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| Vidal Sassoon creating Mary Quant's signature bob |
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| Sue Bradley's work at Milsom Place |
I've always been a fan of Sue's work and it got me thinking about how over the years I've been influenced by both Pop and OpArt.
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| More of Sue's work exhibited in Milsom Place |
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| Peter Blake's Sgt Pepper Album cover |
Youth was empowered! The Beatles and other Liverpool bands revolutionised popular music with the Mersey beat. In the States Bob Dylan rallied a generation with his protest songs and the wild, inventive guitar playing of Jimi Hendrix made him a style icon of the time. Pop festivals mushroomed and Woodstockdefined a generation of flower powered, pot-smoking, peace-lovers, who read Aldous Huxley’s Doors of Perception and J.R. Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings.
Many young
people shunned western religion, the Buddhist search for nirvana had a wide
appeal. In London it was not unusual to
see the saffron robes usually worn by Tibetan monks, even if the wearer hailed
from no further east than Stepney. One
of my favourite cookery books was Edward Espe Brown's Tassajara Bread Book, a collection of deliciously scrumptious
breads, biscuits and cakes, edited by one of
the monks at the Californian Zen Buddhist monastery at Tassajara. I still bake their heavenly banana bread whenever time and ripe bananas permit.
Food
played a big part in Pop Art. In England David Hockney produced TyphooTea, one
of the earliest paintings to portray a brand-name commercial product. In the US
Rauschenberg painted cast bronzes of Ballantine beer cans, Claes Oldenburg
constructed garish, humorous plastic sculptures of hamburgers and other
fast-food items, whilst Andy Warhol immortalised the Campbell’s soup-can.
However, it was the
powerfully graphic images of Op Artists like Victor Vasarely and Bridget Riley
that intrigued me. Op Art got its name
from the optical tricks used to create the illusion of movement through spirals,
circles, stripes and squares. Some years
ago I was delighted to come across many of Vasarely’s magical paintings and
shimmering tapestries in a gallery which was once his home in Gordes, Provence.
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| Bridget Riley's Blaze 1 |








Thanks for the nostalgia.
ReplyDeleteCarnaby St. Piccadilly Circus the British invasion
Mini skirts, clogs
I could go on.
I still have my bottle of pink catawba wine from Woodstock, empty of course.
I'm so envious, even Joni Mitchell didn't get to Woodstock although I know thousands did!
DeleteI miss my embroidered and patch worked bell-bottoms that my mother threw away while I was gone for a weekend. I feel like we're right back where we were before the 60's with ultra-conservative movements and rigorous conformance. We could use some peace and love right about now.
ReplyDeleteSo true Sandi!
DeleteGreat looking urban art. I am so glad to get a peek at it!
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