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Sunday 15 November 2009

Swedish Design

We made it: up the M50, through the road works, past misleading signs and into the car park. We tied an orange scarf around the front mirror just inside the window so we’d find our silver car again in amongst a sea of silver cars. I’d resisted for so long but was persuaded that today was the perfect day for a gander in Dublin’s first IKEA store. A warehouse of strong colour and hip design that snaked around for miles through every room in the house you could possibly need furniture for. It was full of crying babies, bored husbands, harassed wives, irritated children, and me with my bad back. We touched everything, ran our hands across wooden tables, stroked cushions and bedspreads, opened jars, unzipped bags, poked mattresses, sat on chairs (I nearly didn’t get up again), opened drawers, peered in cupboards, measured, weighed up the pros and cons, wrote notes, exclaimed, admired, resisted and finally, left. It was exhausting! I spent a total of €7.67. My daughter went mad altogether and spent €23.45!

IKEA was founded in 1943 by Ingvar Kamprad. Kamprad probably drew his inspiration from Carl Larsson, another Swedish designer, born nearly a centuary before. Larsson was an artist who began his career illustrating books, magazines and newspapers. He married fellow artist, Karin Bergöö, and together they had eight children and created what seemed like an idyllic life. It was through being a husband and a parent that Larsson blossomed as an artist and this was reflected in their home, a place where thousands of tourists visit every year. His illustrated books A Home and A Family are still an inspiration to aficiandos of his work.

Larsson’s major work, Midvinterblot, a huge oil painting that had been commissioned for a wall in the National Museum in Stockholm was rejected on completion by the board of the museum in 1915. Larsson was devastated. The picture, having been offered free to the museum at one stage, was eventually sold to Hiroshi Ishizuka, a Japanese collector. Ishizuka was persuaded, by public demand, to sell Midvinterblot, back to the museum in 1997 where it now hangs, pride of place, in its originally intended destination.

I have, as my desktop picture, a copy of The Kitchen, a watercolour painted by Larsson in 1898. I remember it from when I was a child; I loved its simplicity and wanted a kitchen like that in my home. The picture shows two girls, Larsson’s daughters, churning butter in the middle of a bright and airy room filled with colour: a red chair, the Aga in the corner, a green chest of drawers, an elegant jug, a shelf with curves beneath on which to balance.

Today, in IKEA, I saw the hand of Larsson in each simple yet functional design. It had been done before, over one hundred years ago, yet we all thought it was exciting and new and couldn’t wait to belt up the M50 – recession or not – to create our own flat pack ultra modern lives. Take a bow, Carl Larsson, your work lives on in more ways than you’d have ever imagined!

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Friday 9 October 2009

The Ashington Group

It’s rare that I’m moved to tears by the performance of actors on a stage but that’s exactly what happened yesterday afternoon, that is, when I wasn’t laughing and almost cheering for joy. My hands were quite worn out at the end as I applauded eight fine actors from the National Theatre (UK) and Live Theatre Newcastle, UK, who were directed by Max Roberts in the play, The Pitmen Painters.

The play was based on the book of that name written in 1988 by William Feaver. As trustee of the art that is on permanent show in the Woodhorn Colliery Museum in Ashington, Feaver describes how a group of miners, who had spent five years doing an Ashington WEA class on Evolution, wanted a change. They decided on Art Appreciation with lecturer Robert Lyon, a decision that changed the course of their lives utterly. The group operated as a unit and became known as the Ashington Group. They were respected and accepted by the established art world that hitherto would not have considered untutored workingmen their equal in their rarefied cultured world of privilege.

Quickly realising that he had to take a different approach, Robert Lyon persuaded the miners to paint themselves without bothering about convention using the method, ‘learning by doing; learning by seeing’. The men painted at home and brought pictures in for Lyon to critique at their weekly meeting. They used household Walpamur paint bought in bulk, used plywood and primed cardboard and made their own canvas by stretching butter muslin on boards and priming them. Their purpose was to produce work to get behind the artist and try to appreciate his purpose and methods. Their considerable achievement is a body of work that is a significant record of a community, an industry and a way of life that has disappeared.

"When I paint as we do in our group I have a feeling of freedom," Wilson wrote in 1945. "There is a feeling of being my own boss for a change. When I have done a piece of painting I feel that something has happened, not only to the panel or canvas but to myself. For a time I have enjoyed a sense of mastery - of having made something real."

The playwright, Lee Hall, came across a copy of Feaver’s book in a second-hand bookshop on Charing Cross Road and realised that this would be perfect for his next project. Hall had been commissioned to write a play and was looking for a study of aspiration and the bondage of imposed and self-imposed limitations and The Pitmen Painters was ideal.

And he was right. The play was everything you could wish for: crackingly funny, superbly acted, perfectly cast, brilliantly directed, instructional, entertaining, relevant, and yes, touching. I went home on the 46a bus inspired and full of hope.

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