman and loving husband , who is actually a woman . This revelation is beautifully explored from the perceptions of his wife, son and ultimately a journalist who sees herself writing an explosive book . The themes of gender, race and sexuality are so present and just like "Ma Rainey ", this story speaks meaningfully to us in 2016 . It does give hope, however. It is a story of love.

That's a reassuring message , especially on this day, 22/3/16 , which has seen more indiscriminate carnage as the result of terrorist attacks on Brussels . More than thirty are dead and many more are left with life changing injuries. Defiance ,hope and love are now finding expression across Europe. 

    The Eiffel Tower lit in the colours of Belgium as a show of solidarity 

Creative writing

As a prelude to Damien Barr's Literay Salon , we spent last weekend in south east London . It just so happened that it was Mothers Day and we were house guests of my daughter, her boyfriend and my eldest son. Mother's Day weekend included a choral concert ( see last blog), walks around Peckham Rye and Camberwell ; delicious tapas ; and being treated to the master bedroom rather than the sitting room floor! 

                                     

                    This mural on Choumert Road, is just one of the Southwark's visual gems .

And on Monday , sunny Brockwell park served up more delights to reinforce the coming of Spring with  a lovely walled garden , gorgeous budding Magnolia and bright horizon views of the city .

                                   

                            

                                       

As well as enjoying London street and park life , our mission was to catch the Lee Miller exhibition at the Imperial War Museum . The timing was especially appropriate for the week of International Women's Day. My Christmas present " Lee Miller : A woman's war "  the book of the exhibition , had worked its magic and I was keen to see the exhibition . It did not disappoint and is on until 24th April. These photographs shine a light on the role of women through the Second World War , as well as giving testimony to the brilliance of Lee Miller (1907-77)  , an embedded war photographer and reporter. That her son only learnt of her war work after her death is shocking. 

                                    

                                    

                                        Night and Day , London ,1937 Roland Penrose 

The exhibition informed us that " Lee Miller met Roland Penrose , a leading British Surrealust artist,collector and curator ,while visiting Paris in 1937. Although both were already married ,they immediately became lovers. Their passionate,turbulent but highly creative relationship was informed by Surrealism and endured for the rest of Miller's life. .....Night and Day.... depicts Miller's personality as well as her physical features" . 

   The Imperial War Museum 

    Paul Nash ( 1889-1946 )    Battle of Germany 1944 

Outside the museum, as well as lovely gardens , we encountered an unmistakable piece of the Berlin Wall , with an example of punchy writing , acquired by the IWM in 1991. 

                                    

Our Monday evening was to bring us more creative culture in the form of Damien Barr's Literary Salon , newly moved to the Savoy . And in preparation for this we enjoyed the sun setting over Southbank from the window in the American Bar. 

                                    

What a fantastic line up we enjoyed , all different , all tempting us with their readings and interviews . Susan Calman , a comedian with a love of cats , a legal background and a struggle with depression, is one of the funniest voices on Radio 4 , and tantalised us with her memoir. 

Garth Greenwell's debut novel "What belongs to you" was beautifully read , and this poet won us over,tempting us to read his  book whose narrator explores his sexuality whilst teaching in Bulgaria.  

I had especially wanted to hear and see Joan Bakewell , who at 82 ,is as vibrant and vocal as ever. She did not disappoint and I enjoyed her reading from "Stop the Clocks", just as I did when it was "book of the week" on the radio .  Finally, Maggie O'Farrell discussed her new novel , "This must be the place" which will be published in May , and explores a marriage in "freefall" . I have never read Maggie before , but will start now.  

The Savoy has longstanding literary connections we learnt, and new ones were being forged in the Lancaster Ballroom on Monday at this sellout salon. 

       

            Damien Barr and Joan Bakewell 

As well as completing a 6 week Creative writing course this week with the excellent Araminta Hall, on Saturday I attended the first Beach Hut Academy Writer's conference. 

                               

                  A sunny hazy seafront walk to the Conference , "Write by the Beach" 

With a packed agenda and a wonderful line up of published authors, literary agents and publishers this was a stimulating and informative day.  It had been brilliantly organised , and feedback has been universally positive.  And it all took place at the beautiful Angel House , a stunning Regency Town House venue on Brighton seafront . I learned a huge amount , met up with others interested in reading and writing , and was intimidated by the challenges of becoming a published writer . 

                                  

                                      Angel House 1 Brunswick Terrace, Hove BN3 1HN 

Inevitably , this has been a heavy book buying week too ! So there's even more reading to do , and more writing too.  

Listening, learning together

Before I had left Brighton station to travel to the exciting Queen Elizabeth Park for what to you may seem a dull sounding  "Leadership Forum" on Thursday , I encountered a powerful manifestation of learning in action. During my ten minute wait I enjoyed the playing from Jeremy on the station piano. I told him how much I valued  this musical start to my day . He gave me a powerful insight into the joy of learning a skill, and being creative . As an adult he has learnt to play and compose on the piano .

                                    

Jeremy sometimes plays ( for free ) at the Grand , and is self taught. He doesn't regard himself as a pianist, but he's certainly a piano player . And learning by doing is giving him pleasure and meaning. I do hope he does find someone who can transcribe the recent composition he played me . Meeting him was inspiring.  I hope he comes across someone who can assist his musical development. Sadly I can't help with music; I can only appreciate it.

  

I was visiting the Olympic park for the first time since 2012 , and it was a real treat to experience the "Orbit" and to see this regenerated part of London flourishing. 

                                        

                                            The Orbit in the morning 

                                        

                                            The Orbit at dusk 

                                          

                                              London in the gloaming

In this impressive setting, which stands testimony to effective vision , investment and delivery, senior public servants came to listen and share. Assisted by business, voluntary sector and academia we reflected on leading in uncertain ,volatile, connected times . The conclusions of the day were reinforcing of the essentials of leadership : clear purpose, well articulated vision , shared commitment , positive values and expectations leading to a principled culture , motivated empowered people and thus effective outcomes. Follow our speakers on Twitter and read them for more substance .

    Sacha Romanovitch , Chief Executive of Grant Thornton 

    Matthew Taylor, Chief Executive of the RSA 

   The space to listen,exchange,and think is something we all need . In my work now , I'm focussed on good leadership through mentoring, advising and assessing rather than heading up a big organisation, and I need this reflective learning opportunity quite as much as my colleagues. Our evening charity dinner allowed more networking,learning and catching up with friends and colleagues . 

                                        

When on Saturday night we listened to the Thames Chamber Choir in St Marks Church by Regents Park , I was  enchanted by the music (Thomas Tallis , Rachmaninov and more) with amazing sounds produced by human voices in harmony . I was also proud of Jordan now making his living from singing, conducting and teaching music . And my thoughts came back to Jeremy and whether he will benefit from the camaraderie of other musicians , and achieve his dreams . I hope so.