It's normally once a year I turn to this author to enlighten me; chance has arisen that it's twice in less than a fortnight. Here there is no art on display (or at least, not in anything like ideal situations), and little in the way of discussing art and art styles and movements. This, as it says on the tin, takes us to where famous (and less well-known) creatives rested their head. We start with Turner, in a pleasant and sunlit London home, but he never worked there, beyond storing stuff he took to sketch with in the gardens and environs – he could afford a second house and studio closer to town. Here is the first woman ever in France known to buy her own home from her own income, replete with copious stuffed animals to this day, to add to the menagerie she shared the place with.
What we get for every entry is six, eight or ten pages, with some full-page or -spread images, and just enough text to whet the appetite for a visit (details of entry not forthcoming, unfortunately). The text tells us who we're thinking of, gives them a potted biography in relation to the building, and some reference to the layout where relevant. Did it have a studio, and was it an adaptation, stuck on top, or built elsewhere on a ripe estate? And, of course, did the family own it, did the art pay for it, or how was it come by? Did it feature a mothballed seaside souvenir shop?
I can see some seeing this as too trivial – it may matter not where certain people lived. But I would argue the literary equivalent would matter – "Waiting for Godot" ends up a very different piece if written in a dungeon, overlooking a duck-filled stream or scribbled in fragments on the #76 bus. And so the artist's home must have some kind of influence on their output – is it homely, elaborate, utilitarian, shared or isolation-giving? You can't tell me "The Scream" was painted to the song of a curlew – it's got to be shrieking gulls and more instead.
The hiccup is that the image is allowed to dominate, and when you get images after the text (and quote) is over you cannot feel sure (when reading this digitally at least) if it's what you've just seen or ready for who you're about to meet. More and better captioning would have helped somewhat. But this brings many semi-unknown artists to our attention, and brings their life to our mind as a further layer on our interest in them. What I found here was something to browse at leisure and warmly appreciate – a strong four stars.