I missed the opening of Howard Hodgkin’s exhibition Absent Friends and have only just caught up with it, remembering poignantly that the exhibition coincided with his death.   I was particularly interested to see his portrait of the dealer, Peter Cochrane, which was accepted by the NPG in lieu in 2010.   It’s definitely a portrait and a fine one.   Elsewhere, one of the captions says that Hodgkin didn’t like talking about art and he certainly may always have been reticent, but it’s worth remembering that he became a Trustee of the Tate Gallery in 1970 which will have required him to talk about art.   I prefer, as everyone does, his pictures post-1975 when his style suddenly loosens and becomes more freely imaginative, described by Hodgkin himself as ‘more about myself now, or incidents which personally involved me, at least’.   He carried on painting right until his end.

I meant to look up about the definition of crinkle crankle walls.   They’re one brick thick, built in curves because if they were built in a straight line, they could easily be pushed over – or topple of their own accord;  and they normally face south (as they do at West Horsley) and were used for growing fruit:-

We went last night to the first night of Jenufa at West Horsley Place, the beautiful, now slightly ramshackle, medieval house, with its long, low Jacobean front, which was inherited by Bamber Gascoigne from his aunt, the Duchess of Roxburgh, and is now the location for what is described as GPO, the former Grange Park Opera, which Wasfi Kani has resurrected in a brand new opera house, built in eleven months from scratch, in the grounds.   It is quite an astonishing achievement to have built a version of La Scala de novo behind the crinkle crankle walls in the woods of a Surrey country house:-

I took quite a number of photographs of the streets of Spitalfields, impressed, as I always am, by the quality of houses, their detailing, the carving of the doorcases, and the fortunate survival of the streetscape.

Fournier Street:-

And then Princelet Street, one street parallel:-

I called in at Hervey Cabaniss’s new shop and café at no.3, Fournier Street, which has had to move from beside Spitalfields Market owing to the hike in the business rates.   The shop is just as nice as it was before, a touch more spacious and overlooking the side of Christ Church:-

I was walking down Fournier Street and discovered that some of its gardens, as well as other gardens in Spitalfields, are open this weekend as part of the National Gardens Scheme.

First, no.29, Fournier Street:-

Then No.7, further down the street:-

Finally (although there were others in Elder Street and Spital Square) 21, Princelet Street:-

Whitechapel has historically always had a market in its High Street, opposite the London Hospital, and described by Walter Besant as selling books, boots, shoes, birdcages and caps, but now mainly occupied by Indian textiles and fruit and vegetable stalls, interspersed by beds, cheap scent and hardware:-

I often pass the Queen Alexandra Memorial in the wall of Marlborough House, but normally in the morning and not lit up by the late evening sun.   I have grown to love its late art nouveau extravagance and decadence, designed by Alfred Gilbert RA right at the end of his life when he returned from exile in Bruges, where he had retreated in debt and married his landlady.   The central group consists of Love Enthroned, supported on either side by Faith and Hope, and there are tiny allegorical figures representing Religion and Truth on finials on either side.   It led to Gilbert being knighted and readmitted to the RA before his death aged 80 in 1934:-

So, it turns out that quite a few people felt as I did:  that it was unsatisfactory to have a Prime Minister who had been a supporter of remaining a member of the European Union turning into an advocate for a hard Brexit without ever being able to explain why this was a good idea, then calling an election to secure a clear mandate for her position when she knew that nearly half the country opposed it, then publishing a manifesto which proposed ill judged policies on social care which were quickly retracted and refusing to appear much in public or on television as an advocate for her position.   This looked like arrogance and has been judged accordingly.

It’s quite a while since I’ve been round our building project and was pleased to find that it’s making good progress.

This will be the Ronald and Rita McAulay Gallery:-

It has fine cast iron columns:-

The space which will contain the reconstituted British Academy Room has now been constructed out of smoothly polished concrete:-

Best of all was seeing the work being done to the ceiling of the new Lecture Theatre and the restoration of the plasterwork round what will be a day-lit oculus:-