We were reviving ourselves with a strong Americano in York Art Gallery's excellent cafe the other day when I decided to view the latest exhibition, "Gordon Baldwin - Objects for a Landscape" previously dismissed by Mr N for being "Too modern!", though clearly Mr Baldwin is an artist-craftsman inspired by nature, in particular a beach on the Lleyn Peninsula, which he has christened "the place of stones".
As a child of the pebbly shore, feet hardened by barefoot seaside summers, how could I neglect to have a look at this distinctly beachy-looking show?
Mr N was (literally) unmoved - I put on a serious art-appreciation face and did my best, but I soon realised what was missing for me. There was so little colour in these objects. A stoneware graveyard, too black, white and grey. Another person's view of stone in all its forms, so different to my own.
Kentish Hag Stones, hung by the door to keep witches out (ineffective in this case).
Budleigh Salterton, pebble-lover's paradise.