I want to paint
2000 dead birds crucified on a background of night
Thoughts that lie too deep for tears
Thoughts that lie too deep for queers
Thoughts that move at 186,000 miles/second
The Entry of Christ into Liverpool in 1966
The Installation of Roger McGough to the Chair of Poetry at Oxford
Francis Bacon making the President's Speech at the Royal Academy Dinner
Adrian Henri, from ‘I Want to Paint’, Selected and Unpublished Poems (LUP, 2007)
Early Work
Self-Portrait, 1953
Oil on canvas, 85x51cm
Henri painted this self-portrait, aged 20, while he was a student at King’s College, Newcastle.
baby faced almost thin N.H.S. glasses
striped college scarf thrown casually over shoulder
various sets of artistic beards and moustaches.
learning to drink
Newcastle Brown, Export and Exhibition
Saturday night litany of pubs with Alan from the electric train
falling headfirst down a stone colonnade at a Jazz Band Ball…
Adrian Henri, from Autobiography, 1971
Mantlepiece, 1953
Oil on canvas, 45.5x57cm
Roger de Grey, Master of Painting during Adrian Henri’s first year at King’s College, Newcastle was very enthusiastic about Vuillard’s still-life painting. This composition was set up by de Grey in his‘still-life room’ at King’s and was designed to tak students with the complexities of reflections. Vuillard, Sickert and Cézanne were the acceptable face of modern painting for de Grey.
In 1954 de Grey transferred from Newcastle to the Royal College in London and was replaced as Master of Painting by Victor Pasmore – regarded by Adrian Henri and his fellow students as a refreshing breath of modernity.”
From Adrian Henri, Paintings 1953-1998, Walker Art Gallery, p.26
Old Woman, 1953-54
Oil on canvas, 45.5x35.5 cm
When Henri started teaching at Manchester Art School he worked alongside Harry Rutherford who, when young, had been in charge of the art school that Sickert set up in 1926 in Manchester. Rutherford told Henri that when Sickert turned up to teach he was wont to declare that he “must have a wretch” to model for the students. Someone would then be dispatched to obtain a flower-seller or some other suitably plebeian figure.
From Adrian Henri, Paintings 1953-1998, Walker Art Gallery, p.28
Rhyl Sands with Seagulls and Setting Sun, 1955
Oil on canvas, 42x52cm
Shown in Henri’s final year diploma show at King’s College, this work suggests the influence of Victor Pasmore who replaced de Grey at Newcastle in 1954. Pasmore had arrived bearing the gospel of abstraction.
Henri was attracted to the subject of Rhyl partly as a result of seeing David Cox’s oil painting of Rhyl Sands in the Manchester City Art Gallery.
From Adrian Henri, Paintings 1953-1998, Walker Art Gallery, p.30
Your vision swept clear and bright by the wind that’s wiping away the stormclouds
beach low and empty, pale blue sky, seagulls and one dog near the horizon
pebbles underfoot as clear as the wallpaper in seaside cafés
somewhere out at sea, a rainbow
the sad peeling off season colours of arcades and kiosks
David Cox’s ‘Rhyl Sands’ a tiny gem burning quietly in dirty Manchester
Ghostly echoes of last season’s chip-papers in the drifting sand.
Adrian Henri, from Autobiography, 1971
City Painting, 1956-7
Mixed media on card, 28x19cm
This little picture is interesting for me because it’s caught between three influences – residual Euston Road School which is murkily tonal. Then it’s very much Nicholas de Stael in the shapes. But then again it’s also proto-pop. The adverts are meant to be hoardings or neon-lit – they’re stuck on. It’s not a particular street in Liverpool or a specific city. It’s any city – a kind of universal city. I was cutting up and using adverts and putting them into something that’s otherwise not very pop-ish.
I suppose in a way this was being a bit rebellious – then. In a way it looks a bit obvious and rather trite now. The idea of introducing advertising into fine art was one that was around – with the Independent Group and with people like Richard Hamilton and Lawrence Alloway – something I’d been exposed to. This is me using it in a rather hesitant way, rather than as I did a year or so later when it was a bit more out front.
Adrian Henri interviewed in Paintings 1953-1998, Walker Art Gallery, p.32
Landscape and Factory, North Wales, 1960
Oil on canvas, 53x63cm
This little picture was really I suppose a kind of rural equivalent of what I was doing around this time with my urban subjects. The view is towards Flint in North Wales looking down a valley. There are coalmines and pitheads and a factory. I think that at around that time the Courtauld’s factory was closing down. Yet’ it’s very much the same sort of way of doing things that I used for City Painting – perhaps a bit more Nicholas de Stael influenced. I had moved from Wales by then and was living in Liverpool and only going back to Rhyl during the summer to work on the fairground.
Adrian Henri interviewed in Paintings 1953-1998, Walker Art Gallery, p.34.
Landscape, 1960
Housepaint, floorstain oil and encaustic on board, 184x121.5cm
These pictures and others like it are the nearest I ever got to painting abstracts. I did flirt with the idea of abstraction and I was terribly excited by what I’d seen of new American painting – large-scale gestural abstract painting, but at the same time, I’d also seen a lot of paintings by Dubuffet. I was very interested in that idea of the rudimentary landscape – the idea that somehow as long as you have one strip that is different from the rest of the picture, psychologically you read it as landscape.
I used ordinary white domestic glass enamel paint, let it dry, and then put on ordinary domestic woodstain – floorstain – on top of it. It produced an odd chemical reaction. One ate into the other – an almost etched kind of effect that I found fascinating
Adrian Henri interviewed in Paintings 1953-1998, Walker Art Gallery, p.36
Landscape, 1960
Housepaint, floorstain oil and encaustic on board, 184x119cm
Other versions of this I did with wax and floorstain, where I started with a layer of floorstain on a matt white surface and worked over it with paraffin wax and then went over it again with stain on top of the paraffin wax. I got a craggy built-up surface. Usually the strip at the top was blue.
Adrian Henri interviewed in Paintings 1953-1998, Walker Art Gallery, p.36
Pop Art
Fairground Image 2
1962. Mixed media on board, 122x91.5cm
ROLL’EM UP
ONE OVER TO WIN
ANY PRIZE YOU LIKE
powderblue nylonfur poodles
against the bright red counter
children crying runny noses
holidaymakers huddled like sheep under plastic raincoats
from the August rainstorms
coaches revving up in the carpark
ON THE RED THIRTY THREE
ALL THE THREES THIRTY-THREE
Frankie Laine Guy Mitchell
loud through the electric nightrides
lights going out running with the heavy shutters
Adrian Henri, extract from Autobiography, 1971.
The fairground was a fascinating alternative world. It had its own language and code of conduct. Once I was accepted I felt it was a little honour. I was intrigued by the language – a mixture of thieves slang, rhyming slang, Romany, Yiddish – designed so that you could speak in front of the customers and they wouldn’t know what you were talking about.
The fairground pictures were the first I did that were like a visual record of what it was like to spend a summer in one of these places – a souvenir of a particular place – like a diary preserving a particular moment in time which I suppose in very different ways is a lot of what I’ve done since.
Adrian Henri interviewed in Paintings 1953-1998, Walker Art Gallery, p.48
Père Ubu in Liverpool, 1962
Oil on board, 123x92cm
I suppose like most people of my generation, I really found out about Ubu through an issue of a magazine called The Evergreen Review, I think it was Evergreen 13. It was called What is Pataphysics?
Alfred Jarry did some woodcuts of this grotesque figure that he’d invented who was based on his particularly gross and sadistic physics master at school. There were a number of rather sensitive, poetic kind of boys he used to pick on very regularly, and they used to amuse themselves at night by making up adventures in which this person – who was called Père Hebe – became King of Poland by murdering all his friends.
Ubu, I think, was meant to personify all the bourgeois vices. One thing I like about him, I think, is that despite the fact he is a monster in a way, he is also somehow a survivor.
At the time when the text of the play was printed Bonnard did drawings for it. Since then I think all the great School of Paris artists, Picasso, Mirò, Max Ernst, have all done pictures of him. It’s a long tradition.
I liked the idea of putting him in Liverpool. The first one I did was him walking across the corner of Elliot Street and Lime Street. He’s just walking across the road with a zebra crossing behind him. Then I put him in other places and he crops up in several poems located in Liverpool.
Adrian Henri interviewed in Paintings 1953-1998, Walker Art Gallery, p.54
Piccadilly Painting, 1962
Oil on board, 91x71.5cm
I first started teaching at Manchester Art College in Autumn 1961. I used to do a thing called ‘Outdoor Studies’. This meant that I had to take a group outside in Manchester once a week. I did a great number of drawings in connection with it. It just summed up several of the things I was interested in. It was a peculiar place. Below eye level was grass. On eye level was the shops. Above eye level was the advertising. So that it had a layered feeling to it. This comes out, I think, in the paintings. In a curious way too, even the little bit of nature in Piccadilly was artificial. The flower beds were maintained by the council. One day there would be a dense mass all of one colour, the next of another colour.
Adrian Henri interviewed in Paintings 1953-1998, Walker Art Gallery, p.56
Kennedy Painting, 1963
Collage and paint on paper, 36x28cm
Collages gave me the opportunity to play with ideas before thinking about doing a finished picture. I was teaching at Manchester Art College at that time and I think that a lot of the issues I raised with the students and the problems that I set them I also worked on in my own time. Ultimately I suppose it links with the exercises that Richard Hamilton taught – cutting up colour magazines to make art, but I’d also looked at a lot of Surrealist art by then.
Adrian Henri interviewed in Paintings 1953-1998, Walker Art Gallery, p.64
Big Liverpool 8 Murder Painting, 1963
Mixed media on board, 152.4x122 cm
This is one of a whole series of paintings called Liverpool 8 which were meant to be on the one hand perceived as abstract an on the other hand to be familiar – in that they’re about the district I live in. I wanted to include objects around the streets – and the colours and textures too. Most of these pictures had a matt grey basic background – the colour of tarmac and buildings. Then within that there is always a darker shinier area – puddles and pools of oil.
This particular one started from me finding in the street a handwritten Liverpool Echo newsstand poster saying Murder Case, Court Hearing. The idea was that this would be the scene of the crime. Then I found an old handbag in the street and I stuck it on, then a pair of women’s stockings and splattered red all over them. I had some old posters lying around that I used as part of my teaching at Liverpool Art School. I used part of one that seemed to work in terms of colour – a beer poster. I got carried away a little bit. I put a very used and grotty kind of lipstick into the handbag and a little bottle of cheap scent and a rather grubby little hanky. All these things which nobody would know about. In a gallery you wouldn’t be allowed to look into the handbag anyway. They were just there to give it a feel of reality. When it was on show at the Walker, Brian Patten came to see it. He waited until none of the attendants were around and then he slipped a little poem into the handbag.
Adrian Henri interviewed in Paintings 1953-1998, Walker Art Gallery, p.66
24 Collages, N°4, Clayton Square Painting, 1964
Collage and paint on paper, 54x45.5cm (private collection)
In the early 1960s, Adrian Henri organised a series of Happenings and events, some of which involved live music by Merseybeat groups such as the Roadrunners or the Clayton Squares. The band’s alto-saxophonist and vocalist Mike Evans would later join Adrian Henri in the Poetry and Rock band The Liverpool Scene. (CM)
24 Collages, N°6, Mulligatawny Soup Painting (Homage to Andy Warhol), 1964
Collage and paint on paper, 53x45.5cm
Adrian, while using soap-packets and posters, part of the lingua franca of international pop, was very far from the cool perfectionism of his ex-tutor Hamilton, the nostalgia of Peter Blake, still less the total neutrality of Warhol. Indeed, if any pop artist influenced him it was the American Robert Rauschenberg, but Adrian’s pop period is very much his own.
A more relevant term of reference are the collages of one of Adrian’s most admired artists, the German Dadaist Kurt Schwitters. There is the use of discarded detritus, for example, and yet in impact they have little in common. Schwitters’s use of rubbish is random. Henri’s however loosely, hangs together. What they do have in comment is a wonderful instinct for composition. In both cases, under the apparent ebb and flow of the found imagery, is a solid framework. Henri could no more forget he is a trained artist than strop breathing.
George Melly, Pop and Protest, exhibition catalogue, 1997
24 Collages, Liverpool 8 Spring Collage N°5 (for PGW & FB), 1965
Collage and paint on paper, 32x26 cm
Adrian Henri was, unusually, a political pop painter. Dispassionate political neutrality did not attract him. An anarchist and briefly a member of the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament’s Committee of 100, he used political ephemera to make pomitical pictures – racist leaflets from the British Movement picked up in the street, and right-wing American promotional presidential campaign literature. When the fiftieth anniversary of the outbreak of World War I came in 1964, he made that conflict too the subject of several anti-war pictures.
Frank Milner in Paintings 1953-1998, Walker Art Gallery, p.11-12
P.G.W. are the initials of Patrick Gordon Walker, the defeated Labour Party candidate at the 1964 Smethwick election during which a concerted racist campaign was fought. F.B. are the initials of Fenner Brockway, a Labour M.P. and an outspoken opponent of racism who had also been imprisoned during WWI as a conscientious objector. (C.M.)
Liverpool 8 Four Seasons Painting, 1964
Mixed media on board, each piece 183x76cm
These paintings are in a sense abstracts but using elements of the landscape – like for example the yellow lines. I love the quality of yellow lines on the road – the thickness – the gooeyness in the way it was put on.
There’s the usual graffiti – goal posts drawn on the wall. In the top left hand corner; there’s this little bit of nature – Sefton Park or Princes Park with one solitary daffodil bursting through, in the middle of all this greyness.
Summer is very much based upon Rhyl Fairground.
The cream and hard-edge shape is on the one hand a reference to hard-edge painting which was on the go at the time, and on the other hand it was the colours that the fairground at Rhyl was painted. And then the little thing that looks like a bit off a spaceship is actually a lump off a fairground ride. It got broken off and was just lying around.
I’ve always felt that Autumn is a very emotionally-loaded season. It’s something I’ve written a lot of poetry about. This one has got chrysanthemums, which are seasonal, but also in a lot of European cultures they are associated with death. And in the top right hand corner is a whole pile of autumn leaves which again I dipped in paraffin wax and when it set, glazed as if it were autumn leaves that had been frosted over.
On the one hand it was simply about gathering up debris from the streets in Liverpool – things found lying in the gutter – or twisted pram wheel, a child’s handbag and a child’s teddy bear. Somehow or other when they were stuck onto the surface they seemed to be telling a story. It was almost like the idea of a street accident – a child had been run over. Again Winter is a bit like the Autumn picture – the silver was burying them as if it was something emotional or tragic that winter had covered up. The silver was slightly depersonalising the whole thing.
Adrian Henri interviewed in Paintings 1953-1998, Walker Art Gallery, p.69
The Entry of Christ into Liverpool, 1962-64
Oil on hessian, 183x243.8cm
This has portraits of lots of my friends and also various heroes as well. None of the figures were done from life or photographs because I wanted to paint the mental images I have of people – I nearly always think of a particular person dressed in one set of clothes, for instance. It is also an elaborate act of homage to James Ensor, who plays Christ. There is a quote from ‘The Entry of Christ into Brussels’ in the LONG LIVE SOCIALISM banner. And the ‘Colman’s Mustard’ advert is a quote from an Ensor drawing ‘Hail, Jesus, King of the Jews’ of 1885 which has I think the first bit of pop art in it. In the background there is a poster for Colman’s mustard. It is a kind of visual diary of the years it was painted because the townscape was finished fairly quickly but the fitures were done on the additive principle for two years and sometimes I had to add beards or substract them or change the girls’ hair-colour or style. People I quarrelled with even got painted out.”
Adrian Henri, Extracts from Notes on Painting and Poetry (1968)
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Batcomposition, 1967
Collage on card, 52x78 cm
The most specific formative influence on my thinking as a painter/poet was that of the ‘Independents’ group working in the late ‘50s. Richard Hamilton was the most obvious influence although I didn’t realise till some years later the implications of some of the things he had done at King’s with us.
Adrian Henri, extracts from Notes on Painting and Poetry (1968)
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Meat & Flowers
Night Door (Homage to Djuna Barnes), 1964-5
Mixed media on door, 190.5x91.5 cm
The Death of a Bird paintings started by me misreading a photograph of a piece of work on glass by Marcel Duchamp – a work on glass photographed at night with lights below and odd shapes. For some reason it suggested to me a bird. I played round with this image and came up with the idea of a white bird which was fluttering – and dying in a city somewhere. The original idea was to have city lights but somehow or other when I finally got around to doing proper paintings of it the city lights seemed unnecessary. It was much stronger just to have a bird on a dark background.
I was thinking of people like Dylan Thomas and heroes of mine who died in isolation in big cities. I think I’d not long read a translation of Garcia Lorca’s Poet in New York. There’s a whole section on birds dying in cities in that. So it was pretty private and symbolic to me.
The most extreme one of the series is Night Door – an actual door – off the coal hole in Canning Street. I was a great lover of matt black paint at the time – blackboard paint – it had a wonderful slightly textured surface. So I gave the door several coats. There’s a quote on that one saying ‘The Night beware of that Dark Door” which is from a very haunted, very beautiful novel by Djuna Barnes.
Adrian Henri interviewed in Paintings 1953-1998, Walker Art Gallery, p.42
Death of a Bird in the City, 1964-65
Mixed media on board, 91.5x122 cm (collection: George Melly)
The British are very suspicious of anyone practising more than one form of expression. ‘Jack of all trades’ they cry parrot fashion, but in fact this cliché has, as the Renaissance surely proved, no foundation. Adrian is a fine poet of what the poet Robert Lowell called the ‘uncooked’ school, but he is equally a remarkable painter, something I recognised when I first came across him in the late fifties and on that very first evening, bought my first picture, which I carried through the street at dawn to Lime Street Station with the aid of a young woman known as Mary, the flower-seller’s daughter.
I believe I was his first collector.
George Melly, Pop and Protest exhibition catalogue, 1997
Salad Painting, 1965
Oil on canvas, 106.8 x 76.2 cm.
Now in the collection of the Walker Art Gallery, National Museums & Galleries on Merseyside, this picture was selected for the 1965 John Moores Exhibition by a jury including American critic Clement Greenberg. (C.M.)
Salad Poem
(for Henri Rousseau le Douanier)
The sun is shining outside
Henri Rousseau (Gentil Rousseau)
The sky is blue
like your skies
I want to paint the salad
on the table
bright crisp green red purple
lettuce and radishes, ham and tomatoes
Paint them like your jungles
Gentle Rousseau
I want to paint
All things bright and beautiful
All salads great and small
I want to make
Blue skies bluer
Green grass greener
Pink flowers brighter
Like you
Henri Rousseau.
Meat Painting, 1967
Acrylic on canvas, 152.4x122 cm.
A chop, bacon rashers, salmon or egg salad, a cake are isolated in the middle of a virginally white canvas. They are very cunningly painted in a perspective that seems to contradict the absence of anything else on the homogenous white surface. The food is tangible and yet not to be touched, edible, yet “for display purposes only”. Henri borrows his presentation from the display techniques of the shop-window. The white canvas, like the butcher’s or fishmonger’s white slab, “presents” the food to the customer’s eye, isolating a chop from its neighbour, one piece of fish from another. The visual discreteness of the salad or chop on the dazzling white canvas turns it into the salad, the chop, the saladness of every salad. The food is very hygienic, very clean. No caterpillars in the lettuce, no flies on the meat: deep-freeze fresh. In a room full of Henri’s food paintings it’s like being alone in a supermarket.
Paul Overy, Studio International, Nov.1968.
Painting 1, 1972
Acrylic on board, 122x213.5 cm.
The image is presented extra-clear, extra-bright, in isolation. Not particularly placed anywhere in the canvas to make it interesting compositionally. And in a sort of spatial limbo. I see this a-compositional idea as perhaps doing in traditional terms what very untraditional artists like Stella or Judd are doing in a very different way.
Adrian Henri, from Notes on Painting and Poetry (1968)
I painted the meat separately – one piece at a time – simply because I couldn’t afford to buy it and throw it away. I’d paint it then eat it.
Also, I wanted to have it fresh to paint so I was adding one piece after another. It very much depended what the butcher had in that day. I always loved that story about Soutine. He hadn’t eaten for two days and eventually somebody gave him fish. Before he ate it he actually painted it. Even if it’s apocryphal, it’s a good story.
Adrian Henri interviewed in Paintings 1953-1998, Walker Art Gallery, p.42
Hedge, 1972
Acrylic on canvas, 3 canvases, each 122x142 cm.
In the 1930s, the Surrealists cultivated certain ‘magic’ places. When I went to stay in Much Wenlock, Shropshire in the summer 1972, I expected to find something there: I didn’t know what. What I found was a deep hedge along a disused railway-cutting. This very ordinary bit of English hedgerow has occupied my time ever since. I’ve tried to make the paintings as botanically accurate as possible; like my earlier meat paintings they are not “composed” and could be (and in many cases are) carried on laterally on another canvas.”
Adrian Henri, 1973, quoted in The Art of Adrian Henri, 1986, p. 29
Edge of a Wood, Early Summer, 1978
Acrylic on canvas, two canvases, each 182.2x129 cm (Collection: Arts Council of England).
One of the things that interested me about the hedge as a subject was that it didn’t really matter where it stopped and where it started because it was just a hedge. It set me off on a series of things – all of which had in common that they were ongoing visual images – edges of roads, edges of a wood, edges of a river bank.
I very consciously rejected the whole idea of English poetry – that whole Georgian tradition of English landscape-based poetry. It was very odd that somehow it felt OK to go back and explore it. I had consciously tried to be very much a city painter but it seemed OK ten years later to try doing something totally different and much more traditional in subject.
Adrian Henri interviewed in Paintings 1953-1998, Walker Art Gallery, p.88
Edge of a Wood (after William Davis), 1977
Acrylic on canvas, 30.5x45.7 cm (collection: Carol Ann Duffy)
Ruskin goes on about the fact that men are not uplifter by the sight of a hedge or a ditch but by a noble prospect. Essentially he was on about a hierarchy of subjects and this picture [Corner of a Cornfield by William Davis] came pretty low down the hierarchy. For me that was really on the side of Davis.
The thing I have always loved about the Pre-Raphaelites, and particularly the Liverpool School, is that they’re painting just a little quote from reality. You feel with Davis especially – more so than with Williamson for example – that he could have set his easel up just a yard further to the right or left and it would have served as just as good a subject for a picture. I love that slightly uncomposed view.
Adrian Henri interviewed in Paintings 1953-1998, Walker Art Gallery, p.90
Sunset Heights II
1985. Acrylic on canvas, 183x122 cm (collection Frances and Chris Pye).
Morning, Sunset Heights
Dogs bark
down the canyon
a crow croaks
its complementary
wake-u-up
coak-o-gram;
a humming bird sips
from the hibiscus
Bougainvillaea
Glows. The sun
hides behind thin mist
‘Have a nice day’
ready on his lips.
Adrian Henri, Selected and Unpublished Poems, LUP 2007, p. 171
Giverny I, 1988
Acrylic on canvas, 122x153 cm.
It was interesting the way the garden was planted. It was planned both vertically and horizontally so that the plants were layered upwards. Alleys that you could go down were flanked by head-high plantings that flowered at different heights. Somehow this had the effect of flattening out the whole thing. In certain parts of the garden there was almost no feeling of perspective. It was all tipped up against you and even when you could see things at the front the whole thing was flattened out.
Adrian Henri interviewed in Paintings 1953-1998, Walker Art Gallery, p.110
English Hedge, French Colours, 1998
Acrylic on canvas, 123.5x92 cm.
On a visit to Paris in 1998, Adrian Henri saw a sale at an art supplier’s, and stocked up on green pigment. He had long been amused by some colour names, such as “Hooker’s Green”. Here was a series of foreign names for familiar colours. He painted samples of each green on unprimed canvas, writing their names in charcoal underneath. He then used those colours to create a dark undergrowth (the French expression “sous-bois” delighted him).
Henri often wrote on his canvases, and then painted over the words, only letting them show through in places – here, the sentence “These are the colours I bought in Paris with Catherine” is hardly visible, but it creates a link between the colour samples and the final image, while adding an autobiographical layer of reference.
(CM)
Dreamscapes
Debris II, 1975
Acrylic on board, 122x142.2 cm
Debris II is a painting of rubbish on a demolition site. It’s an unromantic view of what has become a familiar feature of many parts of Liverpool as of every other British city. There is nothing which could place this as being Liverpool rather than somewhere else, yet it has a quiet intensity which speaks of ‘here’ rather than ‘there’. It is, I would suggest, Sickert revisited for although Sickert never painted quite such a subject as this, it is in a sense the modern equivalent of his drab Camden Town interiors, and Henri’s way of making low key colour glower and glimmer is very reminiscent of Sickert’s skill at tonal painting.
Paul Overy, The Times, February 1976
Kop II, 1977
Acrylic on canvas, 50.8x61 cm
Adrian Henri’s Kop paintings are amongst his most popular series. A lifelong Liverpool FC supporter, he attended the 1977 European Cup final in Rome, where he declamed his ‘Ballad of Chairman Paisly’ to assembled LFC fans at the Coliseum …
(CM)
Dream Palace (Homage to Ferdinand Cheval), 1988.
Acrylic on canvas, 153x180 cm
On several occasions, Henri visited Ferdinand Cheval’s folly, which had taken the postman 32 years to build, in the Village of Hauterives, South of Lyon
(C.M.)
I’d always been fascinated by the idea of The Postman’s Palace. I remember reading about the Surrealists going there in the 1930s.
Cheval said afterwards that he was only trying to prove that an artist of his class could do it as well as anybody – he was obsessed with class. There are several pathways around the palace. One of them has his wheelbarrow on it. An inscription reads ‘to my faithful wheelbarrow.’
What was extraordinary was that Cheval actually dreamt it – the story goes that he tripped over a stone shaped like a sculpture that he had seen in his dream so many years before – in rocky limestone country – and he then realised that this was what he had to do.
Adrian Henri interviewed in Paintings 1953-1998, Walker Art Gallery, p.112
Rapefield, 1988
Acrylic on canvas, 120x152 cm
This painting is very much to do with the part of my life which is spent travelling on trains. Over the last ten years or so we’ve seen the European rape seed phenomenon. What others see as a curse I found a blessing visually – this shock of yellow coming through a carriage window.
Yellow is a difficult colour to work with. I started with a base of greeny-yellow then built up the streaked lines of green – then added the yellow highlights. For a change I also painted this on a white canvas.
I suppose that once again I’m flirting with abstraction and as so often I’ve found a subject that lends itself to an almost abstract treatment.
Adrian Henri interviewed in Paintings 1953-1998, Walker Art Gallery, p.108
Flowers for Liverpool, 1989
Acrylic on canvas, 120x180 cm (collection: Liverpool F.C. Museum)
I wasn’t actually at Hillsborough but I was in Liverpool that weekend. At the end of that traumatic few days I was left with two abiding images. One was the sound of the Great George bell in the Anglican Cathedral which rang on the Sunday – once for each person who died on the Saturday. I ended up eventually writing a poem called ‘The Bell’ which attempted to evoke that sensation in words; The other was the flowers at Anfield, which led to this painting called Flowers for Liverpool.
In a way it is quite an abstract painting. It is just a study in white and red with variations. At the same time it is a very emotionally-loaded subject – the football pitch at Anfield covered with flowers all of which are either wrapped in white paper or cellophane and in amongst them people were putting their scarves and hats and other kinds of souvenirs.
Adrian Henri interviewed in Paintings 1953-1998, Walker Art Gallery, p.108
El Khazneh, Petra II, 1993-1994
Acrylic on canvas, 152x121 cm
Petra
Pink palaces
beyond the dreams of postmen,
rose-red rocks
beyond the dreams of palettes,
wait to be reborn
beyond the dark passage.
Adrian Henri, “From an Antique Land” (extract), in Selected and Unpublished Poems, LUP, p.177
Thanksgiving Day Parade,
New York City III, 1995
Acrylic on canvas, 182.5x121.5 cm
‘I went over to visit Catherine in New York. On Thanksgiving Day she’d heard about this great parade which was organised by Macy’s, the department store, which goes down Fifth Avenue and finished up somewhere in Times Square. It included these enormous fifty foot high or bigger inflatable figures. There was Snoopy, Bart Simpson and Ronald McDonald. These enormous figures were towed by a wire. It was a particular bleak November day – a dull rather cold rainy day with these garish things floating between the great canyon of the street. At the end of the parade, the figures were deflated. Bart Simpson in this picture is in the act of being deflated. Doing the New York paintings set off a sequence of thought that influenced the later Day of the Dead pictures.’
Adrian Henri interviewed in Paintings 1953-1998, Walker Art Gallery, p.128
The Day of the Dead, Hope Street, 1998
Acrylic on canvas, 193x243 cm
Just as The Entry of Christ into Liverpool transported Ensor’s scene to Liverpool, the Day of the Dead series relocates the traditional Mexican celebration to a familiar setting, in Hope Street – the street which joins Liverpool’s two cathedrals, with the Everyman Theatre and the Philharmonic Pub on either side.
The frontality of The Entry of Christ is taken up again, but the friends and heroes represented here are now dead – the painter Sam Walsh, Adrian Henri’s ex-wife Joyce, Allen Ginsberg, William Burroughs, Aurelio Marcangeli, the artists Ed Kienholz, Frida Khalo, and the Birkenhead-born writer Malcolm Lowry, whose Under the Volcano takes place on the Day of the Dead in Mexico.
(C.M.)