Review of the Rolf Harris exhibition at the Walker Art Gallery Liverpool

The Rolf Harris exhibition ‘Can you tell what it is yet?’ opened at the Walker Art Gallery Liverpool on Friday 18th of May 2012, and runs until August. It features a large and varied selection of his paintings and drawings, plus many artefacts from his long and distinguished career, including musical instruments such as didgeridoos, jews harps, a stylophone and painted grand piano. There are also memorabilia such as family photos, record sleeves and gold discs.

What’s astonishing about the exhibition is the large selection of really amazing and wonderful paintings in a variety of styles, and the impressive technical and creative quality of the work, much higher than I expected.

I was there on the opening night, Liverpool’s annual Light Night when museums and galleries stay open late. I queued up to see Rolf doing one of his paintings in front of a live audience. I stood just a few feet away from him and captured the whole thing on my Fuji Finepix W3 stereo 3D camera. A mono version of the video is above.

I felt very privileged to be there and to finally see a personality I know from my earliest childhood.

What struck me was that Rolf Harris is exactly the same in real life as he is on screen: genuine, down to earth, honest to goodness and totally real, unlike many of today’s so-called reality tv personalities.

Now, as ever, he has a universal appeal. He joked with a tiny kid on the stage but also chatted and exchanged banter with people of all age groups in the audience.

I admire Rolf Harris because he is blessed with many talents and likes to make use of them, and because he has a strong educational intent. He tries to share the joy of art with people and help to develop their appreciation, encouraging them to have a go themselves. That’s brilliant.

His television and media career is long and distinguished, making him a priceless national asset. He has been there since the earliest days of British TV and has met and worked with many of the most distinguished people, including the Beatles, and all the best known stars.

A high point of his career was when he painted the Queen. The excerpt from the BBC programme is one of a number of items shown at the exhibition and has people spellbound. Only Rolf Harris could make a visit to Buckingham Palace like dropping in to have a chat with your favourite auntie.

The painting is on display at the exhibition and what’s striking is that she looks exactly in the painting as she does in the video. When Lucien Freud did his portrait of the Queen she looked forbidding and haughty, but in Rolf Harris’s painting she is smiling and engaging with twinkling eyes.

In many ways, a portrait often reflects the character of the artist as much as t the sitter, if not more so.

He was born in 1930 and first came to England in 1953. He’s now an octogenarian, but looking healthy. One lady asked him about his skin regime.

But it is remarkable, and rather shocking, that he has had to wait until now to experience a retrospective of his work, the first in his lifetime. Thank goodness he’s alive to see it.

The fact is that Rolf’s work has not received the recognition it deserved.

It was criticised by Brian Sewell and Norman Lebrecht. I won’t bring down the tone of this article with their comments, but they can be read here.

Perhaps I was unconsciously influenced by those reviewers, and lazy enough to assume that as cultural commentators, they must know what they were talking about.

But when I saw Rolf Harris’s paintings of London, I was bowled over by their sophistication and subtlety, I realised I should have mentally torn up those reviews and thrown them into the bin where they belong. I won’t make any comment about the initials of the first of those named above, but they seem apt.

There is a lot that is bad about the art world, a lot that distorts and debases culture.

In my opinion, culture is precious. It should have a capital C. It should be about honesty and integrity, not pandering to a narrow clique in a certain part of the country. It should appeal to as wide an audience as possible, not just an elite. It should be about celebrating and encouraging creativity at all levels and in all genres, and not focused on just a tiny number of over-paid and under-talented personalities who know how to play the media. It should be about encouraging personal development, about including people, not excluding them.

On all these counts, Rolf Harris embodies all that is good in the arts and media.

In my opinion, Liverpool has the best museums in the UK (leaving aside the unfair bias in this country towards the capital). It’s great that that the Walker Art Gallery has brought the first ever retrospective of the artistic work of Rolf Harris to Liverpool.

For me, that proves that four years on from 2008, Liverpool remains the UK’s true Capital of Culture, (with a capital C).

More information about the Rolf Harris exhibition on the Walker Art Gallery website.

The exhibition was developed in association with De Montfort Fine Art. Rolf Harris is represented by Billy Marsh Associates.

And below is a detail of the very nice picture that Rolf painted especially for me and the other people looking on. It’s a frequent theme of his, an Australian view based on childhood memories, with trees, dripping paint and a chain fence running diagonally across the frame.

Painting done at the Walker Art Gallery Liverpool by Rolf Harris 18 May 2012

Sea Odyssey – when giants walked the streets of Liverpool

On the weekend of 23 April 2012, giant marionettes hit the streets of Liverpool and mesmerised thousands of people, including me!

On Friday morning, I listened in to the start of their walk on BBC Radio Merseyside, when Little Girl Giant woke up from her slumber in Stanley Park, north Liverpool. That evening on BBC Northwest Tonight I watched them live as they made their way through Liverpool One, and I decided I would have to go and see them for myself.

I managed to get there by train later on Saturday afternoon. At Lime Street station, police were directing the crowds. Outside the station, I saw the streets were empty of traffic but thronged with people. Looking up along Lime Street, I saw the outline of a large moving figure.

I headed in that direction, and few minutes later I caught my first sight of the diver as he walked past the tower of St Lukes Church. His head seemed almost level with the top of the tower. The streets were lined with thousands of people of all ages from young children sitting on their fathers’ shoulders to old people in wheelchairs, all drawn by the sight of this gigantic man in an old-fashioned diving suit making his ungainly way along the street.

He was supported by a large improvised crane on wheels, a small army of French-speaking assistants, or ‘lilliputians’ all in red uniforms. Live music was played by a French band on a trailer following close behind. Over the speakers, a voice told the team what was happening: “Pied gauche levé! Posé! Pied droit levé! Posé!” “Left foot up! Down! Right foot up! Down!”.

Puppets sleep after Day 2 overlooked by Liverpool Anglican Cathedral. Click for a larger version

Puppets sleep after Day 2., overlooked by Liverpool Anglican Cathedral

And so the gigantic groovy marionette in the diving suit made his jaunty way towards Chinatown. Due to the massive crowds there was a bottleneck, so I headed back down Bold Street and over to the other end of Chinatown. Unfortunately there were too many people, streets were closed off,I couldn’t get anywhere near him so I decided to head down towards the Albert Dock and catch the other puppets.

Just by the bottom of Paradise Street, which was lined with thousands of onlookers, I saw I was in luck. Some distance up the street, I saw the dog Xolo and following not far behind, the towering and beautiful Little Girl Giant.

It was a magic moment finally to see both of them with my own eyes, as they made their way very slowly at first, but then more quickly towards me.

Soon they were in front of me as well as scores of other onlookers – here the crowds were a little thinner than elsewhere and I could get quite close. The giant size animatronic black dog was an astonishing sight. He moved right up in front of me nuzzling his face into the crowd, children patting his nose, as scores of devices snapped his every move. His tail wagged, his ears flopped down and he smiled with a wide, foxy grin, tongue hanging out. Though this was a robot made of papier maché and metal, people reacted in the same as they would have done to a real dog.

Little Girl Giant riding her boat on the Strand. Click to zoom in closer

Little Girl Giant riding her boat on the Strand

I got some great 3-D video and stills, then I followed them down onto the Strand and watched as Little Girl Giant was disconnected from her cables and lifted by a crane onto a boat. As the transfer took place the operator issued the instructions over the PA in French. I heard “Décrochage des coudes” – “Disconnection the elbows”, and more commentary.

It was a real boat, maybe a small fishing boat and it sat on a trailer. Water gushed from underneath it, some of the spray fell onto the crowds. Soon the trailer started to move, the giant girl looked down, opening and closing her eyes with an almost regal presence.

The assistants dressed her in a yellow sailors jacket and hat. She seemed to enjoy being the centre of attention and the yellow outfit really suited her…

See what I mean! For me she was becoming a real person, not just a 30 foot high puppet.
I got some great 3D video of her as she rode in her boat along the Strand. Hundreds more clutching cameras, phones, tablets and even iPads were doing the same as me but as far as I could see, I was the only one shooting in stereo 3D!

After the procession entered Princes Dock huge crowds followed them slowly forming another bottleneck near the entrance. I decided to I walk against the crowd as fast as I could back to the other entry road, and headed past the Echo Arena towards Kings Dock where I caught the final moments of the performance. Yet another crane hoisted the girl onto the divers’ lap. They hugged and before long fell into a deep sleep, and a snoring sound rang out over the speakers

That was the end of the proceedings for this evening but no one wanted to leave, so captivated were they by the two gigantic figures. Eventually I decided it was time to head home and started to make my way back towards the centre and Lime Street station. As I walked, I dictated the first draft of this article on the iPhone.
I love everything about Sea Odyssey, it’s fantastic, the best street theatre I’ve ever seen.

Giants are rooted in our psyche, in stories such as Jack and the Beanstalk and Gulliver’s Travels. Movies can do amazing things with CGI, but this is different. They are there standing right in front of you. I think that’s why the effect is so awe-inspiring.

The marionettes are truly hypnotic. They look and act as if they are alive. I’m sure many small children think they really are. Fantasy had come to life, a spectacle on an industrial scale played out not inside a theatre but on the streets of Liverpool.
The music was great too: French style rock played live, and quintessentially French melodies sung by Edith Piaf. Liverpool definitely became a little bit French today. I liked the playful Latin American music accompanying Xolo the dog: I checked on Shazam and it was Primavera by Michi Sarimiento & Sus Bravos!

The show was conceived and put on by street theatre company Royale de Luxe, based in Nantes. In France they think big. I feel that only the French have the panache and élan to pull something like this off.

I understand that it cost over £1.5 million to put on, but only a small part of this amount was paid by Liverpool City Council. Thousands of visitors have poured into Liverpool this weekend it is predicted that the event will have earned far more for the city than it cost to put on. I think the legacy will last a long time.

Little Girl Giant at the Pier Head. Click to zoom right in to her face.

Little Girl Giant passing by at the Pier Head. The spookiest thing is when she appears to be looking at you.

All I can say in conclusion (in very large letters) is:

Vive les marionnettes!

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