I should have said that I also went last night to see Charlotte Verity’s exhibition in Purdy Hicks, which has left the backstreets of Southwark for a smart new gallery nearly opposite South Kensington tube. Seeing the pictures in a very crowded room was nearly the worst way of appreciating the quiet and meditative qualities of her pictures of plants and branches in the winter sun, but I have at least been able to enjoy the book which has been produced alongside the exhibition with short tribute essays by Paul Hills and Edmund de Waal and a longer interview.
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Charlotte Verity’s paintings are indeed a joy. Something of Elizabeth Blackadder (?), although lighter and more delicate. As you say, a very crowded PV is the worst possible context to see paintings, but since this new gallery is right opposite the V & A, it’ll be easy to go back and see them quietly.