Anchored in conservatism, English art lets the tide pull, lets the wind go over; the name of Cezanne is a peril avoided, Modernism the mutter of a storm that never broke. Last week, at the opening of the Royal Academy's exhibition, the quality found with gratification that their Art was still safe, a painted ship upon a painted sea.
It was a wet May Day, bad for top hats. Ex-Premier Ramsay MacDonald came in a soft felt and a lounge suit, a fact which brought joy to the shires but caused a slight depression...
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