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Fry set up the workshop to bring together the worlds of applied and decorative arts as well as giving regular work to his artist friends who all worked anonymously under the workshop's 'omega' trademark. As with all things ahead of it's time, the Omega didn't quite fulfill it's
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A schism led by the artist Wyndham Lewis resulted in his defection with his Vorticist chums to set up a rival enterprise - and he drearily continued to snipe at Fry and the Bloomsbury Group for years. The Workshop would work to order so there was never a chance to build up a name known to everyone so most of their work was created for wealthy benefactors. It was also a quirk of fate that it's opening coincided with the build-up and arrival of WWI.
But it's legacy lives on and the exhibition boasts a wide range of it's creations, from ceramics to textiles, from clothing to carpets. A few of the pieces I had seen at the Tate's wide-ranging Bloomsbury exhibition in 1999 but I would happily have run riot there with a shopping trolley!
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After that we wandered down through the remaining rooms housing the permanent exhibition - and soon we found our own Courtauld catchphrase "...there's another famous one in here!" What I really liked was that, although there were punters walking around the relatively small gallery rooms, it didn't feel crowded so you could spend time in front of these master works without having to look after 20 heads as you do in other galleries. It also meant that areas of art history that don't appeal to one can be skimmed through again as opposed to other galleries where room after room after room can seem to be endless.
Cranach, Degas, Renoir, Cezanne, Seurat, Manet, Modigliani, Bell... wow!
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