About Robin

Occasional painter. Golfer. Fascinated by humanity. Passionate about beautiful stuff, the people who create it and its narrative.

The Kindertransport statue revisited

Every month, thousands of people read our post on the Kindertransport statue at Liverpool Street Station. I am in London for work. I decide to pay a visit to see how those five confused but proud children are doing.

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Previously unnoticed details catch my eye. Does the violin case mean there is a budding musical genius amonst them? I start to take more photographs. A lady in her eighties touches my arm. “They are beautiful aren’t they! I knew one of them. There were thousands of them: jewish children fleeing to England. It was years before that awful war.” I reply that indeed the bronze memorial is a very beautiful, poignant sculpture. “This is where I always meet my son” she continues. “We go for lunch!”

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The two girls, poised nevertheless, have stout shoes for their journey.

The elderly lady’s son, a well healed businessman, arrives. I overhear his first words after greeting his mother. “It makes me furious that people sit on it and leave their coffee cups!” Indeed, I have to remove some garbage before taking these photos. The problem is that this fabulous bronze monument, marking the point where the children arrived by train in London, is at the entrance to one of the city’s busiest stations and right outside McDonalds.

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The way Meisler has sculpted this girl’s right hand is masterful. The grip on the handle of the suitcase is loose and delicate. There is little weight in the case. It seems to imply that the children left their homes with only a few most valued possessions.

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Documenting Meisler’s attention to detail absorbs me. The pen clipped into the breast pocket of the boy’s tightly buttoned blazer speaks to learning and maybe academic potential. But again, those labels with numbers are chilling reminders of what was to come.

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I look up at this girl’s face. The image stays for the day. I hear a voice behind me. An academic-looking American arrives with a group of ten or so youngsters. “Here it is!” he says with an expansive gesture. “One of my masters students did her thesis about this statue!” He recounts the story of the Kindertransport to his charges.

A young man besuited-and-silk-tied  stands looking at the figures. He tells me he always stops here for a minute or so when passing through the station. He is a soldier. “It’s just incredible, what happened! I mean, unbelievable! It breaks me up!” I agree with him and tell him I am writing about the statue for a blog about beautiful stuff. He takes my card, shakes my hand firmly and strides away.

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In the ten minutes that it takes to snap these photos, I come to realise that, when it comes to sculpture in public places, the Kinderstransport statue is something of a celebrity. People are drawn to its beauty and to its story.

But reality is context. My last exchange is with a dishevelled youth with needle tracks in his forearms. He has had his wallet knicked and he needs ten pounds to get a train to go and see his mum! My money stays in my pocket. I point out that maybe it’s not the best place to peddle his hard luck story. “Whatever!” he says and wanders off.

Celebrity Beautiful Stuff: 2

The conversation goes something like this: “I was fascinated by the TBS post on celebrity beautiful stuff, Robin, but what about ******* ” I then have to admit that, whilst obviously recognising the name,  I didn’t know that ******* painted. The story of celebrity paintings continues… with some surprises!

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Self portrait by Sylvester Stallone. Year unknown. Photo copyright bigpicturesphoto.com.

I am drawn to Sylvester Stallone’s paintings. They are a kind of raw reflection of the Rambo – Rocky people he has brought to the big screen. Biceps bulge. Abs abound. Just so macho! I love his little inserted symbols that combine male circle-arrow and clock face. Is this about his fear of masculinity diminishing with the passage of time? Despite all the testosterone, there is nevertheless a universal-lovey-heart symbol under the pumping left pectoral muscle! A masterly touch is the partial frame accentuating those big square world-saving shoulders.

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Photo copyright: sneakymag.com.

Proof that it really is a self-portrait!

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“Time Hands” by Sylvester Stallone. Year unknown. Photo copyright: Galerie Gmurzynska.

The critic who, on seeing Stallone’s paintings, said “Sly, keep the day job!” clearly didn’t realise that, first, Sly probably doesn’t need the day job, second, Sly has, in his own way, put his day job out there on canvas and, third, Sly sells his works for more than $45,000.

What does a moderately talented water-colourist have to do for his or her work to be the subject of a series of British postage stamps?

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“Highgrove” by HRH Prince of Wales. Watercolour. Year unknown. Photocredit: AG Carrick.

Answer: be the next in line for the British throne!

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Stamp series 1994 featuring water colours by HRH Prince of Wales.

Prince Charles has painted all his adult life. His work is accomplished, eye-comfortable and conservative. It’s not terribly imaginative. However, it’s good for stamps although I’d prefer an original Sly on my wall!

Whose rather dull paintings would you not want on your wall even though they sell at auction for $tens-of-thousands?

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“The Courtyard of the Old Residency, Munich” by Adolf Hitler, 1914.

Yes, Adolf Hitler painted. He tried to get into art college as a youngster. He then thought about architecture but other career choices obviously presented themselves.

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“Perchtoldsdorg Castle and Church” by Adolf Hitler, 1912.

In the previous post about celebrity beautiful stuff, I argued that celebrities’ paintings were worth more in financial terms precisely because they were done by celebrities. No other explanation needed. Would I want to own an original Hitler? No. Would I put a Hitler on my wall? No. But his paintings also command vast sums in the market place. Does this mean that notoreity does it for us just as well as celebrity?

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George W Bush said of his Russian counterpart “Vladimir Putin is a man I could do business with.” Despite its sixth-form style, I’m sure this portrait captures the real sentiments of most world leaders: “I am not sure I want to do business with Vladimir Putin, but I don’t have a lot of choice!”

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“Vladimir Putin” by George W Bush 2013, 35cm x 25cm, Medium unknown. Copyright: Art of Leadership, Dallas, Bush Foundation

This painting was, in fact, done by George W Bush. If I am allowed an opinion, I think the Putin portrait reveals what the painter felt about the subject: a mixture of fear and respect. This possibly insightful work is the most interesting part of the former US President’s “Art of Leadership” exhibition in which he lavishly displays his own portraits of world leaders (and his dog.) But are they good? Do they have some additional “artistic” merit because of their provenance? Would they demand a higher price than exactly the same work done by, for example, a not terribly talented art student? You bet they would!

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“View over Chartwell” by Winston Churchill (year unkown) 50cm x 41cm, Oil on canvas.

The notion that “W” was powerful leader and painter, brought to mind a visit to the Royal Academy in London a few years ago. I saw – and admit to being not too impressed by – a room full of paintings by Winston Churchill. Recently, a different landscape of his Chartwell home sold at Sotheby‘s for £1 million. So let’s ask another question. If the painter has or had the power to change the destiny of the world, does the picture have additional value because of who painted it? You bet it does! But this is not just about powerful leaders. What it comes down to is our fascination with celebrity.

A few weeks ago, I was in Guildford’s chic and cheerful high street. The stylish Forest Gallery seemed like a good place to flush out some beautiful stuff. And so it proved to be; I found celebrity beautiful stuff! One wall had signed limited-edition prints by Ronnie Wood, Bob Dylan, and Billy Connolly. The gallery’s owner, Washington Green, specialises in works by these celebrities.

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“Rhino” by Ronnie Wood 2005, 62cm x 47cm Screenprint. Copyright: Ronnie Wood Gallery

Rolling Stone, Ronnie Wood, went to Ealing Art School. He kept on painting throughout his whole rocking career. I love this dozy “Rhino” screenprint. However, most of his paintings feature members of the legendary band. The Forest Gallery also had a stunning original of Sir Mick Jagger in action. Would I want a Ronnie Wood print on my wall? Maybe, if I could afford it. Would I want to own an original and show my friends? You bet I would!

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“Favela Villa Broncos” by Bob Dylan 2009, 107cm x 142cm Acrylic on canvas. Copyright: Gargosian Gallery

Despite the enduring presence of Bob Dylan’s music throughout my life and having enjoyed his tangled autobiography “Chronicles,” I never knew he sketched and painted and has done so for 40 years. “Favela Villa Broncos” is one of many ordinary scenes he favours. His “Drawn Blank” series painted between 1989 and 1992 is exhibited in New York and has caused a bit of a stir. But critics have used terms like “less-than-museum-level-artwork” and “art connoisseurs may question the quality.” Here’s my opinion: the man who has probably had the greatest influence on modern music (No Dylan, no Beatles!) has put paint on paper. The result resonates mysteriously with his music. In other words: THIS IS BOB DYLAN’S STUFF!  Whatever the New York art critics say, New York art collectors seem to agree and are prepared to pay up to $300,000 for one of his pieces.

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“Self Portrait with High Horse” by Billy Connolly 2011, 56cm x 51cm, Drawing print on watercolour paper. Copyright: Washington Green

Comedian, musician and film actor Billy Connolly has only very recently taken up drawing. Apparently, in 2007, he ducked into an arts supply store in Montreal to escape the rain. Buying pencils and paper seemed like a good idea. He initially hid his doodlings from view but they have since developed into an exhibited series “Born on a Rainy Day.” Beautiful stuff? I’m not sure. But I like them. They are simple but distinctive. There is something that speaks to the Big Yin’s cutting sense of humour. Bear in mind, he’s Glaswegian. Maybe his “Self Portrait with High Horse” is a memo to self – and others – about not getting on a high horse? The prints can be ordered on-line for £700 each.

Talking Beautiful Stuff is about the narrative behind the human impulse to create. We do not aim to comment on, let alone critique, the output of that process alone. The “who” is as important as the “what,” “when,” “where” and the “how” of beautiful stuff. And the “who” is especially important when it comes to celebrities. Let’s admit it!

Humans are fascinated by celebrity. This is part of our nature. Individuals of every culture and, importantly, every primate group are constantly alert to the doings of those who have superior authority, standing or prestige. Whether alphas, royals or warriors, it is these people that determine our security, access to resources and possibilities of greater prestige for ourselves. This hard-wired fascination extends to others with whom these important people are consorting. In this way, we get to understand the ebb and flow of important influences in our societies. Gossip is important; especially celebrity gossip. Hello! Paris Match! OK! If the focus of our fascination and gossip puts paint on canvas, we cannot divorce the painter from our consideration of the painting. Owning the canvas adds to our prestige. This is why we want it and why we are prepared to pay for it.

A judgement of the aesthetic merits of any work includes who the creator is. This is part of the work’s narrative and the difference between stuff and beautiful stuff. I am not shocked if a childish daub by Picasso sells for millions. It’s a Picasso! If I’m honest, I’d be really pleased to own – so I can show it to others and therefore boost my social standing – a childish daub by Barack Obama, Cristiano Ronaldo, Madonna or the Dalai Lama. And having made reference to humans as primates, I’d be happy to buy a work by Congo the Chimpanzee but, first, I would have to speak to my bank manager.