The Hotspur - Issue 16 - Jamie Warde
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The Hotspur - Issue 16 - Jamie Warde
Toulouse-Lautrec was almost as passionate about cuisine as he was about art, absinthe and prostitutes. He is credited with inventing the tremblement de terre cocktail – a mixture of absinthe and cognac which, if taken frequently, may, alongside his syphilis, explain why the painter didn’t see 40. After his death, his childhood friend and dealer, Maurice Joyant, collected together his recipes, and those of many of his friends and relations, and published them as “La Cuisine de Monsieur Momo, célibataire”. Some of the recipes verge on the surreal – one for Grilled Saint suggests you get the Vatican to supply you with a modern Saint Lawrence, while the artificial rabbit pâté is made largely of veal. There is a certain amount of casual cruelty – Antoine Mizon, an explorer of the Congo, describes an infallible method of ensuring chicken is tender: you chase it across open countryside for a bit, before shooting it (he recommends what sounds like number 8 shot – “abbatez-le a coups de fusil chargé de très petits plombs”). The artist’s mother’s recipe for confit d’oie calls for four geese “so fat they can barely move” while for her galantine she specifies one “grasse à en mourir”. I know you need very fresh trout for truites au bleu, but the version here suggests they should still be alive when they hit the boiling vinegar. However, most of the recipes are relatively simple to do, even if finding all the ingredients may prove time-consuming – for a cassoulet to dream of, you will need bones, calves’ feet and hocks, a goose neck stuffed with sausage meat, smoked ham, some mutton, a truffled pig’s foot, goose giblets and the meat and carcase of a goose as well as white beans from Soissons, tomatoes, onions, garlic and shallots. His mother’s boeuf à la Malromé is a tasty and tender beef stew, cooked for up to six hours and made with Malromé wine, which she describes as a “très bon Bordeaux rouge” without declaring an interest in the fact that she owned the château – a place her son loved and where he died (although not, despite what Wikipedia would have us believe, where he was born – he was already 18 when she bought it). Sadly Malromé is almost unobtainable in the UK, although thospeatling.co.uk in Suffolk apparently stocks the 2006 vintage. One of his favourite recipes was for pigeons with olives, which he would cook himself for very special friends. For each person take one wood pigeon (preferably in the autumn when they taste better), stuff with minced meat (probably beef), sausage meat, nutmeg, pepper and chopped truffles. Fry the birds quickly in a casserole, remove and then fry some shallots and chopped onions in a mixture of butter and lard; once the onions are coloured, thicken with flour and then add stock and a bouquet garni. Put the pigeons in the liquid (which, by the end, “doit être onctueuse”), cover and simmer very gently for “une petite heure”. 20 minutes before the end, add half a pound of the best green olives you can find (pitted) and a glass of Armagnac. DICKY UMFRAVILLE IS AWAY Thanks to Matthew Rice for the Badger. In the Kitchen. With our guest cookery editor, Alan Sykes. The Hotspur Overlooked Artists The Hotspur Jesse Rae, Overlooked Artist. later in the year. You should give him a listen, it’s The cover illustration to this edition of The Hotspur superb stuff. 500 signed copies of The Best O’ are is by Ant Macari. It’s a fan portrait of an available directly from Jesse’s website unjustifiably overlooked artist, the Scottish white jesserae.co.uk and his album The Thistle can be soul/funk singer and aspiring independent downloaded from iTunes. His awesome videos politician, Jesse Rae. are available on DVD from the record label, Rae, who lives in St Boswell’s, reached number 65 savage-hospitality.com. in the British pop singles chart with 1985’s Over ‘Far better to be overlooked than condemned’ Dicky Umfraville, November 1961. For a while, I imagined that the glamorous individual above, Marino Marini, was the creator The Sea. The album that followed, The Thistle, Overlooked politician failed to make a position, despite great songs and In 2007, Jesse stood for the Scottish Parliament as a sterling production job by the late Roger an independent in the Scottish Borders electoral artist celebrated on a post card like a pop singer? Troutman (of Zapp fame). constituency of Roxburgh and Berwickshire He Even our Damien hasn’t managed that, yet. An ASCAP award-winning music video pioneer gained 318 votes for a 1.2% share of the vote. and talented songwriter who’s worked with a host Standing again in 2011 as an independent Italian Adam Faith no less, minus the third-rate of international music names, he’s best known for candidate in the expanded seat of Ettrick, rock ‘n’ roll affectations; born with both voice of Inside Out, Odyssey’s 1980 hit single. More Roxburgh and Berwickshire he polled 308 votes recently, in October 2010, Jesse opened for Adam for a 1.1% share. The flamboyant Borderer has Ant at London’s Union Chapel. Earlier in the vowed not to take off his trademark plaid, year, The Thistle album saw a digital reissue on claymore and helmet until Scotland gains full Savage Hospitality Records. In May 2011, he was independence. Jesse has announced that he will one of Adam Ant’s support acts at the O2 be standing as a MSP candidate again in 2015. He Academy in Glasgow, playing two “live music is proposing a new Scottish broadcasting video shows” at Edinburgh’s Voodoo Lounge bar. authority featuring frequencies for education, and 2012 saw the release of The Best O’, with a changes to the Bankruptcy (Scotland) Act 1985. scheduled companion release, Funk Warrior, due Vote for Jessie! of that rather priapic equestrian figure which manned the Tate’s front door during the 1970s. An Well, reader dear, I was to be disappointed. The Marino Marini pictured is indeed a pop star: an gold and dripping latin quiff. I have a soft spot for his type of music. Italian crooner-pop of the 50s and early 60s is glorious, greasy melodrama, designed to move lips into dazzling smiles, exultant pouts and wretched, extravagant vows. Though they do share a passing resemblance, Marino Marini and Marino Marini, sadly, are not the same man. What a hero he would have been! Imagine it, drawing and slaving away with an oxy-acetylene torch from 9 to 5, hammering out gems like ‘Prima’ and ‘Tango Kriminale’ in the clubs by night. That’s polymathy worthy of the coolest of the cool, like Sir Kenelm Digby (Oh go on, google him). Now, save for a few connoisseurs and relatives hoping for their respective revivals, neither Marino is much remembered by anyone in this careless world. A handful of dusty 45s for one, humbler plinths for the other. Never mind, what lives they must have led. Salute them tonight with Motorhead and burning sambuca! A thousand thanks to every glorious, clever contributor to this issue, to the thus-far uncredited: Erica Van Horn for the loan of her fabulous post card collection, Christian Barnes for his photograph of Li Yuan Chia’s gravestone, Joel Fisher for numerous inspirations, Simon Cutts for his found Stephen Duncalf tribute and Antonio Bachini and Gavin Uren, without whom there would be no Hotspur. The next issue’s theme is BADDIES. All suggestions welcome. In the mean time, hang on to your hats and get ready for a begging letter, we haven’t sent one out for over two years. Ciao! THIS ISSUE OF THE HOTSPUR IS EDITED BY JAMIE WARDE-ALDAM, DESIGNED BY ANTONIO BACHINI AND JAMIE WARDE-ALDAM, PRINTED BY A MIRACLE AND SUPPORTED BY THE GENEROSITY OF THE HOTSPUR’S PATRONS. Email: [email protected] Tel:07789737252. significant, member of The Pre-Raphaelite neglected. There are artists of little worth who Brotherhood. True, there were no known extant are famous. And when you study the most works, but this was because his cavalier attitude famous of neglected artists, you realize that to thinners had both contributed to an early historical reputation depends on notions of admission to The Royal Surrey Lunatic Asylum celebrity as fragile as the ones that sustain, say, in Mortlake and to the rapid ruinous a game show host. Put it this way : neglect and degradation of his only known masterpiece, The celebrity are rarely true reflections of artistic Allegory of True Love in Brunel’s Tunnel. Still, value. Ask the shades of El Greco who, now on Lachrymose’s tragic career arc could be traced brightly-lit Parnassus, once inhabited an in the Asylum’s medical records where his obscurity as dense as the clag in Lachrymose’s incoherent ramblings were studied by local South London urinal. alienists and visiting professors from as far magnificent case study in the swoops and pub in Putney had sgraffito work, mostly of an diversions of reputational fortune. Domenikos energetically erotic nature, in the lavatories Theotokopoulos was born in Crete, but took which some experts attributed to the youthful himself to Venice to be Titian’s bag-carrier. artist (who taught at Mrs Venery’s Academy On moving to the court of the Spanish king he For Indigent Virgins in nearby Fulham). was re-branded “El Greco” (The Greek). The fictitious Lachrymose remains my EAT YOUR HEART OUT, NAT TATE. For any student of celebrity, El Greco is a away as Luzern and Karlsruhe. Moreover, a Now he became famous, big time. But then he favourite neglected artist, although twenty-five started painting odd, distorted figures and years later he acquired a rival. This was Nat became a recluse. For more than two centuries Tate, an “American Artist” invented by the after his death he was unknown. Look at a novelist Will Boyd and posthumously neo-classical dictionary of art and there is no discovered in book form with a lot of flim-flam reference to any of his various personas. “Well-known for being under-rated” was very seriously indeed. In those days, I looked in New York, 1998. Never mind that his name But then romantic travellers in the nineteenth Michael Holroyd’s acid judgement of the like a Led Zeppelin tribute (big hair and aviator was a conflation of London’s National and Tate century discovered in his haunting distortions novelist William Gerhardie. Even more than shades) and he looked like an ambitious Galleries (f we had been in Washington DC he the exact expression of the anguished state they literature, art history provides stimulating scope Gauleiter from Wurtemburg-Hohenzollern might have been Hirsschorn Smithson, Jnr.) a were struggling to describe. The art historian for bitching about reputations big, small and circa 1930 (buzz cut and rimless specs). surprising number of people were gulled by who legitimized van Gogh, Julius Meier-Graefe, non-existent. Unless the warm glow of genius Looking back, I feel sorry for Dr Finke Boyd’s epic jape. was the same art historian who legitimized The is inflamed by the busy little demons of (wonderfully, his real name). ambition, reputations may never be built. And, One day, to avenge ourselves for his His monograph included bad photographs of rubbish pictures Boyd had painted himself. Not Greek. Soon Picasso, no less, was saying “Soy El Greco”. if built, will soon disintegrate unless fastidiously scrupulous pedantry and an exacting insistence everyone in a position to do so asked the maintained. on clarity in our apparatus criticus, a day when penetrating question quite soon enough. The then – nor is fame. The fact is: art has no Neglect is not a permanent condition, but – we had beer to drink and girls to divert, several thing about art is, the distorting mechanisms of permanent values. Taste is fickle. As university. Good because I was impassioned by of us, annoyed by the baffling conventions of celebrity blind us to the matter of quality. The Heraclitus knew, the only constant is change. I the subject, bad because I refused to read academic art history, decided to invent an artist statement “All famous artists are great” is not at will let Roland Lachrymose have the last word : reading lists or study what I was told. And I to expose the fatuity of Dr Finke’s rigid all the same thing as saying all great artists are “I fell in love with the goddess of Fame, but had argued that a Ford Cortina was at least as orthodoxy. In this way, Roland Lachrymose was famous. Academic art history does not have a knee-trembler with the whore of celebrity”. aesthetically interesting as Claude Lorraine. born one wet afternoon in nineteen seventies the analytical tools to mine the conceptual fault- I have no idea why such a perceptive and Thus I had several collisions with an austere Manchester. line in between. talented artist is so neglected. I was a good and bad student of art history at German tutor who took himself and his subject Lachrymose, we insisted, was a minor, but There are artists of real stature who have been Tracksuit off Morandi! Overlooked? My candidate is Giorgio Morandi straightforward, traditional still lifes. They are (1890- 1964). ‘What?’ you snort. ‘The man who ambiguous, well nigh abstract paintings. And painted bottles all the time? But that’s absurd. A architectural too – redolent surely of townscapes. swathe of contemporary art-fearing Middle Indeed, it might seem fanciful but I couldn’t help England love him. They can’t get enough of his thinking of Morandi when I encountered the faded-plaster-wall, memories-of-easyJet- puzzling, beguiling surfaces of Hilary Lloyd’s holiday-in-Tuscany “good taste”. And there are similarly near abstract film and video umpteen Italian writers ready to proclaim him installations (still lifes?) in the latest Turner Prize the equal of Judd, Cézanne or Zurbarán. In any exhibition. case, didn’t Morandi want to be overlooked? And then there’s the paint handling - Think of him living alone in that dingy apartment something which unfortunately doesn’t come in Bologna. More to the point, think of the work - across in reproduction. Compare Morandi with its restraint, its reticence, its air of nerdy famed painters’ painters of our times such as obsession.’ Robert Ryman, Raoul de Keyser or Luc Yes, yes, but he’s never included in the Tuymans. Do any of them actually have a greater standard story of twentieth century art. He gets feeling for paint - for the exact weight, size, mentioned, but always only in passing, always as texture and opacity that each sweep, slap, a footnote. To which of course you retort, ‘No spatter, smudge and wriggle should have? I’m wonder. Put him alongside the likes of Picasso, not sure they do. Duchamp, Pollock or even de Chirico, and his So, I’m saying time to take notice of Morandi. little paintings of mundane, domestic objects on Why? Because at his best (which admittedly is a table (well, a barren plane) pushed up against only in a handful of works from the 1950s and a wall just don’t measure up.’ 60s) he is one of the most quietly compelling of Well, all right he’s not in the Picasso-Duchamp- artists. ‘Quietly compelling’? Aaaaargh! I know, I Pollock league but he’s not bad, is he? Look at know. That’s numbing exhibition-catalogue- how he arranges objects - stacks them up, speak. I’ll say it in football-round-up –speak. places one in front of the other, squeezes them Morandi deserves to be looked at again because together in a little clump in the centre of the at his best he’s too good to be left on the bench. picture. Look at how he treats light –sometimes He is potential first team material. He needs to there are shadows, sometimes there aren’t. And get his tracksuit off. He needs to be out there on look at the wonderful, infinitely subtle the pitch from the kick-off - -out there reminding modulations of colour and tone. These are not us all what a star he is...erm, was. FRA FILIPA LIPPY LORENZO BLOTTO A good place for finding works by painters and 20th century carry-on from old Punch jokes to illustrators gone but not wholly forgotten is wallpapery abstractions. The heart lies in Abbot & Holder in Museum Street, just round topography, so much so that the Lake District in the corner from the British Museum, an sunshine and shower is on constant view. institution as scholar-friendly as the BM’s Prints Sadly the monthly lists of works in stock, always & Drawings Department and more hands on, for an entertaining read, have been replaced with an one can riffle at will through stacks and folders online version. Fully illustrated, which helps, but without having to wear cotton gloves. As for the there was an enduring appeal to the familiar scholarship, so confident are they of their screeds of grey print, time after time, fresh from expertise, A&H offer money back and a box of the Gestetner. Black Magic to any purchaser misled by any of their attributions. They publish too. Their lists are Much of what’s on offer comes presumably from roll calls of the defunct and the bin-ended, the bulk buys at studio sales, for most artists leave deservedly overlooked mixed in with the sadly heaps of drawings, and this is where A&H move and surprisingly so. in and perform their invaluable funerary and restorative service. Here in their agreeable last They used to be in Barnes, in a big house with a chance saloon reputations get a nod and a wink short front drive and on some Saturday and the possibility of renewed appreciation afternoons the possibility of a tot of sherry and arises. mince pie in the drawing room. Back then you A MASTERPIECE OF PERIOD ANXIETY By William Feaver. could get for a fiver a Bewick tail-piece or a John Some examples: Late on in the Barnes period I Leech thumbnail sketch featuring pompous early came upon a small drawing of a stroppy looking Victorian gents or, even better, a classic woman’s naked upper half pieced together by a collapse-of–stout-party cartoon by Charles pupil after William Roberts, having drawn it, had Keene, one of Degas’ favourite artists. Today the torn it up. He must have been demonstrating prices are mostly in the low hundreds and run purity of line. Roberts keeps on getting into modest thousands but the three floors of the overlooked. He was one of the founding fathers Museum Street shop are as crammed as the of Modern British, as the salerooms label it; a Barnes house ever was and still the elevated sort of Stanley Spencer without the garrulity. bran tub ambience prevails. Then, not long after the move to Museum Street, The ascent from street level takes the potential I took a fancy to a sea picture laughably ascribed collector on a steady climb through the at one time to John Martin. (Not that A&H Picturesque, featuring 18th century excursion claimed it to be by him: their trusty box of Black studies from ladies’ albums, to the heights of mid Magic moulders still, presumably, in the office safe.) But it was a dashing shipwreck , well worth Even more unfair, I say. This was ‘Algy’ Newton saving. Done, I imagine, around the time (as he was known in art circles around Dedham) Steerforth met his end off Yarmouth beach. on top form, overstepping his usual line in Canaletto-indebted townscapes and My happiest A&H find, the one that ticks the thunderclouded treescapes by introducing grim most boxes, is a painting in a plain dark stepped intimations. This at a time when calls for sanity wooden frame. It’s most peculiar, a dramatically could go either way, Munich-wards or Biggles- overcast landscape in grey-green and RAF blue wards. Newton, a veteran of the trenches, did with featuring a withered tree pointing skywards neither. Intentionally or otherwise his painting where four ghostly riders look down at collates a phenomenal number of period catastrophe below: fires raging behind a distant anxieties, mostly well founded. It’s more hill, a plane diving in flames and, under the tree Magritte than Canaletto, more Technicolor a downed prototype Spitfire with an airman nightmare from Alexander Korda’s Denham draped across one wing, dead but not disfigured. studios than ‘All Quiet on the Western Front’, and it covers a spectrum of associations, from Rex This I recognized as a missing masterpiece, Warner’s Airmen and Auden’s Strangers to ‘Sentinels of Peace’, a painting described by Powell & Pressburger’s Pearly Gates sequences, Nicholas Usherwood in the catalogue for his with David Niven starring, in ‘A Matter of Life or 1980 ‘Algernon Newton RA (1880-1968)’ Death’. The trees are Hitchcockian, the distant retrospective as ‘curious and symbolic... present buildings ablaze could well be Manderley. What whereabouts unknown’. Reviewing the exhibition a picture. in The Observer I had described this ‘intriguing gap in the oeuvre’, sight unseen, as ‘a wartime For Algy Newton, he of the silver-topped cane, excursion into Jehovah’s Witnessish cloudburst disappointments came apace. ‘Sentinels of symbolism.’ Peace’ was within months outdated. The artist’s name faded or, rather, it passed to his son Robert Unfair, and how was I to know? ‘Bobbie’ Newton, the spectacular painter drunk Elle Greco in ‘Odd Man Out’, the Long John Silver whose When first shown, at the Royal Academy ‘AAAgh Jim Lad’ was the only memorable Summer Exhibition of 1939 the Glasgow Herald utterance in the Disney ‘Treasure Island’. was mildly scathing about the Newtonian scale of portent: ‘This attempt to run an emotional Many of the best Overlooked Artists are the ones electric current through his Canaletto-like we can’t even put a name to. machinery strikes one as a piece of none too sincere sentiment.’ Digby Warde-Aldam lunches at Hitler’s Eagles’ Nest Another Blank on the Wall “To forgive is wisdom, to forget is genius” Recently, to break the wearisome drive south, we made a detour via Wakefield to visit the new Hepworth gallery. Perched picturesquely by a weir on the river Calder the building blends in well with its low grade industrial surroundings. So well, in fact, that with its purple concrete finish and razor sharp edges it looks like an upmarket warehouse - which, in a sense, is exactly what it is. A showcase principally for the work of its namesake (and local lass) Dame Barbara, the Hepworth also has a decent clutch of works by some other well (and not so well) known mid20th century British artists. As I wandered through it I began to entertain the faint hope of being rewarded with the sight of a painting by the ‘forgotten genius’ Gerald Wilde. But alas, no. Once more Gerald had not so much left the building as simply not been invited in the first place. Obsession is too strong a word for it, but I have long been fascinated by this overlooked maverick of British painting, championed by some big names like John Berger, David Sylvester and William Feaver, yet consistently ignored by the art establishment. I put my fascination down to two things. One is archetypal - the shameful yet irresistible allure of the gifted but wayward artist undermined by his self-destructive tendencies. The other is personal – an enduring memory from a brief encounter with him many years ago. My encounter happened so. After leaving university I had no settled plan other than to stave off having to make a serious decision about my future for as long as possible. For a while I returned home, but soon got itchy feet. So, after answering an ad in Time Out for a garden helper, I headed off to Gloucestershire to work for an organisation called Beshara which occupied a dilapidated Elizabethan mansion called Sherborne House. I turned up with little idea of what to expect. I knew next to nothing about the Beshara people (bliss was it in that pre-Google dawn to be alive and uninformed!) except that they were Sufis who lived a quasi-monastic life that was organised around physical work, study, meditation, and zikr (a form of devotional prayer that involves chanting and rhythmic movement). I spent my time hoeing rows of carrots, digging potatoes, and carting muck around. Off duty I hung out with the other inhabitants and joined in with whatever else was going on. Most evenings were spent in discussion around the kitchen table, and visitors would often drop by. One such was (Sir) Peter Brown, the father Arthur Brown (yes, the God of Hellfire himself!), who entranced me with stories of how he used his psychic powers to locate sunken navy ships. Sir Peter clearly appreciated my listening skills as he offered to tell me much more if I cared to join him later, alone, in his room. Politely, I declined. Into the kitchen one evening stumbled a raving, wall-eyed madman in an ill fitting black suit that flapped around him like the rags on a deranged dervish. I was startled, though no-one else seemed bothered. It turned out this was one of the occasional noisy visits from the eccentric artist Gerald Wilde who lived and worked in “The Stables”, a rather grand name for what was really a potting shed in the vegetable garden. By day he was largely invisible, only occasionally poking his head out of the door like a timorous and rather pallid gnome. But by night, if he had managed to get his hands on some drink, he would stagger up to the big house, rant inarticulately, and sooner or later fall over. By other accounts of his life, real and fictional, this was entirely in character, though of course not at all the whole truth of him. Gerald had arrived at Sherborne in 1971 under the wing of John (J.G.) Bennett, who came to set up a spiritual academy to promote the esoteric teachings of G.I. Gurdjieff. After Bennett died in 1974 Gerald lived out his remaining years there until his own death in 1986. His life at Sherborne was settled (though impoverished) but it had not always been so. He had led a turbulent, bohemian existence in the 1940s in the pubs of Soho in the company of a hard-drinking crowd of artists and writers including the likes of Francis Bacon, Tambimuttu (the editor of Poetry London), and Julian McLaren-Ross (model for the dissolute novelist X. Trapnel in Dance to the Music of Time). It was said of McLaren-Ross that he was ‘a mediocre caretaker of his own talent’ and the same might also be said of Gerald. A combination of instability, bad luck, and bad management all contributed to his inability to get on in any conventional sense. A lot of his work was destroyed during the Blitz. He sold paintings for a few drinks or simply gave them away in order, he claimed, to feel liberated. There was a spell in a mental hospital followed by a long period when he didn’t paint much, or at all. Unlike his better known contemporaries (Bacon, Piper, Sutherland) it seems he lacked any artistic ambition other than to follow his own erratic and unlucky star. Add to that his isolation and a persecution complex (he believed Bacon had ripped off his colours in the early days), Gerald was never going to make it big on the art scene. ‘I am not very good at collecting together thoughts, just dreams’ he once said. This well encapsulates the difficulty of trying to describe his work to someone who has never seen it. His earlier paintings are sombre and representational. I rather like a gloomy interior called ‘The Brown Bedroom’ that perfectly captures a particular sense of melancholy solitude. A garish and smeary gouache of 3 prostitutes from the mid-1930s is suggestive of George Grosz, or even Jack B. Yeats. By the mid- 1940s his style is more abstract and expressive, ‘like close-ups of a fire seen through a grate’ according to John Berger. The colours are bold and garish (Gerald preferred to paint by electric light), the execution exaggerated, the subject matter obscure yet intensely felt – ‘an art’ said David Sylvester ‘which has the exhilaration of a disaster just averted’. Yet there is often an innocent, impish humour there too in his twisty rope dancers, lumpy spacemen, and many legged clowns. ‘My life may be miserable’ Gerald once said ‘but I’m not’. Helpless and disorganised as he often was, he was also capable of working with great concentration for long periods. He worked to commission and, in company of some other major talents (Sutherland, Nash, Topolski), produced some delicately executed designs for Z. Ascher, the textile manufacturer, one of which was worn by a young Princess Elizabeth on the Royal Tour in 1947. As I found recently it’s hard to come by examples of Gerald’s work. There just isn’t much around. The Tate has 3 of his paintings; most of the rest are with the October Gallery, long the guardian of his flickering flame. Given such scarcity it’s tempting, though wrong, to mythologise this wayward contender who lucked out to his more successful contemporaries rather than acknowledge him as the creator of a unique, visionary, and courageous body of work. Because for all that he suffered and lost, he survived a lot longer than many others of his ilk. ‘I won out! I won out’ he once claimed triumphantly ‘They said alcohol would kill me but I defeated alcohol.’ Maybe, in the end, that was true. So here’s to Gerald Wilde, unjustly overlooked, who once startled me in a kitchen full of Sufis a long time ago. William Morrison-Bell May 2012 SIMONE 'PINGO-PONGO' MARTINI fond renewed interest after his death n 1948, xxxx growing interest in Primitive Art. In November 1954 father xxxx sr was a professional basketball made collages out of trash. For the first time he xxxx has his first solo show at the Seven Stairs and chalk in place of brushes, subverting the player who later worked as a golf and swimming saw the work of Alberto Giacometti and in 1948, Gallery in Chicago, supported by Robert distinction between painting and drawing. In instructor. During his early baseball career xxxx’s he enthusiastically cut a picture of Jean Dubuffet’s Motherwell with a text for the exhibition brochure. August he was discharged from military service 1952 1928 xxxx was born on April 25th 1928. His father was nicknamed xxxx after the legendary ‘Smoky Black (lili)’out of a magazine. pitcher xxxx and this moniker was passed over to 1949 his son. Xxxx took the Winter course at xxxx and moved into a small apartment in Lower college and in May travelled with xxxx through Manhattan. He made new paintings, of which returned to Virginia and enrolled in Lee the South of The United States and to Cuba. only one survives. The canvases recall Jackson university, which offered a course in art for the During the Summer he visited Black Mountain Pollock with their thick weave of strokes. Some was a copy from Pablo Picasso, based on the first time that year. College were he met John Cage, Franz kline and sculpture was also made that year, including portrait of Marie-Therese Walter reproduced on 1950 Jack Tworkov who were teaching there that wrapping found materials with wire and string, the jacket of Jean Cassou’s Picasso monograph, to study at The Arts Students League under Will Semester. With the help of a travel grant from the still showing clear African influences. which xxxx had been given for his 12th birthday. Barnet, Morris Kantor and later Vaclav Vytlacil. Virginia Museum of Fine Art, xxxx undertook an 1955 1942 1940 The first picture he remembers painting At the insistence of his parents xxxx Xxxx began increasingly to use pencil In September xxxx moved to New York In January, xxx‘s first solo show opened More than by his classes, he was impressed by extended journey with xxxx to Europe and North in New York at The Stable Gallery. For a short participated in classes and lectures given by the metropolis where the entire range of Africa. They also visited Rome, Florence, Siena, period he took on a teaching post in Buena Vista. Spanish artist Pierre Duaura, who had previously contemporary art was present. He saw the Achile Assisi and Venice, continuing their journey to He planned a second visit to Paris, Egypt and been active in Paris with artists including Kurt Gorky retrospective at the Whitney Museum of Morocco. Greece but his visa was turned down. He Schwitters in the group Cercle et Care, and who American Art and constantly visited exhibition 1953 was now teaching 20th European painting. openings of prominent artists including Jackson to Rome. In a joint show in Florence in May, xxxx Island where he met Jackson Pollock, shortly 1944 Pollock, Robert Motherwell, Willem de Kooning showed tapestries made of bright African fabrics, before his death in a car accident. him a copy of Sheldon Cheney’s ‘A Primer of and Franz Kline. He was introduced to artists and before returning to New York with a wealth of 1957 Modern Art (1927) which he devoured. In this asked to visit their studios. In the second semester impressions. Xxxx now often worked in xxxx’s Betty di Robilant in Grottaferrata South of Rome. book Cheney emphasises the primacy of he met fellow artist xxxx, who xxxx claims was the studio a well as help is renovate the basement of It was here that he began reading Stephane expressionism over geometric abstraction in the first artist his own age who shared interests and the newly founded Stable Gallery where they had Mallarme, whose symbolic white was to become development of modern art movements artistic views., and who was to remain a friend for a joint show in September. Xxxx’s pictures an important reference point in his own work. 1947 Over the next four years he For his 17th birthday, his mother gave The two artists travelled via Spain back occasionally visited Conrad Marca-Relli on Long In February, xxxx visited his old friend decades. Xxxx was included in a group show at showed phallic shapes and bunches of hairy tufts Attracted by the bright sun, he decided to extend xxxx happened upon a Summer colony of artists the League and even received an offer for a solo which can be traced back to drawings made at his stay, renting a house on the island of Procida and painted several pictures which he described show, which he turned down. the ethnographic museum in Rome and which for July and August. Here he met Tatiana as ‘abstract seascapes’. 1951 were named after North African villages. For the Franchetti who worked as a portrait painter and 1948 While visiting his aunt in Ogunquit, On xxxx recommendation, xxxx registered for the Summer course at xxxx college, first time he drew into wet paint, creating a who was to become his wife, and her brother studies at the school of the Museum of Fine Arts where he visited painting classes by Ben Shahn strongly lined surface. Late in the fall, xxxx was Giorgio Francetti, who was among the first in xxxx where the focus in the late 1940’s was on and Robert Motherwell and experimented with a called up for military service and trained in promoters of American Art in Europe and was to German Expressionism. Oscar Kokoschka and pinhole camera during photography courses cryptography at camp Gordon near Augusta. introduce xxxx to art world circles in Rome. … Max Beckmann visited the Museum school given by Hazel-Freida Larsen. In the late Summer, At weekends in his hotel room he would draw at during xxxx’s time there and he showed an his increasingly static and symmetrical black- night under bright lights to disrupt the academic interest in the work of Lovis Corinth and Chaim and-white pictures reflected the paintings of Franz training of his hand and develop his own mode of Soutine. Inspired by Kurt Schwitters, whose work Kline, and his fissured surfaces reflected a expression. In the fall of 1947 xxxx begins his GREVILLE WORTHINGTON A puff for Puffin The illustrator Kaye Webb was the second editor of Puffin Books. She succeeded Eleanor Graham, who built the imprint over the 40s and 50s and set has done anything similar.’ Many of these artists (including Searle who, as a POW, was a slave labourer on the Burma high standards of commission, Railway**) were touched by the illustration and design. Webb’s World Wars. Their work seems to tenure lasted from 1961 to 1979 belong in one of two categories. and marked a huge expansion of Either the company’s imaginative a sense of, ‘we have survived – scope and catalogue. What we let’s celebrate!’ or an intimation of might call the heyday of Puffin something altogether darker. helped shape the reading of Charles Keeping’s contorted countless baby-boomers; visualisation of Grendel in sometimes even their children. Dragonslayer (by Rosemary For many of us, however, the Sutcliff), for example, shows how illustrators she commissioned or vividly conflict and drama can be revived were an introduction to expressed in pen and ink. visual art that was free from Hugh Lofting, author and prescription, full of drama and always illustrator of Dr Dolittle***, used his fictional pleasurable. They are my choice of unsung or character as a mechanism to blank out the overlooked artists. horrors of trench warfare. The illustrated letters Arguably the best-loved cartoonist in Britain, the that he sent to his two sons during the First World late Ronald Searle, was married to Webb*. In his War describe a fantasy world and are the recent obituary of the artist, Quentin Blake foundation of his immensely popular stories. They observed: ‘… as far back as 1973, there was a full- were later made into a book, described by the scale exhibition of his work in the Bibliotheque poet Hugh Walpole as a ‘work of genius’. Nationale in France: no major institution in Britain * Illustrator of St Trinians and Molesworth. Published by Penguin, but selected by Webb as a Henry Williamson, working as an odd-job man in husband, so perhaps an honorary Puffin Artist. Exmoor, wrote the book while trying to raise a **See also Searle’s drawings of life in a Japanese family in rural poverty. ‘Tarka’ was an overnight POW camp. ***First published by Jonathan Cape success when it first appeared in 1927 and in 1922 and by Puffin in 1967. Webb’s incisive judgement struck again for its JRR Tolkien discovered Pauline Baynes, 1971 debut in paperback. Tunnicliffe’s wood- illustrator of CS Lewis’ Narnia books as well as engraved chapter headings capture the mood his own. Dissatisfied by another illustrator’s of the book and are now forever associated efforts, he was looking around his publisher’s with the title. desk and spied some intricately-drawn medieval Twin sisters Janet and Anne Grahame- decorative borders which Baynes had sent in as Johnstone illustrated another landmark of samples. At the ‘Apocalypse’ exhibition at the children’s literature: Dodie Smith’s ‘101 British Museum in 1999, I remember noticing that Dalmations’. Working together in the studio, they her designs were similar to very early biblical passed their drawings back and forth until they work, particularly in the way she depicted were satisfied with the results. They went on to monsters. Employed as a map-maker by the work in early British television, bringing their Ministry of Defence in the Second World War, talent to the likes of Andy Pandy and Bill and Ben, Baynes was the perfect cartographer of the further imprinting their visual creations on tender fantasy lands of Narnia and Middle Earth. young minds. Tolkien’s esteem for her work caused him to There are many more Puffin illustrators who remark, in double-edged but one assumes good- remain unsung in this short article and I apologise humoured fashion, that she had “reduced my text unreservedly for omitting them (All the Editor’s to a commentary on her drawings”. fault. Yah! Booh! Hiss!) However, if you are Edward Ardizzone, probably the best-known interested, you might like to seek out the following Artist for the imprint, lectured at The Slade School Puffin Books: abetted, bejewelled and enchanted of Art and was a regular exhibitor in London by the finest illustrators of their time: galleries. His illustrations for Clive King’s ‘Stig of the Dump’ and Noel Langley’s ‘Land of Green Ginger’ are classic indications of Kaye Webb’s empathy for the relationship between the drawn Walter Hodges: The Eagle of The Ninth, by Rosemary Sutcliff. Pat Marriot: The Wolves of Willoughby Chase, by Joan Aiken. image and the written word. Both are triumphs. Anthony Maitland: The Leon Garfield novels. Born in Haipong in 1900, Ardizzone became an Diana Stanley: The Borrowers, by Mary Norton. official War Artist in 1940 and was famously Tove Jansson: The Moomins. arrested as a spy by the Home Guard for Tom Wolfe once remarked in ‘The Painted sketching during the Blitz. Webb’s choice of C.F. Tunnicliffe as illustrator of Word’, his sketch of the Manhattan Art Scene, that ‘…the public is not invited’. Kaye Webb the Puffin edition of ‘Tarka The Otter’ sees her role invited us all, Puffin Books are our books. as artistic matchmaker at a most inspired level. Chris Bell MICHELLE ANGELO ALDO 'QUATTRO FORMAGGIO' BELLINI A LOST EXOTIC – THE MYSTERY OF HENRY KEEN If we think that authors and composers are incense bowl are subtly conveyed, and a peacock sometimes neglected, when their work deserves feather’s black eye and faint tendrils are dimly better, then they are positively feted compared delineated . He lived mostly in London: and died with some artists, and especially book illustrators. of consumption, it is often said in Switzerland, and The Imaginative Book Illustration Society (IBIS) that seems (to judge from the usual sources) to be was founded a few years ago try to redress this a all we know of him. little, but will admit the work has barely begun. In the hope of finding out a little more, I sent off There have been a few useful studies in the field, for a copy of Henry Keen’s will. It is very brief, such as Fantastic Illustration & Design in Britain, leaving six books of his choice to his brother, of 1850-1930 by Diana L. Johnson (1979), a 300 High Holborn, and the rest to Victoria May cornucopia of rare work and forgotten artists. But Barnes, who shared Keen’s then address, quite a few of the biographical notices even in this “Westwood”, Walberswick, Suffolk. The will was remark “very little known is about the artist’s life” dated 25 June 1935: and he died the next day. The or some such variation, demonstrating how soon witnesses were R G Barnes of Southampton, and even the barest detail of an illustrator’s existence R E E Hadlow, a Merchant Marine Officer, of, are lost. Warley Lodge Farm, Nr Brentwood, Essex. The Amongst those of whom this is said is Henry estate was valued at £208-13-9. When his brother Weston Keen (1899-1935), who illustrated a highly registered the will, one month later, on 26 July desirable edition of Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian 1935, he gave the farm address (in “Little Gray, as well as an equally admired book of Warley”) too: the witnesses were probably his Jacobean tragedy, Webster’s The Duchess of friends. Malfi &The White Devil: and a few other books, So it will be seen that Keen did not die in mostly for the former Eighteen Nineties publisher, Switzerland, as some sources say, but in Suffolk: John Lane. Walberswick was then a well-known artists’ The British Museum has a lithograph by him retreat. Still, this does not tell us very much more, (left), ‘Ming & Incense’, in which the serenity of and as the summation of the estate of a promising the idol and the slow tendril of smoke from the and admired artist it has a certain poignancy. What lay behind that bequest of six books illustrators did, and he was designing books for (evidently meant as a memento mori): why six?; Beardsley’s main publisher. We do not know if he and which six did his brother choose? What other chose the titles he illustrated, or they were books were there and what became of them? commissioned by the publisher, but they were Who was Victoria May Barnes: lover, companion, clearly intended to let him indulge an interest in nurse, friend? And what comprised that £208 the fantastic and weird, especially in depicting estate (worth about £11,000 today)? Did it include wilting dandies, femmes fatales, votaries of the a Chinese statuette (though not Ming) or a voluptuous and jaded gods. Certainly his work delicate incense bowl or were these copied from a was much admired by connoisseurs, including the museum or conjured from the imagination? What austere T.E. Lawrence, who provided an became of his unpublished drawings? introduction to one of the books. And yet for all The British Museum Quarterly Volume 10, the decorative and decadent glamour of his Number 3, March 1936 (p. 144) records that a gift designs, there was also often a delicate of: “Thirteen lithographs, two lino-cuts, and one glimmering, which hinted at secret depths. He etching” and these were “Presented by Miss V.M seemed to have an especial skill in evoking Barnes through Mr Arnold Keen”. The British shades of grey, with ethereal, veil-like effects. Museum on-line database quotes a Miss M V And those shades and veils, alas, have gathered [sic] Barnes “(British; Female; 1935; active)” as over him too, for over seventy years. “the beneficiary of the estate of Henry Weston Keen, and donor of a large group of his work to Bibliography the Museum in 1935 through the executor Arnold The Twilight of the Gods by Richard Garnett (John Grey Keen”. If the artist’s work was donated, Lane, 1924). Introduction by T.E. Lawrence. 28 rather than sold, that perhaps suggest Miss illustrations: and ornaments in the text. Barnes was not in financial need. Or perhaps she and the artist’s brother were keen to perpetuate The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde (John his memory, and selected the best of his work to Lane, 1925).12 full page illustrations: and offer to the Museum. ornaments in text. Certainly this did not represent all of his surviving work. A set of lithographs listed as Zadig & Other Romances by Voltaire (John Lane, “Adam, Serpent and Apple; Reclining Nude with 1926). 11 illustrations: and numerous sketches and Peacock; Peacock and Man’s Head: Female Nude ornaments with Skulls; and Lady by a Fountain”, some signed in pencil and one dated ‘22’, were sold at The Duchess of Malfi & The White Devil by John Christie’s in 1995. But there have not been many Webster (John Lane, 1930). 11 illustrations: and other publicly recorded sales since. tail-pieces. Henry Keen’s work was subtly exotic. He did not escape the influence of Beardsley in his images and his interests, but then few early 20th century Mark Valentine The Painted Shed square meal. Tom didn’t compromise: he painted made for a difficult situation: if I protested I didn’t sheds and their environments. That was it. want his paintings (which was true), he’d be even The paintings normally included a green keeper angrier. The only way I could get them back into or two, standing a little stiffly, dressed in fusty Mark’s hands was to lose them in another game. garb and holding aged tools. I thought they were Mark however, in righteous fear of losing even probably very good. Mark, a man of some taste, more heavily, was reluctant to play. With Tom’s certainly did, but I hated them. They were large: words burning in his ears, he was ashamed to typically six foot by four and mostly shed. One follow such a trivial pursuit. Things were tense. turned up every six months or so, Mark would Every time I passed through the hall, an buy and duly hang it in the large flat we shared in unavoidable and frequent occurrence, the sheds Beckenham. There were four of Tom’s paintings glowered at me accusingly. on the landing. I haunted suitable-looking galleries and searched We spent our time watching Bergman and for collectors who might take to the paintings. I Bunuel, pretending to read ‘Being and wrote to unknown Americans, enclosing Nothingness’, discussing the nature of reality, and photographs and trying in vain to talk up the gambling. We perfected the art of Vingt-et-Un. virtues of the sheds. No one was interested. I last saw Mark in ’67. We went mountain Frequently penniless, we became adept at Everything seemed to confirm my belief that they climbing just before I went away. He was a man of transferring value onto any immediately handy were worthless. many talents: photographer, writer and musician. object. ‘Let’s call this dog-end sixpence’ and so Mark and I went on our trip to the Lakes. We He scandalised local folk clubs with his rendition on. It soon caught on. I once hoarded a box of climbed Scafell, marvelled at the dark depths of of the First World War ditty ‘Where Are The Boys matches for weeks waiting for them to turn, Wast Water and imagined we were poets, which magically, into the shillings I had won. was true in Mark’s case. We risked exposure with girls to dress up and take part in outlandish One evening Mark, on a losing streak, negotiated unsuitable clothes, drank in Lakeland pubs and scenarios he recorded on film. He wrote a thesis Tom’s paintings into the pot. We finally settled on revelled in our youth. Then Her Majesty on Kalahari Bushmen centred around the five pounds, and then betted on shares of a intervened. We lost contact and I found concerns haunting line; ‘There is a dream dreaming us’. painting. Idler than Mark, I had more time to other than art ownership to preoccupy me. Mark supported many hopeless causes, myself devote to cards and beat him consistently. This I lied at the beginning. I did see Mark once more; among them, but his major charitable concern particular evening, I enjoyed spectacular success briefly, in a North London flat in the mid-nineties. was Tom. and ended up owning the four paintings in the None of it meant much by then, we’d spent too Tom was a painter and Mark his only collector. hall. I’m not sure who was more dismayed, Mark much of our lives apart. What struck me though Tom painted green keepers’ huts: the simple kind at losing them, or me for landing so hated a was the painting on his wall. It was magnificent. I you find on bowling greens, nothing grand or trophy. We took it all quite seriously though, couldn’t stop looking at it. A profoundly human crickety. I’m pretty sure he lived in one. He made otherwise the game would have lost its salt. vision with all pretence carved away, plainly an a small living as an apprentice green keeper. A Not, I fear, as seriously as Tom, who regarded investigation into the nature of perception by a taciturn man, the only subjects which brought him gambling as a pernicious vice. When he master. Its powerful calm pervaded the large to life were painting and the minutiae of grass discovered his paintings had changed owner, he room. A humble shed with two green keepers maintenance. He must have lived cheaply since went ape-shit. I was astonished to hear such a and their simple tools. Mark had little money then and the price of each naturally quiet man rave at me. I might have well Healey Cleugh, 2012. painting can’t have been much more than a as stolen his girlfriend, not that he had one. It By John McEvoy of the Village Tonight?’ He persuaded PAINTERLY SHADOWS Jeremy Deller’s work. Unintelligible cartoons in 2080? Beware the elbow of history, warns Hugh Buchanan. A minister once asked a young artist why he fetched huge sums. When he died at his Roman Titian and Rembrandt, and so it went on up to the subterranean level and a recent Munnings never went to church. “Oh I don’t believe in God” Palazzo in 1793 the list of his effects ran to 100 pre Raphaelites whose sophisticated whimsy was auction price of £5 million puts the work of many said the artist. “Well” said the minister pages and included no less than 60 old masters. elbowed out by the scumbled abbreviations of the of his adversaries in the shade. “All that is required is a little faith” But he was totally eclipsed by Girtin and Turner, Bloomsbury Group. “I need more than that” said the artist “I require those painters of feeling, who replaced his formal evidence” By1946 this natural ebb and flow had produced And what of the contemporary art scene ? The late Gerald Laing compared it to the the film Toy approach with Romanticism. Now he does not a very eclectic mix indeed. On one hand there Story where the big hand (Charles Saatchi) picks ”But you have faith in your own talent don’t you?“ even merit an entry in the dictionary of artists. Or were the modernists, Henry Moore, Barbara figures at random and propels them to the “Of course” said the artist. what of Julien Bastien Lepage? Hepworth and Ben Nicholson and on the other, limelight. Young artists sit eagerly at their degree the drawing-room artists , Sir Alfred Munnings, shows, like the toys, waiting for that giant hand to 19th century Paris he painted Sarah Bernhardt’s Sir William Russell Flint and Edward Seago, pick them up. Their work may be good because it portrait but is now reduced to a footnote in the Surely a war had not been fought to enable Sir is good or good because it is bad. It doesn’t really assume that like so many of the students who history books as an influence on the Newlyn Alfred Munnings to go on painting pictures of matter and nobody can tell any more. It appears have emerged from the art colleges over the past school and the Glasgow Boys. Pity also poor huntsmen? Critical theory dictated otherwise. to be pure chance. You can understand why those decades he is now a forgotten artist. Franz Lembach, the artist who painted Wagner The establishment began to panic and so in 1946 who have been initially overlooked feel sure that and who left his house to the city of Munich as a with the introduction of the Arts Council the state their turn will come later. consolation that history might shuffle the pack memorial to his treacly brown portrait oeuvre. began to take a hand differently and that those who are currently How would he feel now to know that the house is overlooked will be recognised later on. With rare best known as a shrine to a group of artists who moment was the Royal Academy dinner in 1949 The Royal Academy Professor of Drawing. A exceptions such as John Sell Cotman and Samuel he would surely have detested – the Blaue Reiter. when a drunken Alfred Munnings invited professor of drawing who can’t draw. Perfect. “And yet” replied the minister “ I see little evidence to support that”. I don’t know what became of him, but let us And yet he was probably buoyed up by the Palmer, history has not supported that thesis. One of the richest and most celebrated artists in We can only accommodate a certain number of The battle lines were clearly drawn. The defining We live in an age of irony and paradox perfectly manifested by the appointment of Tracey Emin as everyone to join him and Sir Winston Churchill in Those of us who deliver a straightforward Most currently admired artists were successful in artists at any moment and as the Damiens and kicking Picasso up the arse. It may not have message can be fairly confident that irony and their lifetimes. Van Gogh was on the brink of Garys demand entry to the pantheon so the seemed it at the time but this was a great victory paradox will not travel well through history. major commercial success when he shot himself. Jacobs and Juliens will inevitably be squeezed out. for Herbert Read and the other modernists . They Journalists are warned by editors never to use it. It Nevertheless the penniless Cotman and Palmer Until 1946, collectors’ tastes oscillated in a fairly were able to cast Munnings as a fool and from just doesn’t work out of context. Any work of art must have looked enviously at the reputation of predictable way. In the 1820s paintings by Guido that moment the art world was polarised. Sir that requires explanation is at an historical Jacob More. Admired by Goethe and a protégé of Reni – the Divine Guido - were most eagerly Alfred and his ilk were cast into the shadows. But disadvantage. I suspect that the work of David Joshua Reynolds, More was one of the most sought for the emerging National Galleries. Now I think it would be wrong to describe Munnings, Shrigley or Jeremy Deller will be about as fashionable artists of the 18th Century. His he is very much an also-ran. His polished style Seago and Russell Flint as forgotten. They still meaningful to an audience in 2080 as Punch polished landscapes in the style of Claude Lorrain once again replaced by those men of feeling, enjoy immense popularity at a samizdat cartoons from 1880 are to us now. “HE WON’T FIT ANY OF THESE BOXES, DEAR…” A brief appreciation of Derek Boshier, by Paul Bayley. easy access to art world curators and works How to Make Left wing Jewellery of 1975, tastemakers. In conservative Texas, the work manage to walk the tightrope between hilarity became increasingly political, taking swipes at and seriousness with ease. the petrochemical industries, the everyday In 2003, as the US invaded Iraq. Boshier was madness of celebrity culture and injustice. horrified by the increase in pro -war rhetoric in Making political points, even in his characteristic, the US and produced a new body of work called witty and elegant manner, was not a great career 99cent war. This also took the shape of an move. A series of paintings which allude to the installation a year later at the Florence Trust in ending of the Waco siege and the burning London where a series of giant monochromatic oilfields of Kuwait from the first gulf war now look wall drawings were undertaken in a church prescient and brave. setting. it was typical that Boshier just got on and Derek, of course, wouldn’t openly make great produced an instant, trenchant response In the I have always had a special fondness for the cult swinging London. Young, good looking and claims for his own work but self-deprecating face of an often deafening silence from the so artist. They work without the glare of over- talented, he found himself in the right place at the humour is often the stock in trade of the called radical young artists of the US and the UK. exposure, often with a freedom that their peers right time. With the benefit of hindsight you wish overlooked. ‘If he doesn’t take himself seriously I think this swimming against received opinion have traded in for greater financial reward. you could go back in a time machine and whisper why should we?’ is the po-faced response from has helped his longevity and continued relevance Perhaps because of this they often out-perform in his ear to stay put, keep on toeing the line or at those bewildered by this approach. More but undermined his reception as an artist. Whilst them artistically but this freedom often masks least become like his contemporary Peter Blake damagingly, this can mutate into ‘If he doesn’t his old mate David Hockney is packing them in some form of wilfulness in their character that and keep a single, recognisable and lucrative take himself seriously maybe he doesn’t take me with his current retrospective, there is no sign of a prevents them from turning themselves into style. Instead, he upped sticks and went to India seriously?’ Juries, selectors and curators can look Boshier revival in Britain anytime soon, still less successful brands. years before the hippy trail had become a 1960s the other way when artists and work flatters. The an authoritative, curated retrospective that his version of the grand tour. Being a clever artist his contemporary art world relies on a collective career so badly needs. Like many other victims of crucially he is underrated and if you become that practice started to evolve. With a platform for his suspension of disbelief so often that those who class prejudice, Derek’s work plays better in you tend to gravitate towards being ignored when views, he started to use his art to make pointed prick this pomposity are often shunned. It is no Europe or the U.S. than in his native land, the gongs are handed out and the art histories are political satire. Looking like Michael Caine surprise that his work has been valued more by although he continues to show regularly. I was a written. He came to prominence as a student of impersonating Samuel Beckett and spending cultural outsiders, like musicians. David Bowie is teenager when I first unwittingly saw Boshier’s the Royal College of Art in the early 1960s as part some of his spare time dancing on the set of his biggest collector and Derek collaborated on work on Bowie’s Lodger album and it was years of the British Pop Art movement, along with his Ready Steady Go meant he was surrounded by Bowie’s Lodger album cover, itself Bowie’s most before I actually got to meet and work with him. A great friend David Hockney. The Young opportunity and distraction. underrated record. He not only taught Joe prolific correspondent, his airmail Strummer at art school but subsequently correspondence are works of art in themselves Derek Boshier is not really overlooked but Contemporaries show of 1961 caused a sensation A quick way to become an underrated artist is and his painting England’s Glory, 1961, is now the refusal to allow yourself to be pigeonholed. designed and illustrated the Clash songbook. and point to another overlooked strand in his regarded as classic English pop. He was also part Experimenting with film, photography, collage One of his earliest paintings titled Rethink/Re- practice: Mail Art. His very funny anecdotes are of that other revolution of British social history of and print throughout the sixties and early 70s, entry was mangled by that great student of pop legendary and have a Zelig-like quality: whether the time: the upward mobility of working-class Boshier pushed his boundaries. By aligning art Bryan Ferry for the very first track on the very selling his car to John Lennon or sharing talent through the medium of pop culture. Ken himself with the fabulous but chaotic gallerist first Roxy Music album as Remake/remodel. awkward moments with Mark Rothko. Russell’s film Pop goes the Easel, 1962, shows a Robert ‘groovy bob’ Fraser was not good for the However, glamour by association does such a Sometimes, those artists who manage to combine group of four RCA graduates, including Derek sober business of building a reputation with great artist a disservice. The diversity of Boshier’s five decades of interesting work and a fascinating and the beautiful, tragic and talented Pauline institutions and collectors. Moving to Houston in practice from collaged photoworks life lived can allow themselves the last laugh. Boty, larking around in monochrome pre- the 1980s wasn’t a lifestyle choice that gave him Contemporary Art Collector, 1972, to the postcard SYD-TRACKED? Was music just a blip in the painting career of Roger ‘Syd’ Barrett? Asks Iain Smith. According to popular legend, Syd Barrett was drummer Nick Mason. By autumn 1965, blues another band with lights. He saw them as a multi- purist Klose had left and a new name had been media installation on stage and, as the band settled on: ‘The Pink Floyd’ (which thankfully won developed their live act, a succession of friends out over ‘The Meggadeaths’). With Syd now and acquaintances were soon supplying slide leading the band on vocals and lead, their r’n’b shows and coloured lights. By summer 1966, the covers started getting longer and more band had acquired management and a full-time improvised and Barrett’s eccentric songwriting lights-man called Joe Gannon who was often talent started filling out the set with originals. seen as a fifth member of the band, playing his For Syd, the guitar was always more of a sonic array of theatrical style lighting effects as if he paintbrush than a musical instrument and he were a Brian Eno-type synthesizer player loved playing it at random through an early type smearing the sound with electronics. Although of delay pedal called a Binson Echorec, an San Francisco bands of this period may have had at Camberwell Art College. Fellow students electronic device that had originally started life as lightshows of their own, only the Velvet the ‘Crazy Diamond’ who invented Pink Floyd remember him as being a keen painter with a a GPO telephone answering machine. It was a Underground in NYC were doing anything then completely lost the plot and vanished into particular interest in the works of Chaim Soutine direct musical parallel to the way he loaded his similar in terms of thinking of an integrated multi- rock ‘n’ roll mythology. Well, that’s what the (1894-1943) and Nicholas De Staël (1914-55). It brush with paint and attacked the canvas back at media installation within the context of rock ’n’ roll music journalists and Floyd biographers would may well be significant that both of these artists art college in the manner of his current favourites, performance. have us believe anyway. In fact, music was always were maverick figures in the development of 20th De Kooning and Rauschenberg. In fact, art school a secondary interest to Syd Barrett and his real Century art. Soutine was unusual for being the ideas were all the rage in British pop music at the an event called ‘Music In Colour’ at the story is one of artistic exploration and resolution only noteworthy Expressionist based in Paris and time (as noted in the Creation’s ‘Painter Man’ Commonwealth Institute in Kensington. As well rather than a failed career in pop music. Before he seemed to specialise in either grotesque impasto single) and it is likely that the chart-friendly Pop- as their audio-visual blitzkrieg, audiences were even joined Pink Floyd, Barrett had been a portraits of waiters, pastry cooks and the like, or Art experiments of the Who were also a direct also treated to a performance of NOIT, a mime for committed young painter who subsequently deeply reverential paintings of trees. Barrett, with influence on Syd’s new direction. The Floyd took it paper giants. The installation was created by the applied many of his ideas about art to the band’s his taste for both the weird and the pastoral, all a stage further from records with a splash of artist John Latham who described it as ‘a three- music and stage-show; Post-Floyd, he just carried would surely have found both styles to be equally arty noise on top (such as ‘Anyway, Anyhow, dimensional representation of Pink Floyd’s state of on painting and by the time of his death in 2006 appealing. On the other hand, De Staël was a Anywhere’) and soon, Syd’s rhythm chops and mind’. They also played the first ever rock show at had produced a considerable body of work, much painter who started off working with pure abstract lead fills became secondary to extensive the ICA, which featured an informal discussion of which is only now being rediscovered and forms and yet found himself moving inexorably passages of random noise. Pink Floyd’s between the band and the audience after the gig. exhibited in London galleries. towards, but not quite getting into, the figurative. improvised psychedelic sound was on its way to It was all a long from ‘Louie Louie’. This blurring of representation and abstraction the stars. Born on the Epiphany in 1946, Roger ‘Syd’ For example, in January 1967, the band played Despite this radical fusion of music and visuals, Barrett had enjoyed a comfortable middle-class provides an obvious visual metaphor for the upbringing in Cambridge, where his talent was dislocation of meaning and musical structure in being in a rock ‘n’ roll group and, right from the business and abandoning his ambition to be a soon recognised and encouraged. Some early Barrett’s music as it developed, along with the start, Floyd had their own light show, inspired painter, but by early 1967, it was make or break. work from his Cambridge days survives and collected works of Bo Diddley of course... (oddly enough) by their landlord, the college Syd went to see Robert Medley, the head of However, Barrett was not to be satisfied with just Syd was very conflicted about being in the music reveals a scattershot mix of influences on delicate Searching for digs, Syd Barrett soon found lecturer Mike Leonard. His hobby was building painting at Camberwell and asked for a year’s watercolours, violent Expressionist oils and jokey himself sharing a house in Highgate with two homemade light machines that were soon being sabbatical. Whether he was serious about Dada-esque collages. He did his foundation guitar-playing friends from Cambridge, Roger used to project over the band while they jammed returning to his studies after a year of being a course at Cambridge Technical College before Waters and Bob Klose. All three played in a around the house. Ever the holistic artist though, rock star is debateable, but it shows that at least moving up to London in September 1964 to study student band with keyboardist Rick Wright and Barrett realised that they could be more than just the thought of only doing Pink Floyd as some kind of temporary art project had at least crossed his breakdown in the summer of 1967. By 1968, he mind. It was certainly only part of his creative was out of the band and, from all accounts, in a outpouring of lyrics music, drawing and painting pretty bad state. He attempted a comeback with during this fertile period for him. his two legendary solo albums, ‘The Madcap Pink Floyd turned professional on February 1st Laughs’ and ‘Barrett’, but his heart was not really 1967 and the rest is history. On-stage, the band in it and he showed no interest in promoting them were blowing audience’s minds with their or doing any of the tedious but nonetheless psychedelic lights, which by now had blossomed essential things required to pursue a career as a into a dazzling series of effects adopted from professional musician. By the end of the 70’s he theatrical lighting ideas and integrated with the was back home in Cambridge and living as a music by a primitive control desk. Their visual recluse, whilst his former band-mates hit the big- tool-kit included liquid oil slides, floor level time as aloof purveyors of stadium-prog. lighting to cast giant shadows behind the band Contrary to the myth though, this was not some and a dazzling barrage of filtered lights and acid-fried retreat from the music world, but a flashes. Some long-lost live photographs by return to his true love of fine art. Barrett may well Adam Ritchie were recently rediscovered and have had one sandwich short in his mental picnic exhibited at the Artisan Gallery in London and hamper, but there seemed to be nothing wrong show some of these vibrant homemade effects in with his artistic muse, as he produced canvas full-flight, looking quite unlike the anodyne after canvas in the seclusion of his suburban lighting rigs to be found at a rock concert today. semi-detached in Cambridge. Many of these still There is also a DVD, ‘Pink Floyd Live In London’ lifes, abstracts and landscapes were which features extensive footage of their photographed and then destroyed as part of some psychedelic stage performances by the strange auto-destruct idea of art that Barrett had underground film-maker Peter Whitehead. developed, but thankfully many were saved by his Meanwhile, in the studio, they were working on their legendary debut album, ‘The Piper At The family. Barrett had no interest in fame or the hassles of Gates Of Dawn’. The wild improvisation of their dealing with the outside world, so for years, his live act was represented by side-openers creativity remained unknown, but since his ‘Astronomy Domine’ and ‘Interstellar Overdrive’, untimely death in 2006, more and more of his whereas many of the other songs showcased a work has been exposed to public view and his more whimsical side of Barrett’s art, on delicate, reputation has been sealed with a series of almost child-like, songs about scarecrows, exhibitions at London galleries and exposure of gnomes and a mouse called Gerald. Their hit his work on the internet – just Google slowly and singles ‘Arnold Layne’ and ‘See Emily Play’ see! As his reputation grows, it seems that he may weren’t bad either, cramming all the weirdness of well have the last laugh, as he is acknowledged their music into a couple of three minute wonders. alongside Don Van Vliet (Captain Beefheart) as It seemed that the world would be their oyster, but alas, it was not to be, as Barrett experienced his well-documented drug-related nervous one of rock music’s true artistic talents. ANDREA DEL SARTO Hugh? Jessica Maier Hugh Bulley is a painter who chooses obscurity in He lists his places of residence from 1964 as single idea put to him. That is why I am not sure it’s fair of me to try Courage’ shows off his skills. These are just a few of many series, any one of which would grace and bring him the recognition that he deserves a well-proportioned room in a palace or public and encourage him to enter the fray at this late building, should they ever leave the artist’s stage of his career. He has always discouraged studio. others’ attempts to do so. It becomes clear that In a parallel world he would be up there the only people whose opinions he values are between Bratby and Burra. In terms of more used to hanging Hockney and Van Gogh composition, he is far more satisfactory than than an overlooked British painter who has either. He styles himself a colour theorist: trouble imagining his work hanging anywhere but Hockney has nothing on him in this respect. Burlington House! Surrounded by a small circle Technically he is a traditionalist, still stretching of fans (of which I am his greatest) he has done and priming his canvasses himself. His many preference to colluding with what he sees as a Greece, Turkey, France, England, Republic of away with disappointment and rejection and may sketchbooks bear testament to his skills as a flawed, corrupt art market full of celebrity-style Ireland, Costa Rica, USA and be happier in shade than limelight. draughtsman, and the careful consideration and artists and mediocrity. Switzerland/Germany. Perhaps this peripatetic Hugh’s main body of work of the last thirty Bulley is a man dedicated to a lifetime of painting lifestyle is a clue to why he never found someone years, (the work that I wish could be seen and collages give credibility to the final paintings in without the gratification of recognition while he is trustworthy to market his work for him: his deep- admired), comprises several collections of oil. alive. Although old now, he is still busy working in rooted convictions about the art market have paintings which serve to narrate or illustrate. His Apart from The Dramatic Paintings of Hugh Germany where he lives and stores his many prevented him from entering the arena, allowing subjects range from the works of the great Greek Bulley exhibited at the Ashmolean Museum in canvasses. I am quite sure you will never have him to build a protective world for himself, free playwrights to Horace, Shakespeare, Brecht, 1990, none of these paintings have been on the heard of him, despite the fact that his career from criticism and upheaval. Voltaire and Bernard Shaw. For the serious market or seen by the public. The Centre classicist these paintings will not disappoint, International d’Etude du XVIII siècle Ferney comfortable domestic life with his family, he was bringing the writings of Aeschylus, Ovid and Voltaire have used his collages to illustrate a 1938-1955 and afterwards worked for the forced to put his painting first like many artists Aristophanes to life with dramatic impact, while recent publication of Candide. But even these are engineers and shipbuilders, Vickers-Armstrong. before him. In the 1980s he found the right the highly-coloured imagery of his canvasses* not the paintings, which remain unseen. His He attended the Central School of Art in the early environment in which to set up a studio near has something to offer anyone who has an eye for perception is that the series would inevitably be Sixties and was exhibited at Wildenstein London Zurich and to get on with the serious, visual storytelling. split up and hung separately if they came up for in the Contemporary Portrait Society’s inaugural uninterrupted business of painting for the next exhibition with Duncan Grant, Augustus John and thirty years. He has never mentioned a plan, or a paintings in the ‘Prometheus Bound’ series by Graham Sutherland in 1961. He was elected to vision of who he is painting for, although he Aeschylus, ten of Aristophanes’ ‘Lysistrata’ and the Art Worker’s Guild in 1963 as Painter/ favours academic institutions. twenty- nine exuberant works which narrate Germany and it is hard to imagine anybody Voltaire’s upbeat adventure ‘Candide’. The persuading him to part with them now. I am began auspiciously. Born in 1923, he served in the Royal Navy from Draughtsman and exhibited at the Royal Compelled to paint and unable to sustain a While one cannot help but admire a man who To give an idea of quantity, there are four preparation of watercolour sketches and bold sale. Remarkably, he would rather not sell than see this happen. Hugh Bulley’s paintings remain in storage in Academy Summer Exhibition in 1963. He enjoyed has been propelled by such a passion (especially visualisation of Aristophanes’ ‘The Peace’ (six beginning to lose hope that this brilliant man and a fair run of exhibitions between 1964 and 1970 in since there has been no commercial subtext) paintings) is a good example of his originality at his work will ever be brought before an the UK and in the 1980s was shown on a regular others may not find it easily understandable. For its best. Hugh is currently painting his eighteenth appreciative audience to receive the recognition basis in the USA. His work is well represented on the archetypal agent who always wants to realise series (Horace’s Odes). that they both deserve. the Bridgeman Library Art Worker’s Guild maximum potential, the Hugh Bulley character is websites and has been used in various the ultimate in frustration: he resists all offers of images of ‘The Birds’ and the unfolding drama in *The canvasses measure approximately 750mm publications. help in marketing his work, and dismisses every the twelve paintings in Berthold Brecht’s ‘Mother X 900mm. He uses Mediterranean colours in the five In 1977 he described seeing “a difference INTERESTING POST Rebeccah Morrill salutes the memory of mail artist Robin Crozier. participants. It was important to Crozier that this or less anything sent by mail – and MAIL ART – was an “infinite” project, as he described it in a where the act of sending the work makes the letter to Clive Philpot in 2000: “Given its structure work, it couldn’t exist without having been sent.” it could go on forever.” To which he adds, His project Portrait of Robin Crozier (1973-2001) philosophically, “(what is forever?)… the project exemplifies this. He sent blank postcards to artists will continue as long as I am around and longer if whom he’d never met, inviting them to create his anyone wanted to continue it.” In the same letter, portrait and post it back to him. The results were he also admits to “sometimes cheating and very varied, and full of all the wit and humour that keeping the odd one”. It pleases me enormously, characterizes this genre. I wonder what his that even the most rigorous, conceptualist artist postman made of it. was occasionally seduced by the thrill of owning Robin collaborated with some particular I never met Robin Crozier and yet the (optimistically glamorous) portrait he drew of me Robin Crozier, would arrive in the mail. Had I known then that he, like me, originally in Fairfield Road, Bow, hangs in my hall in came from Gosforth, I might have overcome my Gateshead. I see it each day when I go to collect shyness and talked to him at the opening about whatever the postman has delivered. It seems our shared Geordie roots. Furthermore, he appropriate to be reminded of Robin Crozier – apparently had an ordered-hoarder streak that I best known as a leading British pioneer of Mail can certainly identify with. The fact that had a box Art – at the same moment as I invariably discover, in his office labeled “particularly interesting with a pang of disappointment, that there is envelopes” just fills me with joy. nothing exciting for me in the post. For he was an I soon came to regret not having taken the artist whose commitment to creativity, and belief opportunity to meet him when in the following in art as a life-force rather than a commodity, year he died, sending the Mail Art community ensured that something exciting came through into mourning and abruptly ending a number of thousands of letterboxes throughout his collaborative postal projects that had endured working life. for decades. I ought to have met Robin in 2000, when he was Mail Art began in the 1950s and peaked in one of around 60 artists in Live in Your Head: popularity in the late 1980s and early 1990s. For Concept and Experiment in Britain, 1965-75, an some it was a radical political act to exhibition curated by Clive Philpot and Andrea circumnavigate, critique and disrupt the Tarsia and presented at Whitechapel Art Gallery, commercial gallery system, for others it simply London, where I was working at the time. My the most feasible way to distribute their work and portrait was part of an audience participation generate a critical dialogue around it, especially if project whereby you wrote your name and they lived in areas where galleries and other address on a postcard supplied, added a stamp, artists were scarce. I imagine for Sunderland- and sometime later your portrait, as imagined by based Crozier, it was a bit of both. memories had been contributed by some 600 between ART IN THE MAIL – in other words more the original. individuals over extended periods, such as John Not much more than a decade since his death M Bennett, who worked with him via the postal and his work feels likes a distant memory. It offers service for over 25 years. One of their projects a nostalgic link to a long lost world of Chapters, consisted of a sheet of paper mailed handwritten, pen and paper correspondence, of between them on which they each added a one considered responses, the patient wait for a reply, line. When the sheet was full, it became a chapter and, not least, of cheap stamps! Asked why he and was published in Bennett’s magazine “Lost didn’t make his life easier and use technology (a and Found Times”. type-writer, a computer), he emphasized the My favourite of Crozier’s Mail Art projects, importance of slowness in the act of writing and which gives the most mundane of days a place in the thinking time it allowed, which prevented history, is MEMO(RANDOM) / MEMO(RY). mistakes. It was the antithesis those “reply now, Here the artist provided a blank card with the regret later”, knee-jerk, cc’d to emails now. words “What do you remember about…” and a I have waited for the retrospective exhibition to particular date handwritten along the bottom in bring together and celebrate his artistic output in his inimitable script. On the reverse: “please reply public. It hasn’t happened yet. Perhaps this is on this paper to receive another memory from because it would contradict everything that Mail someone else” and the artist’s address. The Art stood for – being against the art market, the recipient was free to write or draw whatever they gallery system and art historical canonization. recalled from that date. On receiving a completed Perhaps the best memorial is to extend Crozier’s card, Crozier would then copy or describe it in his legacy, be that through continuing the projects he own notebook, before sending the original on to initiated or simply by finding inspiration in his someone else with another blank card to be filled. creative and generous spirit. And so it continued, and memories were *With apologies to Wanda for her omission – recorded and circulated, with Robin Crozier as which I hope may be redressed in a future “Alter- the vessel through which they passed. By 2000, 17 Ego” themed issue of The Hotspur. years into the project, over 8,000 individual Greta Garbo, in a little spikey frame. oils by the prolific Anglo-Irish painter W.A.Cooper. My grandmother. She was born in the 1890s, studied drawing in Paris in 1910/1911 Ric Cooper. (imagine who must have been wandering around there at the time) and drove a horse-drawn mail Long ago, in the days when I had hair and van in Dublin during the Easter rising in 1916. income, I used to buy pictures; once, perhaps Through the twentieth century she mirrored every twice a year, usually after consuming too much move of her idol, Pablo Picasso, working in oils, free champagne at a London opening, or possibly crayons, charcoal, collage, ceramics, as a favour to the host of a village fund raising scraperboard and etching. Her cubist period (in exhibition of local ‘talent’. I never bought the 1940s) preceded her impressionist surge complete rubbish, but my taste has proved a tad (from about 1950) when, widowed, she had the idiosyncratic for some of those with whom I’ve Spanish surrealist Gregorio Prieto living in her shared walls down the years. cottage as a paying guest. Gregorio remains not “I’m not living with that in here” she glowered, at all overlooked in his own country, but here it’s when I retrieved my John Hart abstract from the an uphill struggle. I have a Prieto picture of garage and put it back over the fireplace. Granny’s house in Normandy (that’s the village My father had a slightly better eye than me, but called Normandy near Guildford) and a bizarre only slightly, so our combined collection of dark portrait of Greta Garbo by him in a little spiky pictures of remote and desolate farm buildings in frame. Winifred Cooper’s last house in London wintry weather has to be lightened and warmed was in Billing Street, Fulham, in the early 1960s, for the pleasure of most viewers. To do that we where I often used to stay as small boy, dropping take to Mediterranean primitives with illegible off to sleep on the camp bed in her attic studio, signatures, interspersed with deft impressionist breathing in the sweet smell of oil paint and turps DOSSO DOSSI and listening to the colossal roar of the Chelsea increased in value, although nowadays it hangs in LETTER FROM A HORRID PLACE. crowd at adjacent Stamford Bridge. the downstairs loo and I look at it in a somewhat On the corporate lash in Beijing, with Tom Macfarlane I have two splendid lithographs by Edward different light. Handley-Read, one portraying the interior and And talking of light, there’s nothing wrong with a the other the exterior of Arras Cathedral in ruins, lavatory as a place to admire fine art. That same shelled to pieces in 1917. Handley-Read (18691935) is severely overlooked. His First World War pictures hang in the Imperial War Museum and uncle, who had a Courbet over the fireplace, a Constable in the hall and a Paul Nash in the kitchen, hung two original Blakes in his. “Quite Feb 2012 Peking Duck Restaurant in Beijing. So famous Last week I found myself staring at a goose claw, that the duck you eat comes from their own farm, drunk. These things happen. It was detached numbered. Our duck (I have the certificate) was from the goose, had been boiled for several about the four millionth and only a post- hours, and I could see every bone in the it with revolutionary duck. The restaurant started in the anatomical accuracy. I poked it enthusiastically 1400s. with my chopstick. ‘Mr Lin asks if you enjoy your we were drinking Moutai. This is 53% alcohol. ‘Werry , werry much’ I replied. These things are They showed me the bottle. We were toasting each other, so there was no escape. The good his portraiture is wonderful. He was never in dark. Small window. Less fading.” he explained. catching. France as an official War Artist: he was a Captain So I like what’s on my walls, whether the artists the most horrible food in the world. And I am in the Machine Gun Corps but his artistic skills have been overlooked by the critics and the were put to invaluable use designing and painting dealers or not. One day perhaps. My family have camouflage templates. come into this a lot, so they might as well make a I also possess two good paintings by Sophie Tute: one large oil of Tuscany, one gouache of an Oxfordshire field with a dog in it, nice, but clearly final dramatic appearance. My nonagarian aunt has recently moved into what will surely be her last home, an admirably civilised BUPA neither is worth a fraction of what I paid in some establishment where charming staff provide cups King’s Road gallery in 1988. As a wedding of tea, buns and encouragement. My aunt chose present in the 1970s my uncle gave us a woodcut it because residents are welcome to bring their of a naked nymph by his close friend and client own furniture, pictures and pets. You go up the Eric Gill. So grossly disgusting has Gill’s sexual stairs to the first floor, along a corridor and into interference of his daughters and dogs since been her room. Bang. Bang. Bang. Christopher revealed in Fiona McCarthy’s fine biography, that Nevinson, William Russell Flint, Toulouse- I imagine the little picture has marginally Lautrec. Game over. And just to give you some idea of the full horror, banquet?’ said the interpreter. The goose claw had been preceded by some of thing is the glasses are tiny. Mr Lin speaks directly. ‘Ftbb’ he says. In theory trying to be fair minded here. Goose gizzard, he has chosen a subject well. Soccer is a world boiled. Sea cucumber. This looks like tripe, has currency. I should be able to respond. Arsenal. exactly the same texture but is more slithery. You Man U . Even Sunderland. I should have tales of got that. MORE slithery. Abalone, a special freezing on the terraces , supporting my favourite favourite of mine, actually makes me gag. It tastes team with passion when I was a lad. Offers of of bicycle tyre dusted in flour, so that you have to season tickets I can proffer him for my Chelsea chew it before it goes down. The abalone was box, or that of my firm’s. But I don’t speak football. teamed with the goose claw incidentally. I speak other things. Flaubert, ballet, pictures, I For those of you who have read this column before, you will have gathered that I am what the am doomed. All good things come to an end, sometimes Americans call a road warrior. For the British even bad ones. As we reeled out of the among you, that is a travelling salesman, albeit banqueting hall, and I was driven off to my supposedly on a grand scale. At the time, I was somewhat second-rate hotel, I realised that, trying to forge links with a Chinese petrochemical however little, something had actually been company. This is a vastly romantic business. It achieved. involves following a lead from a ferocious I did now understand a tiny little bit of modern Taiwanese lady into the senior ranks of the Chinese culture. I understood that no one would formerly state run company, and trying to make a decision while the government changed. navigate the politics of a labyrinthine They understood that not all Englishmen liked bureaucracy, itself in stasis because the Chinese football. We all agreed that Moutai was a good government is about to have one of its periodic way to get drunk but that it was pretty horrible reshuffles. Hence none of its lower echelons will otherwise. A tiny bridge had been built, and in make any kind of commitment until they know another four hundred years we will understand their future position. each other quite well. The spirit of Marco Polo I therefore found myself in the most famous hovered around my bed that night. THE PREGNANT FOOTNOTE. Peter Bach recalls a brief stint working for Robert Fraser. A rent boy nursed a cassette player by the bedroom door as I entered Robert Fraser’s Gloucester Road flat. He looked at me menacingly and was off. I didn’t have the heart to trip him up. Robert wouldn’t have minded, I told myself. Groovy Bob, as he was once known, was far more interested in Claes Oldenburg, Bridget Riley, Ellsworth Kelly, Richard Hamilton and Jim Dine. My job was to help a friend make an inventory of the many works of art Robert had borrowed. He needed to sell them to keep wolves from the door. I worked for him hardly at all and yet the wolves I remember so clearly. Not every visitor was predatory. One day Francis Bacon staggered up the stairs, planted a kiss on a thick brown envelope and handed it to me as if I’d know what it was. With a sparkle in his eyes, he said I was to give it to Robert when he woke up. I did know what it was. It was full of money, a gift. On another occasion, in the kitchen, Robert presented me with a jumbled pile of drawings and asked me to title them. Years later, I discovered one of them with my caption at a major exhibition. I won’t say where or whose. But I will say that this former officer of the King’s African Rifles (whose sergeant, according to Keith Richards book ‘Life’, was Idi Amin) did enjoy rolling the odd grenade along the floor. Robert rarely spoke to me. When he did, it was with a slightly inaudible voice. ‘Rent,’ he would say, ‘we need to pay the rent today,’ pouring himself a brandy. I learned later that this famous Swinging Londoner was a butler’s grandson whose Christian Scientist parents had sent him to Eton. The only sign of religion I noticed was the trance- like state with which he would enter the kitchen after a smoky hour or so next door. It’s Robert we see handcuffed to Mick Jagger in Richard Hamilton’s painting ‘Swingeing London’. It was most likely Robert who first showed John Lennon and Yoko together*. For a time, he was the zeitgeist personified. Not many people in today’s art world remember him. By the time I came along he was struggling. He would sometimes dress up and go to Gaz Mayall’s club on Meard Street on a Thursday night, but more often than not people would come to him. Which was how I met the late Matthew Carr, his tall frame, gaunt features, and skilful draughtsmanship somehow matching Robert’s crumpled elegance. Through Robert I also got to know photographer and writer Nick Danziger, then a kind of neo-geo painter studying Mayan culture. I grew close to Chinese refugee and Vogue art director Barney Wan, too. Paul McCartney was a good supporter and regular communicator and Robert’s favourite artist at the time seemed to be Brian Clarke, though I never met either of them. After I left, he opened a gallery on Cork Street briefly and I went to Afghanistan, losing my girlfriend in the process. For his part, Robert went on to become one of the first high-profile AIDS cases in London. I write this in London these years later with mixed sentiments. Perhaps there’s an ancient cassette machine somewhere, still playing the Moroccan music it blared out the night it left the side of Robert Fraser, the Artist’s friend. *It was ‘you are here’, at the Robert Fraser Gallery, Duke Street, from 1st July - 3rd August, 1968. (Ed).