sunshine on a rainy day

The Bridget Riley exhibition at Kettle's Yard is an absolute gem. If I'm ever cycling past and feeling down I pop in for a quick fix of bright colour and sunshine to perk me up again.

And if I don't have the time to visit the exhibition, there's always my Bridget Riley-inspired bookchair to make writing essays that little bit brighter...!

From this...

...to this:

some people are too talented for their own good

I can understand why some people don't get modern art, but to label artists as talentless because they have decided to produce something different is incredibly short-sighted. Yesterday I visited the Bridget Riley exhibition at the National Gallery, which opens with a painting in the style of Jan Eyck that she completed as a hideously prodigious sixteen-year-old.

Riley was obviously talented enough to compete with the classical masters, and the exhibition shows how she was inspired by her predecessors' use of diagonals and colour manipulation. However, as a modern artist she took art in a more innovative direction that was nonetheless no less informed or skilled than the work of her counterparts.

I have no doubt that this will be sabotage to the painstakingly thought-out work of Riley, but I really couldn't help thinking of Paul Smith's multicoloured, psychadelic designs when I encountered her paintings...