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You have to be inventive, always,” says David Hockney at the opening night of his new show, “Some Very, Very, Very New Paintings Not Yet Shown in Paris”, full of bright, dynamic works which belie the energy of an 88-year-old man in a wheelchair. The grand old master was explaining how he painted the top of the large canvases while sitting down. “I turn them on their side. There is always a way. It is what imagination is about,” he says, with a twinkle in his eye.
In a brand new tweed suit specially made for the occasion, he is escorted by his great-nephew, also newly tweed-suited, who is both a family member and his assistant. “David said he was sick of seeing me in jeans and trainers anymore, so he sent me to the tailor,” he says. Of course, the peroxide-haired and silver-tongued Hockney has always been a bit of a dandy.
The centrepiece of the show at Annely Juda’s new Mayfair gallery is a double portrait of an artist and nephew/assistant together. It is dazzling and pops with colour and zest. There is no sense of this being an old man’s work. The lines, perhaps, are sometimes a little more hazy, but the paint feels so fresh that it seems it has not dried. The brush strokes are a little shaky, but the vision is clear and firm. The images ping against a dark blue wall, the colour chosen by the artist. This show also marks the most developed stage yet in the artist’s “reverse perspective”.
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8th April 2020, No. 2 (David Hockney)
He pioneered this technique, where objects that appear further away are actually larger, and parallel lines diverge towards the viewer rather than converging. There are echoes of the colourful exuberance of Pierre Bonnard and the decisive and forthright perspective of Van Gogh – one picture is even titled Vincent’s Chair and Gauguin’s Chair. It shows a scarlet-matted floor with purple and yellow wooden chair legs and radiates with psychedelic energy and that unmistakable Hockney optimism.
Before the show started, Hockney held court on the pavement with the inevitable cigarette in hand. He was never going to be stopped from smoking. He explained perspective and smoking restrictions and then veered onto Caravaggio. He is very much the professor artist as well as the dandy gadfly, still on his long journey of development as an artist with no hint of fading into the light.
The new portraits are startling and warm and direct as he revisits the faces of friends, young and old. In each, there is a strong sense of exploring and gathering joy from what he sees. He still wears a badge saying “end bossiness soon”, but what is not ending is his sense of quest. His pictures are dynamic and make you feel you are somehow sharing his magic ability to look and entertain and reflect. The show also includes The Moon Room – 2020 iPad works created in his Normandy studio in France, which have a Walter de la Mare sense of stillness and delight in colour. They capture light and luminosity and also a stillness.
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Vincent’s Chair and Gauguin’s Chair, July 2025 (David Hockney)
This show will travel on to Paris. The prices for his paintings are into seven figures, and very few are for sale. So this is a fleeting opportunity to see the greatness of an ageing master who is undiminished in zest and zeal.
In London, Hockney, as ever, has the last word. “What else would I want to do? I still find the world beautiful and I still find new ways to appreciate that and capture it. I just have to keep going!’’
And with that, he was off, whizzing round the studio in his electric chair, eyes ablaze and mind whirring.