Burlington House, Receiving

Varnishing Day

A Black Copper Marans rooster in a dark olive waxed Barbour jacket over a cream cable-knit sweater, standing on rain-slicked stone steps outside a neoclassical building with Palladian columns, carrying a brown paper-wrapped canvas under one wing, grey London morning light, red pillar box in soft bokeh behind him

He had submitted early, which he understood to be a form of confidence but which the committee might reasonably interpret as impatience. Two hundred and fifty-eight years of tradition, and the only variable remained whether they hung you at eye level or near the ceiling.

4 June 2026

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