Tag: David Jones

  • One hill, two painters

    One hill, two painters

    Peter Wakelin’s book Refuge and renewal: migration and British art, written to accompany his exhibition of the same name – its run in MOMA Machynlleth was sadly curtailed by coronavirus – is a rich source of information about artists who fled to Britain to escape the Nazis.  A name he mentions in passing on three…

  • The hunt for Twrch Trwyth

    The hunt for Twrch Trwyth

    The other day I walked down to Mumbles to get my hair cut (a no. 8 shave all over, in case you’re interested).  In my normal barber’s there was one customer in the only chair, and four others waiting.   The cutting pace there is slow, so I moved down to another, newish shop I’d never…

  • Llygad crwtyn, llygad dyn: David Jones yn Rhos

    Llygad crwtyn, llygad dyn: David Jones yn Rhos

    Dair wythnos yn ôl cerddais i heibio i gapel bychan S. Trillo yn Llandrillo-yn-Rhos, heb sylweddoli mai’r llecyn hwn oedd y cyflwyniad cyntaf i Gymru i’r bardd a’r artist David Jones. Daw’r wybodaeth hon mewn llyfr mawr newydd gan Thomas Dilworth sy’n dilyn bywyd a gwaith David Jones.  Cymro oedd ei dad, Jim Jones, argraffydd…

  • Capel-y-ffin: tro ar fyd David Jones

    Capel-y-ffin: tro ar fyd David Jones

    Mae’n drueni mawr na fydd yr arddangosfa David Jones: vision and memory, sydd newydd ddod i ben yn Pallant House, Chichester, yn dod yma i Gymru, cartref ysbrydol ac ysbrydoliaeth yr artist ac awdur o Lundain.  Fel cytunodd pob un o’i hadolygwyr, arddangosfa o’r safon uchaf fu hi, gyda nifer fawr o weithiau anghyfarwydd, yn…

  • ‘Sweet sister death has gone debauched today’: artists and writers in Mametz Wood

    ‘Sweet sister death has gone debauched today’: artists and writers in Mametz Wood

    Mametz Wood: three syllables that have lost none of their power to appal, after almost a hundred years. On 7 July 1916 the infantrymen of the 38th or Welsh Division, most of them volunteers and amateur soldiers, were ordered to make a frontal assault on a German-held line in front of a wood, roughly a…

  • The overcoat

    The overcoat

    I was sitting reading in the front room yesterday when a sharp rap on the window made me jump.  A man stood at the door.   Only the sharp features of his face were visible; the rest of his body was protected from the cold wind and rain by a thick shell of industrial yellow.  Behind…