Self-portrait

Self-portrait

03 March 2015

SPRING

        If ever I saw blessing in the air
        I see it now in this still early day
        Where lemon-green the vaporous morning drips
        Wet sunlight on the powder of my eye.

Laurie Lee, ‘April Rise’

A little film to celebrate the arrival of Spring and St David’s Day just past:



Self-Portrait, c.1953
And speaking of St David’s Day: West Hampstead – where all roads sooner or later seem to lead – has had over the years a number of notable Welsh connections. I mention here just two. Sir John ‘Kyffin’ Williams, RA (1918-2006), widely regarded as the defining artist of Wales in the 20th century, had lodgings and a studio in West Hampstead during his tenure as senior art master at Highgate School from 1944 to 1973.

Hampstead Heath
When Williams died, the Guardian said he ‘captured the imagination of the Welsh public. His dark, monumental landscapes of Snowdonia came to assume an iconic status and so too did the man, affectionately known simply as Kyffin.’ He was also an accomplished raconteur who wrote with panache about the people and places he had known. He felt a lifelong affinity with Van Gogh, not least because they were both epileptic.

Mount Snowdon from Nantlle
Photo by Olive Edis
The Welsh tenor Ben Davies (1858-1943) lived for many years at 33 Compayne Gardens, West Hampstead. He appeared with the Carl Rosa Opera Company and in 1883 created the role of Gringoire in Esmeralda by Arthur Goring Thomas (who tragically committed suicide at West Hampstead Station in 1892). He was chosen by Arthur Sullivan to create the title role of Ivanhoe in 1891. Bernard Shaw wrote: ‘As to Mr Ben Davies, the robust and eupeptic Ivanhoe, who sets to with the mailed Bois Guilbert at Templestowe in a comfortable immensikoff of the period, and gets beaten because he is obviously some three stone over his proper fighting weight, his obstreperous self-satisfaction put everybody into good humour.’

Spring, NW6
Photo by EP

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for these! We still have giant clods of frozen snow in the streets of NYC, so this is doubly welcome. Love the GBS quote! What the dickens is an imensikoff? I can imagine Mr. Tenor in a sofa-sized swath of a velvet tunic, girded under his "front porch" as my mom used to call it. Unless someone can define the term, I'll have to stick with that, I guess!
    Best,
    nancy N

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