I went to an event in Highgate Cemetery organised by the Architecture Foundation.   Sam Jacob, late of FAT, has erected a structure which replicates the mausoleum designed but never built by Adolf Loos in 1921 in memory of the art historian, Max Dvorák, following Loos’s belief that ‘only a very small part of architecture belongs to the realm of art: the tomb and the monument’.   It has a ghostly orange presence:-

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Staying late last night gave me a chance to see the John Gibson exhibition properly.   Although, as readers have pointed out, his work can be seen around the country and we ourselves have done a leaflet for a Gibson Trail, including the Houses of Parliament, Westminster Abbey and the V&A, I wasn’t as familiar with his work as I feel I should have been.

This is Gibson himself as depicted by Edwin Landseer:-

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I just had my photograph taken for the annual report in the space which will be occupied by the Lecture Theatre.   The steelwork has now gone in.   It’s looking good:-

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I have resumed my morning walks across St. James’s Park as the sun gets up for another ultra hot day:-

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I went to see Anthony Eyton’s exhibition at Browse and Darby tonight.   I love his work – the sense of long and continuing visual study, aged 94, not just in the churchyard of St. George in the East or looking out on the steeple of Christ Church, Spitalfields, but also in the street markets of Mumbai, still going out every morning to try to depict the world in drawings and oil sketches.   In amongst the oil studies is a Self Portrait, hung with characteristic modesty behind the desk, but a small masterpiece, showing the intensity of his gaze and the ambiguity as to whether he is a boy or man:-

I had my first trip round Burlington Gardens since getting back from holiday.   It’s amazing how much work has been done in the interval.

This is the steel girder which will support the amphitheatre of seats in the new Lecture Theatre:-

This is the view through to the RA Schools where the new bridge connecting the two buildings will be built:-

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I have been reading about biophilia in a book called Happy Cities.   It’s the idea, first proposed by Edward O. Wilson (actually, there must be seventeenth-century, if not Greek, antecedents) that humans are hardwired to find nature restorative and, as documented by environmental psychologists, that cities should have ample access to trees.   I thought of this as I walked past Mile End park and thought how surprising it is to find such a scene in Bethnal Green:-

We have apparently been talking for a long time about going to the Towpath Café for Sunday morning breakfast and finally made it this morning, which felt like the first day of autumn – not just the leaves, but the longer shadows and less intense sun.

Up the canal:-

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I spent the day at a conference to discuss the future of Charlton House (hence my visit last weekend):  a Jacobean mansion which was given to the Council in 1925 and been used by the local community for nearly a hundred years, with a branch of the local library in the ground floor chapel, a cafeteria in the great hall, a rental arrangement for the middle floor, the Grand Saloon used for meetings of the local bridge club and the long gallery for event hire.   Should it be turned back into a historic house when all the original furniture has been dispersed and most surviving Jacobean furniture is apparently fake ?  How does one retain community use ?  Could the original Jacobean gardens be restored ?  And what about the banqueting house ?   For the answer, we were recommended to read the Anarchist’s Guide to Historic House Museums.

I went to the installation of the new work by Bill Viola in the north quire of St. Paul’s Cathedral, which is the result of a thirteen-year project to seek the approval of the Dean and Chapter for a piece of video art on permanent display, although owned by the Tate (one of the Deans is said to have thought that it was better for the church to align itself not with the Medicis, but the Borgias).   Since I assumed that I wasn’t allowed to photograph the work itself, I found my eye wandering to the extraordinary array of funerary monuments.

Reynolds, completely unrecognisable, in a statue by John Flaxman under the dome (supposedly close enough to the pulpit to hear):-

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