On Sunday we got the coach to London to visit the Hokusai exhibition at the British Museum. These two photos don't really do the best job of illustrating the day, but never mind. Over the past couple of years I've somewhat lost my enthusiasm for trips to London (especially the West End). I will always have a soft spot for London's Georgian terraces, though.
The exhibition was certainly worth the 7 hour round coach trip. It featured paintings, prints and drawings from each stage of Hokusai's artistic life, including his brief interaction with more a more western style. I found these paintings particularly fascinating; seeing something almost 200 years old look so very modern was bizarre. To show he was capable of the skills demonstrated in these more experimental works make his more traditional ukiyo-e work even more enchanting.
We bought a selection of prints and books, which I am very excited about. The book accompanying the exhibition wasn't particularly inspiring (I will buy a retrospective of Hokusai one day...), so I ended up buying this beautiful Hiroshige book instead.
It looked so striking on the bookshop shelf. I only picked it up to admire the stunning binding and wrap around cover. I was pleasantly surprised to find it priced considerably lower than anticipated, so decided to treat myself (as you do). As soon as my upcoming busy weekend is out of the way, I will thoroughly indulge myself in the beauty eminating from these pages.