What happened after the exhibition closed


Hello Reader

It’s three weeks since the 'Magnolias of Hampstead' exhibition at Burgh House.

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Been a bit of a whirlwind, wrapping paintings very carefully, arranging couriers:

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and...

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[ after an agonising wait ]

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...receiving confirmation that the deliveries arrived in one piece:

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There's something extremely satisfying about seeing these magnolias settling into their new homes.

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The exhibition itself feels like a bit of a dream now.

I keep thinking about conversations

  • the couple who returned to place a red dot on the Platt's Lane magnolia after learning about its boarded-up window
  • the visitor who recognised the exact spot on Fortune Green Road where the bus passes under one prominent tree’s magenta blossoms
  • local dog-walkers who shared their own magnolia stories
  • and Nat telling me that magnolia, which pre-date bees, are pollinated by beetles (didn’t know that)

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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 E

and 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!

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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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John-Paul Flintoff

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