MATTHEW HAWKINS applauds a psychotherapist’s disection of William Blake

WATERCOLOURS, forever the poor relatives of oil painting, have been unjustly associated with “Sunday amateurs,” a stigma that the Royal Institute of Painters in Water Colours has fought against tooth and nail. To its credit, it’s done so with considerable success.
The institutes’s annual exhibition and awards for painters working in the medium has been the silver lining for artists tested by the pandemic and perhaps trying times have somewhat clipped the wings of the intrepid experimentation evidenced in shows over the last few years.
Yet the unexpected and intriguing is there in Brian Smith’s Ernie’s Beach — reminiscent of Abraham Hondius’s Frost Fairs — which celebrates a triumph over developers to keep a popular stretch of the Thames near the OXO Tower public.

Strip cartoons used to be the bread and butter of newspapers and they have been around for centuries. MICHAL BONCZA asks our own Paul Tanner about which bees are in his bonnet

New releases from Hannah Rose Platt, Kemp Harris, and Spear Of Destiny
