Hello Reader It’s three weeks since the 'Magnolias of Hampstead' exhibition at Burgh House.
Been a bit of a whirlwind, wrapping paintings very carefully, arranging couriers: ​ ​ and... . . . [ after an agonising wait ] . . . ...receiving confirmation that the deliveries arrived in one piece: ​ ​ There's something extremely satisfying about seeing these magnolias settling into their new homes. *** The exhibition itself feels like a bit of a dream now. I keep thinking about conversations
​ In this email I wanted to show lots of photos. But if I were to show all the pics I want to show this email would become T E R R I B L Y H U G Eand it would probably end up in your spam or whatever, so I put lots of photos together into a fast-moving GIF instead (below). Apologies in advance if this kind of thing makes your eyes boggle. Otherwise: enjoy! ​ ​ Many people, including some who receive this newsletter, have asked about prints of specific images. Tomorrow, I'll send details of a new limited edition print series I've been preparing in response to these requests. Till then... JPF P.S. If you couldn't make it to the exhibition, don't worry - tomorrow's email will include all the artwork and their stories. Looking forward to sharing it all with you. ​ ​ |
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Hello Reader A building in Hampstead, on the corner of Heath Street and the High Street: You have two choices. If you take the road on the left, which slopes downhill, you’ll end up at Waterstones bookshop, assuming that you aren’t previously lured into (say) Gail’s Bakery or the Vencchi ice cream shop. If you don’t stop at any of those places and keep walking down the hill you’ll pass Belsize Park, Chalk Farm, Camden Town, Euston, the River Thames, Sussex, the English Channel, France, Africa...
This woman, in this room? Unimaginable just four years ago. She was in prison, in Iran. And - more trivially - I couldn’t have dreamed that I would be doing a solo show of my art. (Hello Reader. This is my newsletter.) You may recall that in 2021 Nazanin Zaghari-Ratcliffe’s husband Richard went on hunger strike outside the Foreign Office in London. He was protesting at the UK government’s failure to get his wife released. I went to see him. I wasn’t on assignment or anything. It was just me,...
A weird thing happened after I booked the venue for my solo art show: blood drained from my fingers, turning them yellow. They tingled painfully. I took photos to show my wife: After an hour, the blood rushed back and the fingertips went purple. (Hello Reader. This is my newsletter.) If you don’t know already, I’m doing my first-ever solo art show, at a gallery in Hampstead. I’ve loved it, but also panicked a lot. I think that must explain the fingertip thingy. Tomorrow is the last day....