the charcoals Hockney made in 2014, after a stroke, that show what it is to make something: you show up every day and look at it, wrestle with it, honestly. itβs in the doing. RIP to the master.
Always loved these early Hockney paintings of Bradford
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I remember watching this in 1987 and suddenly my little world made sense. Thanks David
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RIP David Hockney. I spoke to him on occasion when I worked at the Telegraph & Argus in Bradford. My favourite story about him is when he was given the Freedom of the City and instead of a plaque asked Bradford Council if he could have a posh ashtray instead. He got a silver one.
Farewell, David Hockney, & thank you.
You painted a hill I used to have to cycle up as a broke student in York going home to East Yorkshire once a month - a terrible, merciless, wretch of a thing that always left me walking like a sailor for days afterwards.
Your painting pulled no punches.
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There's probably never been a better time to remind you that when David Hockney first took his Mum to California she remarked 'all this lovely weather and nobody puts their washing out'.
