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A Queer Tale of Deception

Truth is often stranger than fiction, isn't it? Head to the newly opened venue of Charleston in Lewes for  Dorothy Hepworth and Patricia Preece: An Untold Story , an exhibition that relates a piece of art history that, you have to say, would make a good film.  And here are the two principal characters: Dorothy, on the left, a talented graduate of the Slade School of Fine Art , and her fellow student, friend, lover, partner and collaborator Patricia, perhaps not quite so talented, but both passionate about art.  The photograph seems to tell you a lot. Dorothy looks a little bit awkward and ill at ease, slightly frumpy, androgynous even. Patricia appears confident, glamorous, exuberant, perhaps a little.... possessive? But maybe we're getting ahead of ourselves. We need to establish the plot....   The rather retiring Hepworth and the outgoing, gregarious Preece became inseparable as students, and they planned to set up a studio together after graduation. In 1922, Preece took exam

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The Artists Are in Revolt

The revolution won't happen overnight, but it's coming. And it will take place in 1874, when the rebels who'll become known as the Impressionists hold their first exhibition in Paris.  To see how the Impressionists got there, and what they were rebelling against, we've come to Cologne, and the Wallraf-Richartz-Museum, for an utterly enjoyable exhibition about the art of the 1860s and 70s that found official approval from the French state and from the traditionalist critics -- and the art that didn't. The show is entitled  1863 Paris 1874: Revolution in Art -- From the Salon to Impressionism , and this is the striking image that greets you as you enter, a painting that we've never seen before (it belongs to the Spanish central bank ) but which seems to sum up the entire topic for you in one go.  The Catalan artist Pere Borrell del Caso actually created this trompe l'oeil in 1874, completely independently of the Impressionists. It wasn't originally called

Give Women Painters a Chance!

You know Rembrandt, Watteau and Monet, reads the introduction at the start of  Maestras: Women Masters 1500-1900 at the Arp Museum on the River Rhine. But, it asks, do you also know Fede Galizia, Anne Vallayer-Coster or Marie Bracquemond?  You'll see a few of their paintings in this show. As well as work by Giovanna Garzoni, Rachel Ruysch and Helene Funke too. And they're fantastic pictures, some of them, works that make you go "wow". But will you have learned any more about the artists by the time you've been round, will you know much about them? Perhaps a little bit. But the presentation here is really rather strange. The wall captions only give the picture title, the artist and dates, and the detail of where it's on loan from. There's no discussion of subject matter, context, technique, style or the artist's background at all. An audio guide does provide further information on some pictures and their creators, but the English commentary is delivere

It's All About the Pose.... and the Clothes

Go and see John Singer Sargent's paintings at Tate Britain and you come away with the impression of Sargent as an incredibly savvy stylist and promoter of his sitters -- the elite of London, Paris, New York and Boston. That's not to downplay his talent as an artist, because  Sargent and Fashion   shows he was brilliantly skilled, producing images with real staying power. You may not know much now about the people -- then famous -- he painted more than a century ago, but the pictures themselves still exert a fascination.  Flamboyant -- that's perhaps the adjective to use when describing Sargent's most striking works, and flamboyant's definitely the word for Dr Pozzi at Home .  Samuel-Jean Pozzi was a Parisian gynaecologist, with links to avant-garde art circles. You might expect a late 19th-century professional to be portrayed in a dark suit, but Sargent shows Dr Pozzi in a crimson dressing gown, wearing Turkish slippers. Standing in front of red curtain, it's as