Reading.




 There is a very interesting interview with Ann Gale on Painting Perceptions at the moment, plus an interesting blog by Angela Edwards ( www.angelaedwards.co.uk)which currently flags landscape artists. Painting Perceptions and Painter's Table continue to be worth reading. There is also, until February 2022,
Late Constable, at  the Royal Academy, London. I received the hardback catalogue today along with Remaking Landscape, John Hubbard.


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