We've already visited the newly housed Beecroft Art Gallery. The collection used to be in an Edwardian house in Westcliff but is now in the Old Central Library, one of my favourite childhood haunts, for I was, and still am, a bookworm. 'Old' is a bit of a misnomer for it's a building that only dates back to the '70s. I must feature it in a later post for it's a brilliant example of how finely executed brutalism can work very well indeed.
Currently there's a temporary exhibition highlighting the East London Group, artists who worked in the 1920s and 30s. This has to be my favourite painting, one by Brynhild Carter. It depicts a local spot, the beach where I spent most of my summer holidays as a kid. The bathing huts on wheels were long gone in my era but it's still a recognisable scene. Ah! This is my hometown. It's not the prettiest place in the world but it's jam packed with fond memories.