Friday 17 January 2014

Alan Sorrell at Sir John Soane's Museum

   Yesterday I went down to London to visit the exhibition of the work of Alan Sorrell currently on at Sir John Soane's Museum.  As regular readers of this blog will know I have written several posts on his work.  It is a particular favourite of mine.

   Perhaps it was the amount of scaffolding in the courtyard, but walking through Soane's house, (an experience I hadn't repeated since the 1980s), I was struck firstly by the progression from dark to light that the house possesses, from the sombre ground floor to the yellow drawing room on the first floor.  I was also struck with the amount of allusion and suggestion that the house evokes, for all the classicism the house is a monument to Romanticism. It is a short step, perhaps, from the evocation of a religious sensibility in light and space in Soane's house to Pugin and the Oxford Movement. From associative values to the real thing.  Thirdly the penumbra, the accretion of objects, seemed to presage so much of High Victorian aesthetic values.

   The exhibition space, located in the house next door, is a relatively new addition to the museum.  I believe it was this house - itself a work of Soane - that was lived in by the director of the museum.  I could be wrong.  The exhibition itself is small, though I was far from disappointed - occupying two rooms.  It is complimented by an excellent book.  The exhibits are particularly well chosen to illustrate the facets of Sorrell's work, both private as well as the public.  I responded in particular to his technique - often the paper surface, worked with paint, ink, pencil, gouache, wax resist, charcoal, has a wonderful tactile quality.  At one time, I guess, this technique would be considered impure.  But it suits me fine.  It must partly through these techniques as well as the heightened atmosphere of much of his work that links Sorrell to the Neo-Romantics; certainly there is desire in his work to evoke a sense of place and 'atmosphere'.  However I don't feel that abiding sense of unease in Sorrell's work that is often found in many Neo-Romantic artists.  In fact there is much that is cheerful, if not playful in his work.  Indeed sometimes there is an element of caricature about it.  In the mural, 'Working boats from around the British Coast' - a five panelled work in oil from the 'Nelson Bar' of  HMS Campania, two panels of which are on display at the exhibition - this is particularly so.  It's a light, happy piece.  Stylistically different too for being solely in one medium - oil.  I can't imagine many other Neo-Romantics being able to pitch their work so.  The murals were indeed a revelation.  Two stand out: 'The Seasons' at Myton (formerly Oken) School, Warwick, and the work he undertook at the Old Bexhill parish church.  If anything lets them down is that sense of  the grotesque, of the caricature that creeps in.  Thankfully it is kept mostly in check.  It is however a minor quibble and would that he had done more work of this type.  This light heartedness - dare I say charm? - stands in contrast to the serious, intense self-portrait he made in Nov 1928, as a Rome Scholar - does it reflect the influence of contemporary Italian artists?  I'm not sure.  It displays a crisp, angular analytical style - the influence also of Wyndham Lewis? - that soon gave way to his mature style.
   Rather like the work of the architect Stephen Dykes Bower, Sorrell's work is both, paradoxically, known and unknown, in that the work of both men are woven into the fabric of so many lives in Post-War Britain and yet go uncredited.  Who hasn't seen the work of Dykes Bower at Royal and National services at both Westminster Abbey and St Paul's Cathedral?  Who, growing up in Post War Britain hasn't seen Sorrell's illustrations in a library book or on a visit to a ruined castle or abbey?  That was certainly my experience and that of my friend Richard. Alas for Dykes Bower and Sorrell they both had the  misfortune of working under the high point of Modernism, and there reputation therefore suffered as a result.

Sunday 5 January 2014

A stinking cold and Robert Harling

Funny how things take you.  I'm siting here, Sunday afternoon, with a stinker of a cold and feeling, at times, bloody miserable.  I've been spending some of my time on the internet - quite a lot of it on Pinterest.  (Yes, I've joined - just after Christmas.  You can find me on www.pinterest.com/somechameleon)  One pin led to another and I found myself back on Ben Pentreath's blog (Do all roads, like Rome, lead there?), looking for the name of a short-lived magazine published in the late forties dedicated to graphic design.  'Alphabet and Image'.  A few more pins led me to a whole host on information on Robert Harling, co-founder of the magazine, including his very lovely house.  And what a remarkable man he was - I'm tempted to call him a renaissance man: designer, journalist, novelist, editor.  Worthy of a more detailed blog when I feel better.  Though it is interesting how our interests develop, become more intense at a particular moment in time.  I had read Mr Pentreath's blog sometime ago, but it was only this afternoon did it bear fruit.