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Out as a “Scriever” (1894)

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The report of an undercover Victorian journalist

In the first place, perhaps it would be as well, before relating what befall me in that capacity, if I state for the benefit to the uninitiated what a “scriever” is.

He is what is known as a “pavement artist,” a “gutter cartoonist,” and an “artist in chalk”—in fact, he is the individual who draws in vivid crayons views by moonlight, wrecks at sea, iridescent mackerel, and very salt rashers of bacon on the flagstones of the London thoroughfares.

This description of nomadic artist is what is known as a “scriever.”

Amateurs, journalistic and otherwise, have made inroads in various walks of life, such as selling matches, singing songs, “busking,” driving cabs, and otherwise, the fashion having been set by the “amateur casual” many years since; but I venture to think that, until I did it, no one had ever invaded the secrets of the flagstone draughtsman.

Having made up my mind to become a “scriever” for the time being namely, a day—my first task was to settle my “pitch,” or stand. This was a somewhat difficult matter; for, while I did not aspire to too public a position, for fear my friends should be passing and recognize me, still I did not yearn after a situation where I should reign unseen—and possibly unappreciated, not to say unremunerated. The main thoroughfares, I found, all had their artists, the Hampstead, Bayswater, and Euston roads being closed, with many other desirable locations, to me as a consequence. At last, after a few days of walking, I fixed upon a position which, I thought, would suit my purpose admirably, and which, while hardly so public as to bring me in as many coppers as I might have desired, was yet sufficiently private to save me from my friends—and a man needs to be saved from those same at times.

Illustration from "London's Byways & Highways" 1902

Illustration from “London’s Byways & Highways” 1902

Having selected my pitch, which was in front of the garden railings of a second-rate West end square, the name of which, for obvious reasons, I must withhold, I trusted to the good offices of Robert the Policeman not to interfere with me, and habited in an old suit of clothes, which had been carefully patched, I, one Saturday morning, took up my position and proceeded to dust the canvas—I mean the stones.

I then laid out an old cap with which I had provided myself, and in which a varied assortment of pieces of chalk and crayon, of all colours, far more than any I was likely to call into requisition, were carelessly arranged, and at once proceeded to open my shop by drawing the pictures which were to attract my patrons. This I found a fairly easy, and not altogether an unpleasant, task, though I had some difficulty in deciding as to what subjects I should decorate the pavement with.

I had no wish to try my hand on the mouse nibbling a candle stuck in a ginger-beer bottle to the legend of “Bad times!” beneath; on the usual mackerel, or bacon, or portrait of the latest condemned murderer, with the legend that “Many can help one.” I eventually settled my subjects—which included three landscapes, a seascape, and a fancy ideal portrait, surrounded on the three sides with a bordering in the Greek key pattern. My work, which took me well on to twelve o’clock, finished, I put at one end “Pity the poor artist,” and at the other “I do this for a living,” placing myself and my cap near the former legend, and my box of tracks—I mean my cap of chalks—near the other, and then I anxiously awaited the inflow of coppers, and watched for the results and developments generally.

For the purpose of assisting my disguise I had allowed my whiskers and beard to grow for two or three weeks, and had also assumed a black long-haired wig, on the fashions affected by artists and violinists in old-world Bohemia, which I am pleased to say helped much to conceal my identity.

For the first two or three hours I had a fair number of visitors, though my remuneration for my labours had not exceeded ninepence, while the comments on my work had been varied, and not always complimentary. Thus one “horny-handed son of toil,” after intently surveying my drawings, expressed the opinion that “he had never seen a ship like that,” depicted in my seascape—which was probably true, though not in the sense he intended…..another remark I overheard was that “the poor bloke looks as though he was new to the game,” while sundry others suggested that I should get “my hair cut,” a suggestion which perhaps was not quite undeserved, although as the wig was only hired I was unable to carry it out.

The day wore on, and after I had been somewhat freely canvassed by the working men and women who passed my way on their way home at the end of the week’s toil, I began to get a few other visitors, such as those which were described by a crossing sweeper in my vicinity as “toft’s,” couples, married and otherwise, out for a stroll. The single couples were far more profitable to me than those who had entered the bonds of matrimony, the swain nearly always throwing me a copper with the air of possessing thousands a year, when probably his salary was a pound a week; so liberal is love before marriage.

My works, which I carefully dusted from time to time, were more or less freely criticised, for it must be admitted that the average pedestrian of the London streets is not at all backward in giving his opinion unasked not only of the pictures spread out on the pavement, but of the artist’s appearance, the remarks being outspoken, not to say personal; one gentleman, who had been imbibing at the statue of Bacchus, offering to “toss me for two shaves!”

By the time the shades of night had fallen I had taken, all told, one shilling and sevenpence halfpenny, and I was anxious to see what my evening visitors would be like, I proceeded to illuminate my premises, for which purpose I had provided myself with three candles. The wind unfortunately played some rude pranks with my candles, with the result that my pictures were seen under quivering and weird effects, and I found that my illuminations did not bring me much in the way of custom, as very few wayfarers stopped. I, however, kept at my “pitch” till half-past ten o’clock, when having taken another sevenpence-halfpenny, making two shillings and threepence for some thirteen hours, not a halfpenny of which had I received during the last hour and a half. I shut up my establishment by blowing out the lights and wiping out the pictures, and packing up my crayons and candles I took my way homeward.

On my way I “chummed in” with another artist of the pavement, and over a friendly pint I handed him my stock in trade, telling him I had retired therefrom as there was no money in it. I was told by my newly found professional companion that, save at holiday times, the takings seldom reached more than two shillings a day, except on Saturdays and in very busy thoroughfares, and in the middle of the week frequently came as low as sixpence.

Hence I can deduce that I had done very well indeed.

Published in The Pall Mall Gazette (Wednesday 5th December 1894)

Researched & transcribed by Philip Battle

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PUNCH MAGAZINE (1914-1922)

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Pavement Art as political metaphor

Punch, or the London Charivari was a British weekly magazine of humour and satire established in 1841 by Henry Mayhew and engraver Ebenezer Landells. Historically, it was most influential in the 1840s and 50s, when it helped to coin the term “cartoon” in its modern sense as a humorous illustration. It became a British institution, but after the 1940s, when its circulation peaked, it went into a long decline, finally closing in 1992. It was revived in 1996, but closed again in 2002.

These are a selection of cartoons published by Punch between 1914 & 1922

punch cartoon 1914

Caption reads: “Pavement Artist (who has not yet recovered the nerve which he lost on hearing the attack upon the VELASQUEZ Venus). “PASS ALONG THEM COVERS, GEORGE- THE SUFFRAGETTES IS COMING”.

Published on the 22nd April 1914: Refers to the Lady Suffragettes attack on the painting known as the “Rokerby Venus.” 

On March 10, 1914, the suffragette Mary Richardson walked into the National Gallery and attacked Velázquez’s canvas with a meat cleaver. Her action was provoked by the arrest of fellow suffragette Emmeline Pankhurst the previous day, although there had been earlier warnings of a planned suffragette attack on the collection. Richardson left seven slashes on the painting, particularly causing damage to the area between the figure’s shoulders. However, all were successfully repaired by the National Gallery’s chief restorer Helmut Ruhemann.

Punch 1916 10th May

caption: Unfortunate position of once popular Berlin Naval Battle artist, whose occupation has vanished through his having rashly sunk the entire British Fleet at an early stage of the war.

Published on the 10th May 1916: Comment on the progress of WWI

Punch 1916 12th july

caption: LITTLE LESSONS IN HUMILITY—The opulent caricaturist who never passes a pavement artist without reflecting that he himself might have been in a similar position if only the Kaiser had had no moustache.

Published on the 12th July 1916: Comment on WWI

Punch 1919 17th September

caption: The Artist. “I say, Guv’ner, would you mind standin’ on the cheese instead of the ‘Death O’ Nelson’?”

Published on the 17th September 1919: Social comment!

Punch 1920 July

caption: Native (to visitor, who is drawing a steamer for his daughter). “Those Futurist pictures may do all right in Brighton, my lad, but they’ll never go in Burley-on-Sea.”

Published in July 1920: comment on modern art!

Punch 1920 1st September

caption: MODERN BUSINESS METHODS—Patron. “Didn’t I give you something in High Street this morning?” Artist. “Yes, Mum. I’ve a branch there.”

Published on the 1st September 1920: Social comment!

punch 19th july 1922

caption: THE DIE-HARD SCREEVER—Lieut.-Colonel Archer-Shee.

Published on the 19th July 1922: Comment on British army officer and Conservative Party politician Martin Archer-Shee.

 

Written and researched by Philip Battle

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Raymond Moretti (1968)

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The pavement painter?

What’s the connection between Jean Cocteau, Pablo Picasso, pavement art and the French Riviera?

Raymond Moretti; a painter of international fame has abandoned his luxurious studio to paint on the pavements of Juan-Les-Pins, posing as some beatnik art student looking for loose change.

I know nothing more about this photo, or if Raymond Moretti, earnestly took up the role of pavement artist; but I suspect this was staged for a scene in the film “Le Temps Fou” (Crazy Time) directed by Marcel Camus on the French Riviera.

Raymond Moretti-Original press photo:  Juan-Les-Pins, South of France (1968)

Raymond Moretti-Original press photo: Juan-Les-Pins, South of France (1968)

Surrounded by beatniks and hippies, Raymond Moretti made ​​a drawing on the pavements of Juan-Les-Pins, South of France.

Raymond Moretti was born to Italian parents of modest origins; his father was an anarchist carpenter, and his mother a maid, who fled the Fascists of Mussolini’s Italy.

Raymond Moretti-Original press photo (close-up. 14th Sept. 1968) Keystone Press Agency.

Raymond Moretti-Original press photo (14th Sept. 1968) Keystone Press Agency.

In 1962, he worked with Jean Cocteau; and painted many watercolours and oils on the theme of “The Age of Aquarius.” In 1963 he met Pablo Picasso, which gave birth to a great friendship between the young and the old master artists. Picasso followed Moretti along his career and helped him out in difficult times.

Jazz was an important part of the artist’s life, and Moretti painted his first important work to the sound of Count Basie playing on a hand-wound phonograph. Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong and Thelonious Monk all posed for him. The 1960s saw the publication of Moretti Verve, a series of 12 LPs recorded by the greatest names of Jazz, the covers illustrated by the painter. These covers are now collector’s items. Moretti adapted the abstract art he used so effectively for jazz illustrations in his art for the Haggadah.

Raymond MORETTI contemporary Lithograph

Raymond MORETTI contemporary Lithograph

He uses colour and abstract design together with letters from the Hebrew alphabet to invoke the grandeur of the Exodus from Egypt and to even create the effect of sound in his art.

Raymond MORETTI contemporary Lithograph

Raymond MORETTI contemporary Lithograph

Born in Nice on the 23rd of July 1931, he died in Paris on the 2nd June 2005, aged 74.

Written and researched by Philip Battle

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BERT THE SCREEVER (1914)

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A Poppins of a find!

In her 1934 book MARY POPPINS, Pamela L Travers first described her character Bert, as a Match-Man, who had two professions.

He not only sold matches like any ordinary match-man, but he drew pavement pictures as well. He did these things according to the weather. If it was wet, he sold matches. If it was fine, he was on his knees all day, making pictures in coloured chalks on the pavement.

The fictional BERT THE SCREEVER played by Dick Van Dyke 1964

The fictional BERT THE SCREEVER played by Dick Van Dyke 1964

In the Disney film, Bert becomes a one-man-band busker, a chimney sweep and a pavement artist all rolled into one! Of course, Walt Disney did take liberties when it came to interpreting the written words of Pamela L Travers.

Bert was portrayed by Dick Van Dyke; a jack-of-all-trades with a Cockney accent. He never stays with one trade too long, and adapts to the current conditions he finds himself in.

The big question is, was the fictional character of Bert the pavement artist, based on a real person and will we ever know?

 Pamela L Travers was born in Australia, and emigrated to London, England in 1924.

Original Real Photo Postcard 1914

Original Real Photo Postcard 1914 (Published by Samuels Ltd)

In the 1920’s, London was awash with pavement artists; mainly disabled ex-servicemen from the Great War, trying to scrape together a daily living. Bert was a popular name (short for Robert) and there can be no doubt that Pamela Travers came into close contact with the pavement artists on the London Embankment.

Original Real Photo Postcard 1914

Original Real Photo Postcard 1914 (publisher unknown)

In 1914, photographer Fred Judge took a series of night photographs on the Thames Embankment. These where then made into postcards; they featured a NIGHT SCREEVER; pavement artist, at different exposures and angles, who also appears to be photographed at different times on different nights.

Original Real Photo Postcard 1914

DIFFERENT ANGLE: Original Real Photo Postcard 1914 (publisher unknown)

Although only one of these photographs is attributed to Fred Judge, you could assume that most of them were taken by him, although this can’t be certain. Whatever the case, this pavement artist was obviously a popular muse to be photographed.

Original Real Photo Postcard 1914

DIFFERENT NIGHT: Original Real Photo Postcard 1914 (published by Judges Ltd)

So how do these postcards relate to BERT?

Well, by sheer coincidence & GOOD LUCK, I discovered that the artist in the photographs is indeed named BERT; the one above was posted in London on the 11th July 1914.

Original Real Photo Postcard 1914

Original Real Photo Postcard-posted 11th July 1914 (Bert’s message)

The postcard was written in pencil, and addressed to Mr Fred Bruce, 44 Victoria Road, Bedminster, Bristol

Original Real Photo Postcard 1914

Original Real Photo Postcard 1914 (Bert’s message)

The message reads “Dear Fred, I have taken a stand on the embankment, doing art. My photo is on the other side; signed BERT.”

So there we have it, a message through time and space. Bert was indeed a REAL pavement artist, perhaps even the same Bert that Pamela Travers wrote about in Mary Poppins? (who can tell)

I’d love to find out more about Bert, and hopefully tell his story here…..perhaps someday I will discover the real Mary Poppins eh!

 

Written & Researched by Philip Battle

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Percy Pickle the Pavement Artist (1914)

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Fun on the Kerbstone

Perhaps the most famous and beloved of all the screevers; yet today, Percy Pickle the pavement artist has largely been forgotten.

Merry and Bright banner heading 4th July 1914

Merry and Bright banner heading 4th July 1914

Percy was the very first EVER weekly comic book pavement artist character. He first saw the light of day in the Amalgamated Press comic story paper MERRY & BRIGHT. Published every Thursday and costing half-a-penny (which was considered quite expensive back then) It was a mixture of written children’s stories & comic strip spreads with jokes. The first issue was published by the Amalgamated Press on the 22nd October 1910 and continued every week until 1935.

Here’s one of Percy’s Kerbstone adventures from 1914

Percy Pickle cartoon strip 1914

Percy Pickle cartoon strip 4th July 1914

For 25 years Percy was known by every school boy and girl throughout the land for his “Kerbstone antics” a loveable rogue, he was a master at drawing himself out of mischief and getting his own back on the law. Merry & Bright was part of The Amalgamated Press Ltd of London, and as such Percy’s antics were also published in Canada, South Africa, Australia and New Zealand. Tis without doubt; Percy Pickle was a pavement artist of international renown!

Written and researched by Philip Battle

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KNEELING FOR TRAGEDY (1922)

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Chalking for Charity

Today, charity chalk pavement art events are very popular, especially in the United States; chalk sidewalk festivals are raising money for a myriad of good causes, from providing aid to Vietnam veterans to supporting religious institutions. But as the old saying goes “there is nothing new under the sun” as this feature from the Daily Express, 1922, perfectly illustrates.

Girl pavement artists: Hyde Park Corner, London 1922

Girl pavement artists: Hyde Park Corner, London 1922

“Sketching on paving stones is much more difficult than working on canvas.”

That was the verdict of two pretty girl art students, who staked a “claim” at Hyde Park Corner early yesterday morning, and became pavement artists for the day, for the benefit of St. George’s Dispensary (children’s hospital), Pocock Street, Blackfriars

Girl pavement artists: Hyde Park Corner, London 1922

Girl pavement artists: Hyde Park Corner, London 1922

“We find this work extremely difficult and tiring,” said one of them. “We practised for a while in the backyard before taking up our pitch here.”

Their gallery lacked nothing in the way of colour. The “exhibits” included a boat with yellow sails; two children, in gay-coloured pinafores, playing with a ball of even brighter hues, and a mystery picture. This showed an elderly and somewhat plain woman, in a long robe, and a large black sombrero, gazing from a basement window. Was she looking for her Romeo?

Girl pavement artists: Hyde Park Corner, London 1922

Girl pavement artists: Hyde Park Corner, London 1922

Considerably more than £1 (£50 in today’s value) had by the afternoon, found its way into the young artists “hat.”

Published in the Daily Express newspaper, England (Thursday 1st June 1922)

Researched by Philip Battle

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All My Own Work: The Book! (2014)

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Crowd-funding NOW!

Since I started this blog, people have often suggested that I should turn it into a book, and that the stories here should be available to a wider audience, not everybody has the internet, and not everybody is interested in reading on-line blogs.

So now I’ve taken that first step towards publishing on the printed page. These stories, many rewritten, un-published and re-edited have become a book.

ALL MY OWN WORK: a history of pavement art

The FIRST book of its kind to relate the history of pavement art; from its origins in pre-history to the Victorians, Edwardians and the present day

ALL MY OWN WORK cover art

ALL MY OWN WORK cover art

I’ve sub-titled it “A history of Pavement Art” because that’s all it can be. It’s not a definitive account, but rather a start (THE FIRST) that touches on aspects of a forgotten world. To do justice to the entire history of pavement art would take three or four volumes! (Something for the future perhaps)

Also, the personal stories of individual artists plucked from historical obscurity and told here for the very first time; like Alice G Colman (1874-1934), Britain’s first lady pavement artist. Liverpool’s own child pavement artist James William Carling (1857-1887) with the personal stories of many others, and the social context in which they lived

Bringing the history right up to date with a description of modern day pavement art; festivals, events and the popularisation of the art-form across the globe, with examples of 3D anamorphic art, and other modern trends.

CROWD-FUNDING

All My Own Work-The book! from Philip Battle on Vimeo.

I’m looking to raise £8000 to pay for the production of the initial limited edition book. This will consist of 1000 hardback copies.  The book will measure approx. 27cm by 19cm and contain approximately 200 pages.

I have written around 33,000 words and have well over 100 colour and B/W photographs I’d like to include (subject to editing)

How can you help?

VISIT MY CROWD-FUNDING PAGE

Donate any amount, or use the rewards to pledge for advanced book sales….remember that no money is taken until / unless I meet my minimum target of £4000.

Or why not download the QR sign below, print off and display it at your workplace!

ALL MY OWN WORK RQ Display Sign

ALL MY OWN WORK QR Display Sign

Or download the E-Flyer and distribute it on your social network!

ALL MY OWN WORK-crowd-funding eFlyer!

ALL MY OWN WORK-crowd-funding eFlyer!

Please help me reach my crowd-funding goal

Many thanks for your time

Philip Battle


CHELSEA’S YOUTHFUL SCREEVER (1914)

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Boy Street Artist who caricatures MP’s to gain pence for sweets!

This article appeared on page 8 of The Daily Mirror newspaper 1914.

Chelsea’s youthful pavement artist Master Harold Tripp, aged 10, has utilised his talent for drawing as a means of adding to his pocket money, and has become a pavement artist in his spare time. A portion of his “takings” is spent in sweets, which he always shares with his six little brothers and sisters.

One of Harold’s pavement “works” in the making

One of Harold’s pavement “works” in the making

Chelsea has just produced the business artist.

In order to obtain money for sweets and other youthful necessities, Harold Tripp, a bright little boy of ten, who lives at Ulverdale Road/King’s Road, Chelsea, has begun work as a pavement artist; and is earning many pennies a day at his profession.

Schoolboy HAROLD TRIPP after purchasing sweets

Schoolboy HAROLD TRIPP after purchasing sweets

The Daily Mirror yesterday found the boy at one of his “pitches” in Chelsea surrounded by a large, crowd of admirers. He was on his hands and knees on the pavement carefully drawing in white chalks the figure of a lancer on a charger galloping along full speed.

When he had finished the soldier he drew some “portraits.”

Schoolboy Screever HAROLD TRIPP surrounded by admiring school friends

Schoolboy Screever HAROLD TRIPP surrounded by admiring school friends

“People like to see something up-to-date,” he said, as he executed two extraordinary caricatures of Mr. Lloyd George and Mr. Bonar Law.

Then, when Harold had finished his drawings he sat by the railings, took off his cap and waited with a serene smile for a flow of coins. “I love drawing soldiers and pictures of people,” he confessed, “and I thought I would try and make some money by being a pavement artist. Already people have been very kind to me, and I have earned enough to buy sweets for myself and all my friends.

“I see pictures of well-known people in the newspapers, and then I draw my caricatures. Mr. Bonar Law is very easy to draw. I also like drawing Mr. Lloyd George.”

Schoolboy Screever Harold, copying one of Mr Haselden’s cartoons

Schoolboy Screever Harold, copying one of Mr Haselden’s cartoons

William Kerridge Haselden (1872-1953) was a self-taught cartoonist who worked for the Daily Mirror & Punch Magazine.

I don’t know whatever happened to little Harold, but I did find out that his father was Philip Tripp, whose profession was listed in the 1911 census as “Hairdresser” The family where living in Lambeth, London in 1911, but they had originally come from Portsmouth.

You can read more about child pavement artists in my related blogs!

Published in THE DAILY MIRROR newspaper, on Saturday 25th April 1914

Researched by Philip Battle

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Presented at Court (1935)

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WEST END UNOFFICIAL ART GALLERY “MOVED ON “

I’ve written about REM (Thomas Reynolds) before, but this is the court case that actually sealed his fate as a pavement artist; although he did carry on working outside St-Martins-in-the-Field until at least 1940, his life was never the same again.

“Rem’s” Masterpieces May No Longer Be Hung on Famous Church Railings

What was probably the beginning of the end of a romantic story of an artist’s fight for recognition in the streets of London was heard in Bow-street Police Court yesterday.

PEOPLE who frequent the West End will recall a Bohemian figure sitting before his easel outside St. Martin-in-the-Fields, with a row of his canvases—including portraits of his own grave, spade bearded face—hanging from the churchyard railings, and turning that little corner of the city into an unofficial art gallery.

REM: Thomas Reynolds, outside St-Martins-in-the-Field 1935

REM: Thomas Reynolds, outside St-Martins-in-the-Field 1940

“Studied in the Finest Schools”

He is no ordinary pavement artist—though he will not refuse the smallest copper tribute. His skillful brush, which has earned hundreds in more prosperous times produces serious portraits, not still-life studies of salmon.

“I am well known to the general public as Rem,” he told Mr. Fry, the magistrate. “I have studied in the finest schools in Europe.” But his open-air exhibition may be seen no more. After ten years as one of the minor curiosities of London. Rem has been “moved on” by the police. .

An officer with no sympathy for art explained that the crowds who collected round him caused an obstruction. He also hinted that there had been complaints from the ecclesiastical authorities about the pictures on the railings.

Rem, a dignified figure in the dock, denied both charges.

“The Rev. Dick Sheppard has no objection to my working there,” he declared. “The pavement is 47ft. wide—if a regiment of soldiers passed there would still be plenty of room for people to look at my work. But they were not interested in art on that night, and I fail to see where the obstruction comes in.”

“You haven’t any right to use the pavement as your studio,” pointed out Mr. Fry.

REM: Thomas Reynolds, outside St-Martins-in-the-Field 1940 (Original Press Photo)

REM: Thomas Reynolds, outside St-Martins-in-the-Field 1940 (Original Press Photo)

Then Gaoler Stillwell, who had ushered Rem into the dock, spoke up unexpectedly as a champion of art. “He has been there ever since I have been in the West End,” he told the magistrate. “He ‘ is a wonderful artist, sir!”

Mr. Fry was not to be drawn into a critical discussion. “You mustn’t do this,” he repeated. “If every artist painted on the foot-way something would have to be done about it!”

Rem nervously fingered his spotted bow tie. “If I stayed in a back room in Chelsea I should never get any commissions,” he pleaded. “I should die of starvation, ”

“Besides,” he added—and a note of regret crept into his voice—”the crowds were not looking at me. Only a few people understand my work—I am a classic portrait painter.”

Once more Mr. Fry declined to be lured into the perilous realm of artistic controversy. His attention remained resolutely fixed on the more mundane theme of obstruction. “Ten shillings.” he murmured regretfully.

The “master” whose enthusiasm and enterprise had landed him in the clutches of the law silently departed.

It remains to be seen whether or not his work will continue to decorate St. Martin-in-the-Fields in gallant rivalry of the National Gallery opposite. . .

Published in The Daily Mirror newspaper: Tuesday 14th May 1935 (page 23)

Written by Beau Street

A champion of pavement-art

REM: Thomas Reynolds, outside The National Gallery, Trafalgar Square 1929 (Original Press Photo)

REM: Thomas Reynolds, outside The National Gallery, Trafalgar Square 1925 (Original Press Photo)

REM started as a chalking pavement artist outside the National Gallery, London. In later life he became a “board-man” and presented portraits on the railings of St-Martins-in-the-Field Church. He was even the subject of a British Pathé Newsreel Film & BBC Radio Broadcast.

He was the only pavement artist to be included in a Touristic Guide of London’s MUST-SEE attractions. When he was “brought to book” by the Bow Street Police Courts, his case made the national newspapers. You can read more about REM on the following link! Ruined by War (1935)

Researched by Philip Battle

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A JOLLY HOLIDAY (1964)

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The pavement art of Mary Poppins

I’m sure everybody remembers, the “Jolly Holiday” sequence, in which Mary, Bert and the children jump into the chalk pavement drawing.

AT THE CIRCUS - Peter Ellenshaw "pavement painting"

AT THE CIRCUS – Peter Ellenshaw “pavement painting”

People have often asked me who did the chalk pavement drawings for MARY POPPINS. Some have assumed that the director just ordered a bunch of low level animators to come along on set and start chalking away; the truth is far more interesting.

MARY POPPINS original pavement art studio photo

MARY POPPINS original pavement art studio photo

Bert’s pavement art scene was shot entirely on a man-made set at Warner Brothers Studio, Burbank, California; and contrary to popular belief, the pavement drawings where not done in chalk at all, but painted directly onto the set floor by Disney matte-artist Peter Ellenshaw. Under the direction of set decorator, Hal Gausman.

DICK VAN DYKE as Bert the pavement artist

DICK VAN DYKE as Bert the pavement artist

Walt Disney used to tell a story of how he met the British artist; “You know how I met Peter? I was walking around Trafalgar Square and there was this guy doing some drawings on the pavement. He was painting a loaf of bread on the sidewalk. He’d written ‘Easy to draw, hard to earn.’ And I thought the drawing was pretty good so I said, ‘They’re pretty good. How would you like to come to America and work for me?’ and he said, ‘Yes, I would, guv’nor!’ and that was Peter!”

Of course it was a complete myth; Walt loved to tell stories and have fun with the media, and the press would print it as if it were the absolutely truth.

Bert the Screever - MARY POPPINS Storyboard 1963.

Bert the Screever – MARY POPPINS Storyboard 1963.

The pavement art as it appeared in the film was well researched, featuring subjects and styles that would quite possibly have appeared on London streets around 1912; even the use of a single flagstone for each drawing, with a written description and decorative border.

Peter Ellenshaw was born in Essex, England on the 24th of May, 1913

After serving with the RAF during WWII, late in 1947, Peter’s art caught the attention of the Walt Disney Studios.

Thus began a professional collaboration and friendship with Walt Disney that would span over 30 years and 34 films.

Peter Ellenshaw - Disney Matt Painter artist.

Peter Ellenshaw – Disney Matte-Painter artist.

Ellenshaw was one of the last great practioners of the now-lost art of matte painting – a special effects technique which involved making highly realistic paintings on plates of glass that, when placed in front of the camera while filming a scene in a movie, extended the physical settings in which the actors were filming to create elaborate interiors or dramatic and fantastic landscapes.

Ellenshaw’s matte paintings saved Walt the cost of expensive location trips and elaborate settings. When Mary Poppins flew over the rooftops of London — that was the magic of Peter Ellenshaw.

Peter Ellenshaw's hand as it appeared in Mary Poppins.

Peter Ellenshaw’s hand as it appeared in Mary Poppins.

Continuity mistake: Bert, when adding the road to the fair on his pavement art does so with his right hand (this is Peter Ellenshaw’s left-hand, and not Dick Van Dyke’s right-hand). In the next shot when withdrawing his hand, the chalk is in his left hand.

Continuity mistake: When the kids meet Bert as a pavement artist, he draws a road with a single-arched bridge on his drawing. When they jump into the drawing, the bridge is double arched.

Continuity mistake: When Bert is showing Jane and Michael his chalk sketches and doing his tightrope demonstration, you can see the pigeons in the corner on the far side of the bench. In the next shot when Jane points out the English countryside, the pigeons are right behind Bert again and walking away.

Peter Ellenshaw was one of the artists responsible for the special effects, including the jumping into the chalk drawing scene. Along with  Eustace Lycett and Hamilton Luske, he won an Oscar in 1965, for BEST SPECIAL EFFECTS on Mary Poppins.

Researched by Philip Battle

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The Singing Street (1951-1964)

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The games children play!

In the 1950’s and 60’s, a group of Edinburgh school teachers embarked on a unique study of children’s street games and play activities. They called themselves THE NORTON PARK GROUP (Norton Park School, Edinburgh). In 1951 they produced a film called The Singing Street; games filmed in the streets of Edinburgh and accompanied by traditional children’s songs.

Opening Title from THE SINGING STREET 1951

Opening Title from THE SINGING STREET 1951

The publicity leaflet to the film stated: In songs where ancient ritual, myth, the mountain and the rose, mingle with taxis, telephones and powder-puffs. Old rhymes rarely dying – something new always appears. No-one asks “What does this mean?” The world’s accepted, poetry’s kept alive. Not meant for education or entertainment.

MARBLES: Chalk based street-game from THE SINGING STREET

MARBLES: Chalk based street-game from THE SINGING STREET

In children’s street-games, song, dance and chalking art intermingle seamlessly into the purest form of creative expression known as “the art of play.”

"Six Little Angels by my Side" from THE SINGING STREET

“Six Little Angels by my Side” from THE SINGING STREET

In 1964, one of the films directors James T. Ritchie, produced a book of the same name, the book cover included a chalk drawing and a chapter called ART IN THE STREET, which focused on children’s chalking art. In the book he states; that for almost three seasons of the year you will see the “peevers-artist”

Whenever the crocuses start to thrust through in the parks, and the thrill of longer light heartens everybody, the girls are down on their knees, chalking up the beds and giving each figure they make their own plain or flourishing style.”  

The Singing Street Book Cover 1964

The Singing Street Book Cover 1964

White chalk was the favourite medium, and on pavements and walls drawings would appear; the criss-cross games of OXO, along with a multitude of other decorations, shapes and symbols, hearts drawn with kisses, a cupid’s arrow, and then some initials; JS loves MM. The back streets have smooth stretches, greatly appreciated by certain artists. A place where children aged seven to nine do some marvellous drawings. One week they have bouts of drawing brides, and the next week houses—provided the rain showers have scoured the streets clean.

From the book: Playing Out at ALBION TERRACE, Edinburgh 1964.

From the book: Playing Out at ALBION TERRACE, Edinburgh 1964.

You also get houses in hearts, hearts in houses; as well as faces, fishes, cats, bears, trains, cars, ships and rockets. “I like to draw match-stick men.” “I draw nice women.”

Drawings are done very quickly and confidently, changes made aren’t covered up, the old idea and the new enhance each other, and there’s no rubbing out!

From the book: WALL DRAWING at Stockaree, Edinburgh 1964.

From the book: WALL DRAWING at Stockaree, Edinburgh 1964.

“Many of the drawings suggest the styles of established masters from severe Holbein or exact Durer, right on to the voluptuous sweep of Matisse, or the magic of Braque’s wandering line. Paul Klee must have been greatly influenced by these street graffiti for you see such a lot of his candelabra trees, his type of stars, and his kind of thinking”

In the early sixties the space age was a popular theme, and children would draw a very big moon, and opposite, a much smaller orb representing THE EARTH. Most children back then imagined the earth to be much smaller than the moon!

As well as drawings, writings on the theme of LOVE would appear “Jean goes with John” and imaginary place-names such as “Stinky Corner” or “Funny Avenue” would appear alongside slogans like “Ban the Bomb” or “I was here in 1963” who the “I” was remains a mystery to this day!

Written & researched by Philip Battle, with special thanks to Julia Bishop (Researcher-Sheffield University)

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THE LONDON BOOK (1951)

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Encounter with a London Pavement Artist.

In 1951, writer and illustrator Francis Marshall (1901-1980) wrote this eloquent account of his encounter with a London Pavement artist. It was published in his charming LONDON BOOK; a guide and insight to London’s life and culture of the 1940’s and 50’s.

THE LONDON BOOK: cover illustration by Francis Marshall 1951.

THE LONDON BOOK: cover– illustration by Francis Marshall 1951.

Here it is, transcribed in full:

THOUSANDS of people stream past him every day. “I know ‘em,” he told me, “I can spot ‘em.” And from his curious vantage point he is certainly in a position to learn something about human nature, for his living depends on it. He is a pavement artist.

“You think it’s all humbug,” he said accusingly. I had perhaps harboured some such idea, but on second thoughts I felt quite incapable of such a categorical opinion. He was too sure of himself. Goodness knows he had little reason for pride in any merely artistic sense, for his chalked scrolls and messages of good luck were indifferent specimens of the type of art that adorns ice-cream carts and coco-nut shires, and an industrious infant could have bettered the cats and cottages and rising suns he had inflicted on the paving stones. But he sat there so much at his ease on the little cushion he had made for himself, and so obviously regarded it as part of the fitness of things that he should sit there, that I recognized his confidence as being akin to that with which the engine-driver leans out of his cab or that with which the stage-doorkeeper regards enthusiasts with too personal an interest in the drama, and I began to think that it probably wasn’t humbug after all.

“If you don’t keep an eye on ‘em they nip past,” he said, watching the approach of an elderly gentleman with suspicion. The gentleman cast a surreptitious glance over the display, looked up, and was fixed by the basilisk regard of the artist.

“Thank you sir,” he said commandingly, “good luck to you!” A sixpence tinkled into the greasy cap, strategically placed a little farther along the pavement. The artist relaxed.

“Don’t they like to have a look though,” he said, “and once they’ve looked, they feel a bit guilty, I reckon, and that’s when I do the trick with giving ‘em a look back.”

He told me that he had had a street pitch for half a century. Rheumatism in his youth had prevented him going to work. I could not imagine a way of life less suited to a rheumaticky subject than sitting on the pavement in the London climate, but he seemed to have thriven on it. I did not ask if the treatment had cured his rheumatism, for illness is a subject which, once embarked upon, makes time pass more slowly than any other topic of conversation there is, but if it had, no later desire to go to work appeared to have worked very strongly upon him. He had a better colour than the office folk who hurried past him in fear of the clock while he sat there, greeting them cheerfully, and smoking a short pipe, with a professional growth of stubble and a cosy woollen choker knotted negligently round his neck.

A couple of smart girls with neat paper parcels came tapping past on high heels. He eyed them tolerantly as they went by without making any contribution to the cap.

“Gals is smarter nowadays,” he said contemplatively, “but they wos more fetchin’ before the Ole War.” I ventured to remark that they had not become patrons of art.

“Young gals never does,” he said, “not often. It’s the old ‘ums every time. I’ve one old gal—lives in one of them hotels round the corner there—comes every blessed Friday there is an’ drops a tanner. Regular customer she is. An’ not the only one—there’s a lot o’folk in London glad to have a word—pass the time o’ day, ‘ow are you, and thank you very much.” I pondered this.

Pavement Artist illustration by Francis Marshall 1951.

Pavement Artist illustration by Francis Marshall 1951.

“Wot’s the caper?” he demanded truculently and I saw two schoolboys in spectacles had halted to criticize the architectural qualities of the cottage he had drawn. Intimidated, they passed on. He reminisced.

“Morning after Mafficking—which you’ll not remember—two tarts an’ a feller in tails come and washed the ‘ole blooming pitch with a bottle o’ bubbly. And a copper come up and makes ‘em give me a sovereign….”

I raised the matter of finance delicately. No figures were forth-coming; I gathered that the Inland Revenue authorities had not been given any extra work on his account. He said: “I shan’t go to no workhouse.” He puffed his pipe luxuriously. “I’ve got me bacca, and tin for a wet, and I sleep dry.” I thought of the man in Conan Doyle who kept up bourgeois state on the proceeds of street begging. He looked at me shrewdly. I felt that a man who spent his life watching people’s faces was more of a thought-reader than most of us who spend our time staring at writing or factory benches. “I don’t come to me work in no Rolls Royce,” he said, disclosing dentures that were badly in need of nationalization. But it was a friendly smile.

A man in a bowler hat who might have been a barrister called “Good morning”, as he hurried past.

“Morning’ to you, sir,” shouted the artist, “enjoyed your ‘oliday?” He turned to me. “Very nice gentleman, that,” he said, “I missed ‘im during the war. Never passes without a word.”

It was borne in upon me that though the man on the pavement had been making his living as an artist for half a century without acquiring the rudiments of how to draw, he was an artist just the same. An artist in human sympathy? Perhaps that is it. People were certainly none the worse for him being there, and his unfailing cheerfulness was a pleasant feature of the streetscape. He was a landmark, with the power of answering back.

I made a small contribution to the cap. “Not obliged to,” he said.

I insisted politely. He took the coin out, looked at it carefully, and slipped it in his pocket.

“I’ll drink it then,” he said, thus elevating me from being a mere client, “but you ain’t obliged. Write books, doncher?” I admitted it. How the devil did he know?

“Ah well,” he said, “it’s the same as me, ain’t it? Servants o’ the public.”

I felt better for meeting him.

Written by Francis Marshall

Francis Marshall Cir.1950.

Francis Marshall Cir.1950.

Francis Marshall was a prolific magazine and fashion illustrator, who’s easy and accomplished drawings between 1929 and the 1960s did much to set the image of fashionable London.

Born in 1901, he had been educated for the Navy, but in the middle 1920′s he resigned his commission, having decided upon an artists’ career. He set out to study at the Slade School.

In 1928, he was taken on by Vogue where he remained until the war in 1939 took him back into the navy and off to Bath, where he served as a Camouflage Officer for the duration of the war. He was British Vogue’s star illustrator. He was distinctively English in the quality of his social observation, picking up pointers of class and social standing that show elegance and chic.

He continued to be active as a freelance illustrator after the Second World war, illustrating for the Paris couturiers but not for Vogue. He accumulated an impressive body of work to his credit.

Francis Marshall died in 1980 at the age of 79.

 

Transcribed and researched by Philip Battle

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Lapped it up! (1902)

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A tasty description of a Pavement Artist

From an issue of The Tatler Magazine, 1902.

Half their description is right enough, for they certainly draw on the pavement. Probably one who was an artist as well would make his fortune at the business, for the public is always fond of a novelty.

There is even a species that does not draw on the pavement; pieces of cardboard are used which are propped against a wall. This is scarcely a change for the better as the drawings on the pavement itself will be washed out by a shower of rain.

Both sorts have the same stock in trade. The pavement artist’s empire is one on which the sun always sets; there will invariably be a sunset. Also there will be a herring on a plate to prove that there are more wonderful fish out of the sea than ever went into it. And there will be a young lady with yellow curls and oh, such lovely black eyes; and there will be portraits of our Great Generals which will make their wives wonder how they could have married them, and explains, perhaps, why we have not more Great Generals.

TATLER: Illustration by SH Sime 1902.

TATLER: Pavement artist illustration by SH Sime 1902.

Yet one must not blame the pastelliste du pave, for realism has its drawbacks. “But, my man, that is not a bit like milk in that saucer,” said a passer-by one day pointing to one of the drawings on the pavement. “No, it ain’t, and it ain’t intended to be,” answered the artist with some heat. “I did one like the real thing once, it took me close on two hours, and then a beastly dog came and lapped it up!”

Written by Walter Emanuel

Published in THE TATLER magazine, England. (8th October 1902)

 

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KEITH HARING (1985)

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A pavement artist for a day!

“A more holistic and basic idea of wanting to incorporate [art] into every part of life, less as an egotistical exercise and more natural somehow. I don’t know how to exactly explain it. Taking it off the pedestal. I’m giving it back to the people, I guess.” Keith Haring

American "Pop Artist" KEITH HARING. 1985

American “Pop Artist” KEITH HARING. 1985

Keith Allen Haring (May 4, 1958 – February 16, 1990) was an American artist and social activist whose work responded to the New York City street culture of the 1980s by expressing concepts of birth, death, sexuality, and war. Haring’s work was often heavily political and his imagery has become a widely recognized visual language of the 20th century.

Pop Artist KEITH HARING surrounded by on-lookers Japan 1985

Pop Artist KEITH HARING surrounded by on-lookers Japan 1985

In 1985, he created this live art happening in chalk, on the streets of Japan. It was recorded by photographer Juan Rivera of Roulette Fine Arts.

KEITH HARING: Watched by a trio of young fans. Japan 1985

KEITH HARING: Watched by a trio of young fans. Japan 1985

“The context of where you do something is going to have an effect. The subway drawings were, as much as they were drawings, performances. It was where I learned how to draw in public. You draw in front of people. For me it was a whole sort of philosophical and sociological experiment. When I drew, I drew in the daytime, which meant there were always people watching. There were always confrontations, whether it was with people that were interested in looking at it, or people that wanted to tell you you shouldn’t be drawing there…”

Elevated view of KEITH HARING at work in Japan 1985

Elevated view of KEITH HARING at work in Japan 1985

“I was learning, watching people’s reactions and interactions with the drawings and with me and looking at it as a phenomenon. Having this incredible feedback from people, which is one of the main things that kept me going so long, was the participation of the people that were watching me and the kinds of comments and questions and observations that were coming from every range of person you could imagine, from little kids to old ladies, or art historians.”

KEITH HARING drawing in chalk on the streets of Japan 1985

KEITH HARING drawing in chalk on the streets of Japan 1985

Between 1980 and 1985, Haring produced hundreds of these public drawings, sometimes creating as many as forty drawings in one day.

Overhead view of Keith Haring's chalk drawing. Photo by Juan Rivera of Roulette Fine Arts. 1985

Overhead view of Keith Haring’s chalk drawing. Photo by Juan Rivera of Roulette Fine Arts. 1985

Haring died on Friday February 16, 1990 of AIDS-related complications.

 

Written & researched by Philip Battle.

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2014 in review

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The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 20,000 times in 2014. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 7 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

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TU’PENCE FOR ME SINS!

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How much do pavement artists earn?

As a pavement artist, one of the most frequent questions I get asked is “Do you make a living from this?”

The Beggars Petition! Arthur Orton 1871© Trustees of the British Museum

The Beggars Petition! Arthur Orton 1871© Trustees of the British Museum

In 1911, it was reported that over 1000 pavement artists where making a “full-time” living on the streets of England’s capital city London. Barely 10 years before it was around 500. The art-form was clearly growing, and in certain quarters, screevers had become tourist attractions in their own right.

A popular newspaper of the day surveyed “children from the country” asking them on visiting London “What would be in your top ten” no surprises then when at number five came the reply “seeing those FUNNY MEN drawing on the pavement!”

Reg Maurice postcard 1914

Reg Maurice postcard 1914

Artists where earning a living, but how much? Collectively, we don’t know, as no records or tax returns where taken; it was assumed that many where simply eking-out a living on the margins of society, depending on the scraps falling from the big table. How much an individual earned, could depend much more on luck than artistic talent; being in the right place, at the right time, appealing to public sympathy and hoping that the weather didn’t take a turn for the worst.

As in any walk of life, there are always the hangers-on, the “cadger screevers,” the ones who give everybody a bad name. Artists who couldn’t draw, the ones who pretended they had drawn something when they hadn’t; the con-artists & the aggressive beggars; pavement art had more than its fair share of these types, this left a negative impression with members of the public, perceiving an art-form peopled by “beggars & scroungers” and tarring everybody with the same brush.

But this view was as shallow as the flagstone surface on which a pavement painting was drawn upon. There were many artists who choose to become screevers not through necessity of means, but by a choice of lifestyle and furtherance of their art. These where the most successful, and gained respect and admiration among their peers; many of these “true artists” became successful careerists, and worked the streets full-time for 30, 40, 50 and even 60 years all told. Some would sell prints or take private portrait commissions on the street, anything to supplement and see them through the winter months and rainy days.

The “cadger-screevers” generally earned pennies and were very opportunistic in their approach, whereas the professional pavement artist could earn a fairly decent living.

In 1945, it was reported that Newcastle pavement artist Jimmy Morrison (83 years old) had handed a brown-paper package to a neighbour before he died.  When police opened the parcel they found Jimmy had a total of £2,000 in two bank accounts (£77,300 in today’s money) plus a further £282 (£10,900 today) in notes, silver and coppers.  In wet or fine weather, Jimmy was always at his pitch, close to Newcastle’s Central Station; obviously, the pennies steadily clinked into his “greasy cap”

Alfred Horton 5 shillings an hour in winter!

Alfred Horton 5 shillings an hour in winter!

In 1953, Cockney pavement artist, Alfred Horton won first prize of £5 (£126 today) in the National Handicraft & Hobbies Pavement Art Competition at Central Hall, London. At the time, he claimed to be earning as little as 5 shillings an hour in winter (£6.28 today) compared with 30 shillings (£37.66) an hour in summer!

In the 1960’s, it was claimed that London screever Bob Hanley, earned enough on a daily basis to have his children educated at a private school!

In 1921, the Daily Express newspaper reported that pavement artist Alfred Parrott, of James Street, Holloway, was earning in the region of £600 per year (£23,500 today) Parrott’s daughter said that when the weather was fine he earned between £1 and £2 per day.  (£39-£78 per day) He also supplemented his income by painting portraits in oils & chalks.

In 1924, it was reported in the same newspaper that “A good pitch produces more than £1 per day!” (£53)

In 1901, the Sheffield Evening Telegraph claimed that a local pavement artist was earning 13 shillings a day at his pitch in Sheffield city centre. (£70 in today’s money)

Some pavement artists where earning so much money, that in the 1930’s, criminal gangs where using extortion; forcing pavement artists to pay “protection money” to stay on their pitch….either that or get beaten-up, robbed & have petrol poured over your art!

So, how much does a pavement artist earn…..well, how long is a piece of chalk?

 

Written and researched by Philip Battle

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Winston Churchill (1914-1965)

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Taming the Black Dog!

In 1933, George Orwell described a screever as possibly one of the most interesting characters he had ever encountered. He also told us that on a good day, pavement artists could be found every 25 feet along the Thames Embankment; a fact that was well documented, right up until the 1960’s.

No surprise then that Winston Churchill encountered them during his parliamentary business. He was often seen admiring the work of the humble street painter and later wrote about it in his 1949 book “Painting as a Pastime.” Indeed, he cited the pavement artist as a major reason for him to take up painting as a hobby.

Churchill the Painter; in his studio at Chartwell House.

Churchill the Painter; in his studio at Chartwell House.

As he stated in his book “I stood agape before the chalk of the pavement artist” …in 1914, at the age of 40, feeling inspired, he bought himself a set of oil paints after dabbling one Sunday morning with the children’s paint box.  He said “I consider myself very lucky that late in life, I have been able to develop this new taste and pastime,” adding “To have reached the age of 40 without ever handling a brush, or fiddle with a pencil, to have regarded with mature eye the painting of pictures of any kind as a mystery.”

For Churchill, the pavement artist was a magical encounter and inspiration. He became a “hobby artist” until he died in 1965. He often said that art kept THE BLACK DOG at bay; it was his nick-name for depression, which he suffered from throughout his life.

Winston Churchill’s association with pavement art goes way back; in 1923, it was reported in the Nottingham Evening Post that “Winston’s strongly marked features are a favourite subject with pavement artists”

Churchill the Pavement Artist; as featured in Punch Magazine 1933.

Churchill the Pavement Artist; as featured in Punch Magazine 1933.

By the time of the Second World War, Churchill’s features had been well and truly established, often trodden under the feet of the pavement passenger; but come 1943 and a new face was taking pride of place in the screever’s armoury. It was reported that “GENERAL MONTGOMERY seems to have supplanted Mr Churchill in the affections of the London pavement artist. They find his features easier to reproduce than the features of the Prime Minister.”

Churchill referred to these “very clever” artists as “the Rembrandts of the street.”

Dropping a few coins into the hat of a favoured artist of the day, humour never deserted him, even in the darkest days of the war; he summoned one of his Generals (Colonel T.J. Cowen) to bring war maps to 10 Downing Street; outside, he found him making last minute alterations, kneeling on the pavement with his cap by his side.  The Prime Minister looked down, threw a penny in the hat and walked away.

…..and that’s how we won the war!

 

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THE RACKETEERS (1935)

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The gangs who terrorised London Pavement Artists!

It’s easy to look at the past through rose tinted glasses, painting a romantic picture of the Romany life of the pavement artist, but the reality was very different; unlike today’s street painters, there was no soft cushion of an organised event.

Pavement artists lived on the fringes of society, a lawless wild west with dangers to be faced every day. I have read reports of artists being robbed, beaten-up and even kidnapped and murdered by criminal gangs; this came on top of the threat of arrest by the police for begging and vagrancy.

London Street-artist near Charing Cross Station. 1932

London Street-artist near Charing Cross Station. 1932

In the 1930’s, there was a touch of American gangsterism about claims that London’s pavement artists had been terrorised by racketeers. Out of every shilling collected by the artist, eight pence would go to the bullies for “protection.”

The screever treasured his little bit of pavement. The flagstones the serious artist used for his canvas, required months of preparation and smoothing to make the “pitch” just right. Gangs would watch this work with great interest, when the artist had settled down he was told he needs “protection.” If he does not agree to pay, his life would become unbearable.

Sleeping artist, outside the National Gallery, London 1935.

Sleeping artist, outside the National Gallery, London 1935.

It would start with minor irritations….a broken bottle of oil, accidentally spilled by a careless passer-by, just after the morning’s work is finished, making a re-drawing necessary.  Before long, the pavement artist is glad to have “protection.” It saves him from being beaten up and robbed on the way home, or his pitch being covered in petrol and tar. Artists where often forced to buy their chalks from the gang boss, at extortionate prices.

Pitches which are worked with movable pictures (boardmen) were milked differently. Artists had to “rent” the pitch by the hour, and even the pictures where rented from criminal gangs. Certain artists where helped by babies and dogs, hired from the gang, a pathetic-looking dog would cost more to hire than a good-looking dog.

London street-artist (Boardman) with dog 1935.

London street-artist (Boardman) with dog 1935.

Artists without fixed pitches where the most difficult to deal with, so racketeers would send out “inspectors” who would travel across London, working on commission and extorting money from the casual screever or beggar.

This became a lucrative trade for criminals, with so many artists and musicians working the streets every day.

It became so bad in the 1930’s, that artists even considered forming their own union to help combat intimidation from bullying street gangs. This was not a new trick of course, and reports go back to the mid 1850’s when artists shared the streets with dancing bears, bull baiters and dog fighting gangs.

 

Written & researched by Philip Battle

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The Modern Movement (1964-2015)

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No such thing as OLD SCHOOL – NEW SCHOOL.

Art moves along a continuum where time is fleeting and styles & fashions change; today’s modern movement in time, will become history.

Over the last 50 years, the changes in pavement art have been seismic. It’s a world-wide arts movement that has given birth to a myriad of festivals and events dedicated solely to street chalking art. Places like Mexico, USA, Italy, Australia, Netherlands, France & Germany all hold annual street-painting festivals.

Disney’s Mary Poppins was released in 1964, and a whole generation of children had Bert the screever (Dick Van Dyke) as a role model. But the seeds of today’s pavement art were sown in the mid 1960’s with Flower-Power, music happenings, the Summer of Love and protests against the Vietnam War.

Magical Mystery Tour: film still, George Harrison playing chalk organ 1967

Magical Mystery Tour: film still, George Harrison playing chalk organ 1967

The Beatles featured a chalk piano in their MAGICAL MYSTERY TOUR film of 1967.

The concept of chalk pavement art as a career choice became a hip & happening concept.

Sidewalk Sam, Boston USA 1976

Sidewalk Sam, Boston USA 1976

In 1970’s America, pioneering artists like SIDEWALK SAM, and university CHALK-IN events across the country, helped popularise the art-form. A country that had little or no tradition of art busking, invented their own festival culture, based on the idea of the Italian Madonnari, who in some re-imagined way, was romantically linked to Michelangelo and artists of the Renaissance.

BLUE SKY-Original Press Photo: University of Chicago CHALK-IN May 1971

BLUE SKY-Original Press Photo: University of Chicago CHALK-IN May 1971

In Italy, the birth of the 24 hour religious pavement art competitions in places like Grazie di Curtatone and  Nocera Superiore, popularised the art of the Catholic faith.

In the 80’s and 90’s, festivals where popping-up right across Europe, attracting a new breed of student artists and trained professionals, the days of the itinerant, untrained screever where numbered. Pavement art quickly became populated with career minded individuals exploring new & uncharted waters.

3D art of Julian Beever

3D art of Julian Beever

The 1990’s saw an explosion in computer technology, and the birth of the internet gave rise to 3D pavement artists like Kurt Wenner and Julian Beever,  who have done a great deal to popularise street-painting with the spread of their often surreal images across the interweb. Anamorphic 3D art is not a new idea, but is perfectly suited to the internet age, capturing the imagination of the public.

Pavement Art of Ulla Taylor, from Australia's CHALK-CIRCLE 2012

Pavement Art of Ulla Taylor, from Australia’s CHALK-CIRCLE 2012

Pioneering Australian artists CHALK-CIRCLE (Peter Voice, Bev Isaac, Peter Gibson, Ulla Taylor and Jenny McCracken) created a new buzz down-under, inspiring a generation of serious street-painters, surprising and delighting crowds with topical, contemporary pieces.

Gary Palmer and his portrait of William O'Donnell USA 1992

Gary Palmer and his portrait of William O’Donnell USA 1992

While Irish born Gary Palmer, was busking his way around the world, producing original and fresh imagery to a new audience. In 1996, he published A CARPET OF DREAM, the first book to be published on pavement art in over 50 years.

Abstract pavement art from UrbanCanvas; St Helens UK 2003

Abstract pavement art from UrbanCanvas; St Helens UK 2003

In the UK, British street artists UrbanCanvas started experimenting with abstract and interactive pavement art, inviting members of the public and passers-by to take part and participate in creating art in a public place. In 1997, they became the first artists to work in Arab world, at the Dubai Shopping Festival, and their works have inspired festivals and events across the world.

Today, street art festivals such as Bella Via in Mexico, TOULON FESTIVAL in France and the Sarasota Chalk Festival in the USA (to name but a few) continue to inspire new and fresh artistic talent.

Like every other art-form, pavement art is fluid and continually changing & developing; who knows what the next 50 years will bring!

Written & researched by Philip Battle

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SCREEVER BOOKS (1982-2011)

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To celebrate World Book Day, what better than a blog about pavement art books!

Of all the art forms in Christendom, pavement art is the least written about; you can count the number of books published on both hands and still have fingers to spare; most of them have been written within the last 30 years. Although artists have featured in many publications, NOT exclusively concerned with screeving……here are a few exceptions concerning art-form & artists of the paving stone:

The James Carling Illustrations of Edgar Allen Poe’s THE RAVEN

ISBN 0-911303-03-0 Edited by Roscoe Brown Fisher (Published by Delmar USA 1982)

 The James Carling Illustrations of Edgar Allen Poe’s THE RAVEN (1982)

The James Carling Illustrations of Edgar Allen Poe’s THE RAVEN (1982)

Strictly speaking, not a book about pavement art, but more a catalogue on the thirty-eight illustrations, painted in 1882 by Victorian child pavement artist, James William Carling. It does have some interesting historical facts about Carling’s childhood as a street screever in Liverpool and the USA.

A Carpet of Dream

ISBN 0-9632862-9-3 by Gary Palmer (Published by RJD Enterprises, Los Angeles USA 1996)

A Carpet of Dream (1996)

A Carpet of Dream (1996)

A rare pictorial diary of works by Irish born pavement artist Gary Palmer; featuring works completed around the world between 1991 and 1996

The Sidewalk Artist

ISBN 13: 978-0-312-35803-7 (Published by Thomas Dunne Book St. Martin’s Press, New York. 2006)

The Sidewalk Artist- Novel (2006)

The Sidewalk Artist- Novel (2006)

A romantic novel with a twist in the tale, jointly written by Gina Buonaguro and Janice Kirk

Tulia Rose has left New York for Europe, looking for inspiration for her next novel. She didn’t expect to discover romance, but after meeting a mysterious sidewalk artist on the streets of Paris, she finds herself falling headfirst in love with a man she barely knows.

Pavement Chalk Artist: The Three-dimensional Drawings of Julian Beever

ISBN-13: 978-1770851597 (Published by Firefly Books Ltd USA 2010)

Pavement Chalk Artist (2010)

Pavement Chalk Artist (2010)

Mostly a picture-book with some historical background on anamorphic street painting; featuring Beevers work from 1997 to 2010

Asphalt Renaissance

ISBN-13: 978-1402771262 (Published by Sterling, New York 2011)

The pavement art and 3D Illusions of Kurt Wenner

Asphalt Renaissance (2011)

Asphalt Renaissance (2011)

A lavishly produced book; well-illustrated, with a couple of pages on the historical context of pavement painting and an explanation of anamorphic street-art techniques.

Sidewalk Canvas: Chalk pavement art at your feet.

ISBN-13: 978-0956438225 by Julie Kirk-Purcell (Published by Fil Rouge Press 2011)

Sidewalk Canvas (2011)

Sidewalk Canvas (2011)

More of a guidebook (from an American perspective) for anybody interested in the chalk art festival scene

Nicely illustrated with some good practical advice and tips for new and emerging street-artists

 

Written & researched by Philip Battle

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