Glyndebourne Opera Golden Night
‘Glyndebourne Opera Golden Night.’
This print depicts Glyndebourne House and Auditorium lit by a full moon gleaming in golden hues among ancient mystic glowing yew trees.
Panoramic format. Print size 124 x 30.5 cm approx. Signed print from a limited edition of 100. From original ink drawing to which I apply colour digitally. Printed on fine art paper using archival inks.
More about this print
Glyndebourne is an English country house possibly six hundred years old. From 1934 operas have been staged within the annual Glyndebourne Festival Opera. You can find Glyndebourne House near the historic town of Lewes in East Sussex, England. It has the tradition where you bring your own lavish picnics during the opera intervals that you can enjoy in the lawns. The settings are particularly beautiful, as you seat by the ha-ha and looking out to the South Down National Park. Needless to say that I am an opera enthusiast and in the summer of 2019 I went to Glyndebourne to see the performance of Handel’s Rinaldo. It was then that during picnic interval I came up with the idea and determination to produce this print of this place that is so close to my heart.
Importantly, the inspiration for the creation of this chromatically vibrant print follows the concept of bringing the magic out of the auditorium and outside around Glyndebourne Grounds. Consequently Glyndebourne falls in a state of half dream where it dresses itself as an opera set. Suddenly the proscenium lights go on and bathe the building facades like they were made of gold and precious gems and raises like a golden fair tale castle. Together with this a paper mache moon hangs from the sky whilst trees and shrubs burn with ancient eternal flames.
Fair Ground Exhibition Gallery 94 Glyndebourne
This print has been selected to be part of an exhibition called Fair Ground at Gallery 94 in Glyndebourne in 2019.
Finally, without opera there would be no be Glyndebourne. Below you can read the lyrics of the aria ‘To the Moon’ from Dvorak’s Opera Rusalka.
‘Moon, high and deep in the sky
Your light sees far,
You travel around the wide world,
and see into people’s homes.
Moon, stand still a while
and tell me where is my dear.
Tell him, silvery moon,
that I am embracing him.
For at least momentarily
let him recall of dreaming of me.
Illuminate him far away,
and tell him, tell him who is waiting for him!
If his human soul is, in fact, dreaming of me,
may the memory awaken him!
Moonlight, don’t disappear, disappear!’