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Peter Pan must die!

My first visit to the theatre was to the King’s in Glasgow on a night with a pea-soup fog. It was to see J M Barrie’s still magical Peter Pan. And when it came to the point that Tinkerbelle briefly expires, the mist seemed to seep across the stage. For when Peter asks – where’s Tinkerbelle? A lone child’s voice was heard to whisper through the gloom – She’s dead.

Well if his spark-like fairy did temporarily wane, the fame of Barrie’s play has not. For despite him writing other scripts, it is Peter Pan that still bestrides stages, films and books. Yet some years ago, when visiting the playwright’s childhood home in Kirriemuir here in Scotland, I bought a copy of Peter Pan. And it was only then did I realise how many adult nuances it has. After all, there can be no greater adult temptations than to wish never to grow old; never to lose youth’s courage and never to face the real world.

It is ironic then that a play, quintessentially connected to childhood, can only be fully savoured when the eternal boy Peter has to die and not Tinkerbelle.

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Art is God’s Creation too!

Kellie Castle, Fife

As a devout Roman Catholic, the Scottish Sculptor, Hew Lorimer, believed that an artist’s work was just an extension of God’s creativity. At his studio at Kellie Castle, Fife, is written his quote:

I came to see that human is not what is paramount in the creative process; what is paramount is ‘The Creation’ and He who created it and that what the true artist is expressing is not himself but his response to the eternal process of creation.


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A visit to a house from the past

Today we visited the House of Tarvit near Ceres in Fife. A Georgian country house rebuilt by the Sharp family. This family were Dundee jute mill owners who had the original building pulled down and a new house designed Sir Robert Lorimer to house Fredrick Sharps’ art and furniture collection. And so each room depicts a different style from mock baronial to French 18th Century. Yet throughout this beautiful dwelling there were reminders that it was financed probably on the unrelenting labours of others back in the squalor of Dundee’s slums. Also a display gave an idea of the 12 indoor servants wages at today’s prices; even allowing that food and board would be included, it was hardly wage worthy of all its encumbrances.

Sharp was a self-made man who taught himself about the art he collected. In that effort, he was advised by Burrell whose collection graces Glasgow. To some extent their combined thoughts bore fruit as there are some very beautiful Netherlandish oil paintings. Some of these apparently were bought because the show a Dutch form of primitive golf; another the Sharp family passions. However there are truly hideous still lifes covered in dead birds. Proof if any is needed, that wealth cannot buy taste.

The family eventually died out with the Sharp’s son being killed in a train crash and the daughter dying without children. The house then passed into the hands of the National Trust of Scotland where it was used as a hospice for a period. Unfortunately, due to the Trust’s financial woes, it is only open a few days each summer month.

 
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Posted by on 31/05/2010 in britain, change, dundee, ethics, politics

 

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