A while ago I told you about my latest trip into the steam and darkness of London's bath houses. It was there that I picked up a flier for the Jarman exhibition at the Serpentine Gallery. I didn't get to the exhibition myself so I wil try not to pass too much judgement but it does seem that it was not well received by the critics.
A friend of a friend took their 11 year old neice to see it. The little girl came out of the gallery saying, "so, they guy was gay... he needs to get over it."
It seems to me that can only be the fault of the curator. It would be a little like coming out of an exhibition about the suffragettes and hearing someone say, 'so they were women...'
So, regardless of the possible merits or otherwise of the exhibition at the Serpentince I'd decided a long time ago to do something more on Jarman here this year and so here is my own little exhibition for your purusal.
I give you Derek Jarman, renaissence man, film-maker, painter, writer of achingly beautiful prose and photogenic gay saint.