There’s a double treat at the cultural quarter of Scarborough this week which deserve an extra mention because the events reflect a lot of work that goes unseen and which seems not to have as much success as there ought be in terms of public attendance.
One is the mesmerising hazy dance video that forms part of the textile and drawing exhibition, Joan Murray With Great Pleasure at Woodend in the Crescent until November 30. The other is next door at the art gallery – the new bronze bust of war poet Wilfred Owen by artist Anthony Padgett. Owen had visited Scarborough with his family as a boy, playing on both beaches, and his aunt ran a school in the town. The shell-shocked Owen later wrote poems while recovering at what is now the Clifton Hotel and thanks partly to the Sitwell family of Woodend, his posthumously-published poetry now echoes through eternity. Dismissed as a coward by some officers, he won the Military Cross. Ed Asquith, Editor Twitter@Ed.Asquith