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A candle flickering pale against the dawn

2012 October 16
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by Paul Vallely

Robin Ironside, Grosvenor Museum, Chester   ¤¤¤¤

It’s a family kind of place, the Grosvenor Museum. This being Chester there is a child-friendly section on the Romans. There’s a Victorian Parlour where kids can dress up and play with traditional toys. Upstairs is a gallery of paintings with local connections. But to the side on the first floor is a small room which seems to belong to the eccentric uncle of the family. It is filled with small paintings, in water colours and ink. There elegant etiolated figures lounge in ruined classical landscapes and overgrown gardens. Images overlap and dissolve in dreams which turn to fevered nightmare. They are all exquisitely, obsessively drawn – and deeply odd.

The uncle in question is that of Virginia Ironside, this paper’s agony aunt. Robin Ironside was a painter, curator, writer, theatre designer and one of the most idiosyncratic artists of 20th century Britain. He was an extravagant dandified bohemian character in the style of his 19th century heroes Baudelaire and Berlioz. His was an extraordinary life.  Despite his extreme poverty he dressed flamboyantly, surviving on a diet of boiled eggs and a patent cough medicine called Dr Collis Brown’s Cholorodyne which contained opium dissolved in alcohol mixed with tincture of cannabis and chloroform. He also experimented with mescaline and LSD. That addiction to hallucinogenic drugs explains a lot about the fantastical nature of his sensual paintings, all skeletal claws and blank faces, ghostly silvery light, and delicate mauves and pastels.

There is paradox at the heart of his vision. It combines cool classical and rococo settings with romantic sensuality. It mixes wild fantasy with a draughtsmanship so precise he painted using a magnifying glass. It is moody yet intricate, decadent yet fastidious. His Street Violinist at Victoria Station is typical, contrasting the discipline of the Edwardian Baroque architecture with the messy humanity of the street life beneath its central arch. As a gay man at a time when homosexuality was illegal there is, in the sinuous sexuality of his figures in their restrained settings, a recurring metaphor of passion unexpressed, frustrated and crying out from a desolate interior.

Ironside was hugely eclectic in his influences. He has the visionary imagination of Blake, the precision of the Pre-Raphaelites, the mystery of Goya and the subliminality of Dali. He is not a major figure, though reproductions give no idea of how breathtaking is the fineness of his touch. But he was a candle flickering pale against the dawn.

Four stars

Grosvenor Museum, Chester, 15 September – 6 January 2013

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