reading along
So I am still reading this AS Byatt book. (I pick it up. I put it down. I read three books at once so it takes awhile) There is a serious theme of how far does one put up with someone's art/talent when there is a part of them that is deeply unpleasant or awful. It is that age old question or quest of separating the artist's personal life from their work.
There is a character in the book that I think is partly inspired by this rather notorious artist/designer named Eric Gill. A few years ago I was at my inlaws one Christmas and one evening before dinner the television was on and I found myself watching this program about this village in Sussex where Eric Gill had lived and created a sort of artist's colony/commune at one point (like way back in the early part of the 20th century) He was a really original artist. He created typefaces, he was a sculptor and he did prints and all manner of things. He was part of the whole Arts & Crafts movement which was very much about truth in material and had kind of a romanticized notion about nature, ancient ideas and it was also meshed with socialist ideas at times. In some ways these people were the original hippies.
As for Gill his work was provocative, soulful and bewildering. You can't help but look at his work and let it sit in your head awhile. But then there is his private life. To put it plainly he was one fucked up piece of shit. He sexually abused his children well into adulthood, engaged in incest with his sister, "experimented" on his dog and liked to expose himself to people. "oh look...there's my cock." What is more is he recorded what he did in great detail in private diaries.
His work and personality has been the subject of a number of articles. How one can reconcile the two. For some the truth about his life ruined the experience of the art -which I can understand. Sometimes the subtext can overwhelm the image.
Byatt has a real knack for showing the reader that people are complicated messy creatures.
There is a character in the book that I think is partly inspired by this rather notorious artist/designer named Eric Gill. A few years ago I was at my inlaws one Christmas and one evening before dinner the television was on and I found myself watching this program about this village in Sussex where Eric Gill had lived and created a sort of artist's colony/commune at one point (like way back in the early part of the 20th century) He was a really original artist. He created typefaces, he was a sculptor and he did prints and all manner of things. He was part of the whole Arts & Crafts movement which was very much about truth in material and had kind of a romanticized notion about nature, ancient ideas and it was also meshed with socialist ideas at times. In some ways these people were the original hippies.
As for Gill his work was provocative, soulful and bewildering. You can't help but look at his work and let it sit in your head awhile. But then there is his private life. To put it plainly he was one fucked up piece of shit. He sexually abused his children well into adulthood, engaged in incest with his sister, "experimented" on his dog and liked to expose himself to people. "oh look...there's my cock." What is more is he recorded what he did in great detail in private diaries.
His work and personality has been the subject of a number of articles. How one can reconcile the two. For some the truth about his life ruined the experience of the art -which I can understand. Sometimes the subtext can overwhelm the image.
Byatt has a real knack for showing the reader that people are complicated messy creatures.