A fascinating day.
I visited St Hilda’s East Community Centre. Rupert, who runs it with great sensitivity, reckoned that I would be better off not rushing into trying to draw there before I was accepted, so I tried to explain to some of the users why I was hoping to be able to draw them. I had some success I think and talked at length with some people, Ernest, Pat, Doris and Ada all seemed willing to be drawn, although Stanley and Gladys reserved judgement. Susan I think will be persuaded too. I will send any successful drawings off to be printed out on proper paper and hope they will enjoy that as recompense for their time. I still have something composed under the influence of Tintoretto’s Christ Washing the Feet of the Disciples, which is in the Prado, although not too literally! Tintoretto pulled off a beautiful compositional trick, as it was originally positioned so that it was best seen by standing close to the right edge of the painting, when it reveals a convincing spatial composition. I just rather like the idea of tables being part of the narrative of a group of figures. No drawing done, but ideas forming.
I managed to fit in Penone at the Whitechapel, but was unmoved by his tree, cast in sections in metal, but enjoyed his sketchbook drawings and his poems.
Here are two extracts from his Writings (with thanks to Pascale Petit):
Tree tuning fork; the ear resting on the trunk of a tree
On the fingertips the drawing of the sound.