My favourite artist. Bill Bryson made reference to the brilliant use of colour in his work in Notes From A Small Island and I resolved to check his work out. My Parents is my favourite painting – it has that use of colour but I love how it is staged but also relaxed. Although it’s austere there is so much warmth in it.
I also loved how he kept going and reinventing himself and producing new things. He is one of the very few cultural icons from the 20th century.
We also went and loved.
We saw his exhibition of paintings inspired by The Wolds at The Royal Academy. Excellent exhibition but absolutely bursting at the seams with the crowd.
Some months later we were in Bilbao and went to The Guggenheim (how can you not?) and were delighted to find the same exhibition on, with a tiny fraction of the London crowd. We were able to enjoy it at leisure, without being shoved and shunted. Truly wondrous.
Now probably Britain’s greatest no longer living artist.
I shall miss his nonconformism and his wit.
As well as the paintings.
Condolences to all his family and friends.
If he too can read this, then gratitude to him for lighting things up.
Yes, Saltaire is magical. I remember buying a postcard of Hockney and Alan Bennett there, side by side in the same photo, two genius sons of Yorkshire. Not online, annoyingly.
Guggenheim in Venice is my favourite but Saltaire is a very, very close second. Funnily enough was just talking to an old friend the other day – “You must go and see Hockney’s Normandy show, best thing I’ve ever seen”
I can’t find it, but that reminds me of an Alex cartoon in which a visitor is admiring a picture on display in Alex’s house and asks the story behind it. Alex explains that when he and Penny were on holiday they saw Hockney at another table in their restaurant drawing on a napkin. ‘And that … ?’ asks the visitor. ‘That’s a photograph of the maitre d’ throwing him out of the restaurant.’
Sad loss – his work is so joyous and full of life that it is hard to imagine him no longer with us. We saw the big immersive digital show as well but the one I really treasure was his Royal Academy show some years back – we got the train down to London for the day with our daughters to see it and we all loved it. It’s a day we all recall with real fondness and that’s largely because of the power and beauty of Hockney’s work. He was doing great stuff right to the end. RIP.
Terribly sad news, but he leaves such a glorious body of work behind him.
My favourite is Mount Fuji and Flowers. A print of the painting hangs in the hallway of my house, and a few years ago I repainted the front door to match that beautiful shade of blue. It makes me happy every time I come home.
Renember him, I think on Parkinson, and telling the story of his mother visiting him in LA. She looked out over the Hollywood hills and was mortified that no one had their washing out to dry!
My favourite artist. Bill Bryson made reference to the brilliant use of colour in his work in Notes From A Small Island and I resolved to check his work out. My Parents is my favourite painting – it has that use of colour but I love how it is staged but also relaxed. Although it’s austere there is so much warmth in it.
I also loved how he kept going and reinventing himself and producing new things. He is one of the very few cultural icons from the 20th century.
A very sad day.
Mine too. I took the grandkids to this a few years ago. It was magical, and they had so much fun.
We went to that as well. It was just brilliant – the art but also the way it was presented. Loved it.
Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant.
We also went and loved.
We saw his exhibition of paintings inspired by The Wolds at The Royal Academy. Excellent exhibition but absolutely bursting at the seams with the crowd.
Some months later we were in Bilbao and went to The Guggenheim (how can you not?) and were delighted to find the same exhibition on, with a tiny fraction of the London crowd. We were able to enjoy it at leisure, without being shoved and shunted. Truly wondrous.
Agreed he is one of the very few cultural icons of the 20th century – a genuine rule breaker and stubborn genius. A huge, huge loss to our culture.
Now probably Britain’s greatest no longer living artist.
I shall miss his nonconformism and his wit.
As well as the paintings.
Condolences to all his family and friends.
If he too can read this, then gratitude to him for lighting things up.
Always visit his permanent exhibition in Saltaire during my annual visits to that area. RIP
Yes, Saltaire is magical. I remember buying a postcard of Hockney and Alan Bennett there, side by side in the same photo, two genius sons of Yorkshire. Not online, annoyingly.
The picture is here – https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/david-hockney-and-alan-bennett–305118943494601807/
Brilliant, thank you.
Saltaire is a terrific place.
Guggenheim in Venice is my favourite but Saltaire is a very, very close second. Funnily enough was just talking to an old friend the other day – “You must go and see Hockney’s Normandy show, best thing I’ve ever seen”
I liked the Guggenheim in Venice a lot. But my mind had previously been blown by the Guggenheim in Bilbao.
Ah, fantastic building but the six or seven times I’ve been in Bilbao the actual exhibitions were, to use a technical term, crap.
The restaurant is fabulous. And there was lots of Jeff Koons there when I went. Which was nice. And Puppy is a thing of extreme imagination.
Why not get a plate from the Saltaire restaurant?

We have a framed napkin (with flakes of my delicious sausage roll) with that exact illustration . .
I can’t find it, but that reminds me of an Alex cartoon in which a visitor is admiring a picture on display in Alex’s house and asks the story behind it. Alex explains that when he and Penny were on holiday they saw Hockney at another table in their restaurant drawing on a napkin. ‘And that … ?’ asks the visitor. ‘That’s a photograph of the maitre d’ throwing him out of the restaurant.’
Sad loss – his work is so joyous and full of life that it is hard to imagine him no longer with us. We saw the big immersive digital show as well but the one I really treasure was his Royal Academy show some years back – we got the train down to London for the day with our daughters to see it and we all loved it. It’s a day we all recall with real fondness and that’s largely because of the power and beauty of Hockney’s work. He was doing great stuff right to the end. RIP.
Terribly sad news, but he leaves such a glorious body of work behind him.
My favourite is Mount Fuji and Flowers. A print of the painting hangs in the hallway of my house, and a few years ago I repainted the front door to match that beautiful shade of blue. It makes me happy every time I come home.
The world has become a more monochrome place.
Always loved this photo.

Renember him, I think on Parkinson, and telling the story of his mother visiting him in LA. She looked out over the Hollywood hills and was mortified that no one had their washing out to dry!
His 2012 RA show was the best exhibition I’ve ever seen
the subject of a great song by Jake Shillingford’s Exile Inside
His work is a feast for the eyes. It looks so simple but when I tried to do it myself, I failed miserably. That’s true genius.
You failing miserably is true genius? In that case, I am Albert Einstein times five. ….