Gallery to Show Art at Low Fees Starts in London

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 83, Issue 56, 8 March 1939, Page 10

Gallery to Show Art at Low Fees Starts in London

LONDON —A commercial art gallery with an ideal. This describes a venture with vital possibilities initiated here recently by an Irishwoman and a young South African architect. Mr Norman Lloyd, the artist, became .unvinced that new life could be poured Ji to the British school of painting if young artists could show their works at low fees. He expressed his conviction to two friends, Mrs ’Elizabeth King-Spark and Mr Matthys Taute, who translated his ideal into the Modern Galleries. The Duchess of Atholl performed the opening ceremony, when contemporary art was shown, including works by Flora Lion, Ethel Gabain and Arthur Burgess. ►Soho—that fragment of Continental Europe in the centre of London—chosen as the district in which the galleries would be most likely to thrive. Its French, Italian, Greek and Spanish restaurants are rendezvous of London’.' artistic world. Artists, it is hoped, will come to cat and stay to admire the works of their young, enthusiastic and rising colleagues. Unlike Paris, there are few focal centres for artists activity in London. Young painters lack the opportunity of exchanging ideas with their co-idealist•. The Modern Galliers, such is the em bition of its founders, will provide this opportunity and this stimulus. The light, airy rooms in a street of cafes painted red yellow, blue and green bring something of the spirit of Parisian artistic life into London. “How many cigars do you smoke t day V 1 “About ten.” “What do they cost you!” “Two shillings each.” “Heavens* That’s a pound a' day< ■low long have you been smoking?” 'Thirty years.” “A pound a day for thirty years is • ot of money.” “Yes, it is.” “Do you sec that big building on the orner?” “If you had never smoked in yooi ;fe you might own that fine building.” “Do you smoke?” “No, never di<L** “Do you own that buildinjrV’ “Ko.” “Well, I do.” <&>€>«> Example A tremendous kick sent the Rugbt ball over a fence and it landed beside a cockerel in a farmyard. A look of amazement came over the bird’s countenance as he surveyed the ball Then he pushed it into the hen-house and called the hens round him. “I’m not grumbling, you understand,” he said, “but I just'want you all to see for yourselves what is being <done in other poultry yards/’