
Edward Bawden
Bedford Gallery, Castle Lane, Bedford, until 31 January 2010
In these days when museums seem to think it acceptable to sell off the charitable gifts of past ages to feed contemporary vanities, I wonder who will be tempted to donate works of art without binding them securely in protective red tape? In the last eight years before his death, the artist and illustrator Edward Bawden (1903–89) gave a vast archive of his work to the Cecil Higgins Art Gallery in Bedford. It was, effectively, the contents of his studio, representing nearly every period of his career, and it numbers more than 3,000 items. The Cecil Higgins is currently closed for renovation but the Bedford museum authorities have been busy, publishing a handsome illustrated book of the archive (£25 in hardback), and organising a potent selection from it into a highly effective exhibition at the Bedford Gallery.
Bawden was a superb printmaker and in particular a master of the linocut, as can be seen here in his big ambitious compositions of Brighton Pier, Liverpool Street Station and the Pagoda at Kew. His Ealing Studios film posters and advertising ephemera are fascinating mementoes, though his Orient Line ceramics for Wedgwood don’t quite hit the spot. This exhibition is very much a portrait of a working artist: designing book jackets or a cover for The Listener, working out ideas for murals, even designing a garden bench. One of the best areas of the exhibition features framed sheets of five Bawden wallpaper patterns positioned against a life-size black-and-white photo of the artist at home. ‘Tree and Cow’ and ‘Woodpigeon’ are my favourites.
Downstairs, there’s a series of copper engravings from the 1920s, more linocuts (‘Ives Farm, Great Bardfield’, 1956, is particularly strong) and book illustration work, and a section detailing Bawden’s influence on contemporary illustrators such as Angie Lewin and Mark Hearld. An early watercolour landscape, ‘Bulford Mill’ (1927), shows Bawden at his most Ravilious-like, though the structural interweaving is quite different.
Back in London, there’s a Bawden selling show concurrently at the Fine Art Society (148 New Bond Street, W1, until 23 December). All in all, a fitting celebration of a great and deservedly popular artist and graphic designer.
Illustration of many other sorts may be seen at The Illustrators 2009 at Chris Beetles (8 & 10 Ryder Street, SW1, until 9 January 2010), the latest in a series of exhibitions that has become a hugely anticipated annual event, accompanied by a catalogue packed with scholarly information. The show is hung in blocks, so that you may study and compare a range of works by Heath Robinson, Thelwell or R.S. Sherriffs, but there are many of the great names here in smaller quantities — Beardsley, Rackham, Dulac, Bateman, Rowlandson, Kate Greenaway. Charles Doyle comes out well, as does Eric Fraser. Something for most tastes.
At the Redfern Gallery (20 Cork Street, W1, until 28 January 2010) is a show of early paintings and drawings by Anne Dunn (born 1929). Many will be unfamiliar with her work, principally because she has lived abroad for most of her life and shown infrequently. Now we are given the chance to judge her work from the 1950s and 1960s outside the social context of her marriages to the artists Michael Wishart and Rodrigo Moynihan, and it quickly emerges that the paintings she made around 1956–9 are full of delicate sensibility. Pirouetting along the dividing line between figuration and abstraction, Dunn painted intensely poetic incidents in subtly modulated fields of broken colour. Clusters of particularity alternate with open, lightly breathing spaces.
One of the best paintings here is ‘Vines after Rain’ (1959), composed in bluey-grey and fawn mostly, with sizzles of orange, red, green, blue-black. ‘Spring Growth’ is another success, containing some of the swelling forms that were later to characterise Brett Whiteley’s painting, with the exquisite touches of colour Dunn is so good at. She makes something unusual of such unpromising subjects as a couple of handfuls of beans and four dead swallows, or a pomegranate and wasps. In the second version of the latter subject, non-naturalistic rockets of blue articulate the otherwise undifferentiated but brushy space. Dunn is quirky, minimal, witty — I hope we see more of her work in this country.
Downstairs at the Redfern is an intriguing exhibition devoted to the sculptor and printmaker Leon Underwood (1890–1975), and his followers. Underwood is shockingly underrated today, being a sculptor and draughtsman of true originality and vision, besides teaching Henry Moore and a crowd of other luminaries of 20th-century British art. The other ‘followers’ shown here are those brilliant wood-engravers Blair Hughes-Stanton and Gertrude Hermes, Mary Groom and the lyrical, imaginative artist, Eileen Agar. But Underwood is the star of the show, with his linocuts and drawings (‘Three Mexican Women’, 1939, is particularly fine) and some impressive bronzes, of which ‘Salome’ (1924) is the most remarkable.
Last chance to see two fascinating shows of High Modernism at Annely Juda (23 Dering Street, W1, until 18 December). In the upper gallery is The Great Experiment: Russian Art, Homage to Camilla Gray, a coruscating display of top-quality work. Highlights include a large and magnificent Tatlin, ‘Untitled (Assemblage, after Picasso)’ from 1914/16, a wonderfully lucid crested form by Rodchenko, and Popova’s ‘Painterly Architectonics’. In the far room is a rich selection of smaller works including a sumptuous Suprematist collage by Aleksei Kruchenykh, drawings by Malevich, and Rayonist compositions by Larionov. Downstairs is Experimental Workshop: Japan 1951–8, full of intriguing optical and photographic work. Annely Juda is one of the few dealers capable of mounting exhibitions of museum standard like this: not to be missed.
And finally, talking of museums, there’s currently a group of 19 paintings and one drawing by the American Wayne Thiebaud (born 1920) at Faggionato Fine Arts (49 Albemarle Street, W1, until 22 January 2010). Here, if ever was, is the perfect subject for a museum retrospective in England. Thiebaud is usually associated with the Pop art imagery of serried ranks of cakes and other eatables on delicatessen counters. He does these supremely well, but I prefer his inventive high-viewpoint landscapes, which swoop down over San Francisco and the Sacramento Valley. He’s quite simply a beautiful painter. Artists know about him, but to the general public he’s largely unknown. It’s time this changed — just the project for the Hayward Gallery.
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