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A version of this article appeared in The Independent magazine in January 1988<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

This piece is republished here on the occasion of the retrospective exhibition to mark the 80th birthday of the painter and musician John B Vallely<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was, I suppose, looking for my father. The man sitting across the table might have been him. Not in reality. My father had died at the age of 48, when I was still at school, and this man was merely 10 years older than me. But, with the grace of partiality, he looked as I might have imagined my father to look now, given the arrest of ageing which untimely death allows. And this man\u2019s name was Vallely, too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All this is not why I am here, I thought. And yet it was. I first came across the name John B Vallely in Northern Ireland a decade ago. I was in the office of Sir John Hermon, then the Chief Constable of the Royal Ulster Constabulary, and the province\u2019s senior policeman had a painting by my namesake on the wall. Today, I cannot remember much about it, only that it was strong and vigorous, and that the canny chief of the constabulary was keen to emphasise that he had paid \u00a32,000 for it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For 10 years I had meant to seek the artist out, even as I also always intended to track down a man called Brian Vallely who was renowned in Ulster as a player of the traditional Irish uilleann pipes. They were firm purposes which I carried with me, ever unfulfilled, throughout the dozens of visits I subsequently made to Northern Ireland.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now here I was, sitting in his house in Victoria Street, Armagh City, opposite the man. Or the men. For the John who was the painter was also the Brian who has been at the forefront of the revival of the Irish pipes in recent decades.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was a sturdy man, a personification it seemed of his paintings \u2013 robust and rooted. Seamus Heaney said of John B Vallely\u2019s art that he \u201cliked its forthrightness from the beginning\u201d. The same was true of the man. But there was about him, too, the elusiveness of the ethereal pipe music which he teaches every week at the Armagh Piper\u2019s Club he founded 30 years ago. The two art-forms sometimes interact, as when he recently combined a musical tour of Verona, Bologna and Padua with a series of exhibitions in northern Italy. But there are many colleagues in each discipline who are unaware of his expertise in the other. \u201cIndeed, some people think I am two people. It can be,\u201d he says, with words as economic as his brush-strokes, \u201ca convenient deception.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He got a bit of gentle ribbing when Sir John Hermon\u2019s autobiography was published and revealed that Vallely had been the proximate cause of the police chief\u2019s second marriage. The chief constable, then a 58-year- old widower, was contacted by a 33-year-old law lecturer at Queen\u2019s University, Belfast who rang to upbraid him for some misdemeanour. He agreed to meet her and she went in to tear strips off him, but before she began she noticed the painting. \u201cThat\u2019s a Vallely,\u201d she said as she took in its strong composition and heavy impasto. They fell to talking and the painter became a matchmaker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

* * *<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Armagh is where Vallelys are from. In idle moments on travels throughout the world, I have opened the phone book in New York, London or even Dublin. Vallelys are everywhere in short supply. But in Armagh, the ecclesiastical capital of the island, there are dozens. Armagh is the place from which my great-grandfather \u2013 another John \u2013 emigrated sometime around 1880 and made his way to the North-east of England to a job in the steel works. He was, my grandmother told me, a puddler \u2013 a labourer who heated pig iron in a furnace to transmute it into something more refined. Further back than that the family memory does not go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But nor did John B Vallely\u2019s. Such is the general limit of the oral tradition. His grandfather had lived in the countryside outside the city where he was born in the townland of Drumcairn in 1858. His great grandfather had moved there from Ardress earlier in the 19th<\/sup> century.  Almost certainly we were related, but there was no documentation to guide us beyond the residual family memories.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We took refuge in coincidence. His father had been a schoolmaster; so was mine. His father had founded the city\u2019s Gaelic verse-speaking competition the Feis Mhor Ard Mhacha; mine had also been a lover of poetry. Both were referees; his for Gaelic football, mine for boxing (I can still remember the sour, leathery smell of the heavy brown gloves which hung, for some reason, inside the pantry door and how, in there, I cried silently in muffled fear the first night I put on them on before he took me down to his boxing club).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But where I had remained resolutely resistant to the sport, Brian, it transpired, has embraced not just the boxing but also weightlifting, cycling, fell-running and athletics. His enthusiasm led him to get deeply involved with the National Athletic and Cycling Association of Ireland of which he had been a member since the age of 14 and which his father and uncle had founded in Armagh in 1934. Indeed he became the Armagh delegate to the General Council in the late 1960s and was elected International Secretary in 1973 \u2013 in which role he had an uphill battle as the NACAI had been suspended in the 1930s by the International Amateur Athletic Federation when the Association refused to conform to the Political Boundaries Rule implemented in 1934. (When, in 1937 the Amateur Athletic Association of Eire was formed by six breakaway clubs from the NACAI, the IAAF accepted these six clubs as representing the 26 Counties of Ireland for purposes of international competition. And so the NACAI was suspended from all international contact.)  Brian travelled all over Europe establishing sporting links and arranging exchange visits with teams from both Western Europe and from behind the then Iron Curtain \u2013 under the umbrella of the International Workers Sports Federation, the CSIT. Brian, it was clear was a socialist rooted in old-style syndicalism. We were back to coincidence; my grandfather had been one of the founders of the penny-a-week trade union health scheme which was, so we were proudly told as children, one of the fore-runners of the NHS. Brian\u2019s activism had been more confrontational. \u201cFor his pains,\u201d said the catalogue notes from his mid-term retrospective at Belfast Castle, \u201che has had the dubious honour of being a guest of Her Majesty, on an issue of workers\u2019 rights.\u201d He was imprisoned on a charge, on which he protests his innocence, of assaulting a police officer on a picket line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Until 1972, Brian Vallely was a heavily committed civil-rights activist. \u201cIt was meetings seven nights a week.\u201d Then on Bloody Sunday, British paratroopers shot dead 13 civil rights marchers. \u201cAfter that, you realised you could be leading people down the road to be shot. It stopped all our overt activity.\u201d It was at that point, he says, he realised he had to choose between activism and art. \u201cIn the end I decided there were plenty of people who could do that, but not so many who could do this,\u201d he said, waving his arm vaguely around the paintings that lined the walls of the spacious terraced home which was built in Victorian times.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

* * *<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly, he seemed uncomfortable at the point the conversation had reached. We rose to inspect the paintings, some of them the work of artists he admires, but many of them his own. Several were of traditional Irish musicians playing fiddles, elbow pipes, concertinas and bodhrans. All around the front room with its spare gallery atmosphere lay instruments \u2013 a beautiful harp and heavy tin whistles nearly three feet long. In the hall, a dozen or more violins, guitars and uilleann pipes were piled up in their cases. Later in his studio, housed in an industrial estate known as the Armagh Business Centre, a score of canvases, liberally pigmented with heavy oils which exude an abstracted physicality, all had musicians as their subjects. They were variations as obsessive and as haunting as those of the pipe tunes he plays. And they were charged with the intense melancholy, aching lyricism and dark rhythmic power of this mournful nation\u2019s music.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Once, I had thought it my music. I remember the first time I went to Ireland in my twenties and discovered with the sudden force of revelation that the manners and mores of the place of my birth were those of Ireland. Our rhythms and rituals, customs and cadences, tunes and temperaments, weddings and wakes were those of another place, crudely disguised with a Middlesbrough accent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For a while I wondered about reconnecting. But it was a rhapsody which mistook romance for reality, a bogus MacStiofainism which could not distinguish between Oirishness and the real thing. And my father\u2019s maternal grandparents, I knew, by contrast, were of Yorkshire farming stock. I knew because I had traced their remains to the barely intact letters \u201cHannah and Ruben Ludley\u201d on a crumbling sandstone tomb in the overgrown old churchyard at Ampleforth in the fold between Yorkshire\u2019s wolds and the moors to the north.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So when Brian Vallely spoke of how he had visited his mother\u2019s family in Ballyhaunis, Co Mayo \u2013 a family with whom I thought I could have no connection \u2013 to hear them play the fiddle and flute in the rough, rhythmic, huff-and-puff traditional style developed for dances in the home, I knew that he told of a world which was not mine. It was perhaps a glimpse into my history, but it was not who I was. Like Brian Vallely, I had made my decisions, though my choices were not between activism and art. The voyage around my father was not yet complete. But in meeting this singular musician and painter I had travelled a little further.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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