
What you possibly didn't know about Sargy, that he :
* was born as Martin, son of Maisie and Stanley, in Hythe, Kent in 1937 and at the age of 13 was packed off to Dartington Hall School, Devon, a 'progressive', co-educational boarding school opened in 1926, based on the ideas of Rabindranath Tagore, without corporal punishment and uniforms, with an emphasis on student self-government and where he broke up his wooden bed with the axe bought for his 8th birthday and mastered the art of playing chess in blindfold.
* developed a keen interest in maths, physics and sports and adopted the stage name 'Sargy' when "there were some older boys in the school in the school and our music master who were very much into jazz. They didn't have a drummer so I started playing, unbelievably badly, but it became a big passion for me."
* later recalled : "Growing up, my sister was the artistic one. My great passion was sport and I wanted to be a professional footballer or cricketer. The school we went to was very liberal – the kind of place where you didn’t have to go to lessons – and I barely spent any time in the art room. Though I remember once wanting to draw a man chopping down a tree: I stood in front of my mother’s full-length mirror and swung a walking stick so I could get the action right. It was the first time I’d ever drawn directly from nature, and tried to understand something by really looking hard."

* at the age of 21 in 1958 enrolled at Hammersmith Polytechnic to study for 'A' levels as entrance qualifications for a university maths degree, but instead of attending lectures went to the Natural History Museum to draw, met an art student who saw his work and said "I ought to be at art school and, in that instant, I realised that was what I wanted, more than anything else in the world, I’d just never admitted it to myself."


* moved to Tottenham Court Road in 1964, where he lived with a number of 'creative individuals' and in 1965 with his artistic interest in perception, experimented with LSD and obsessed with ways of seeing, felt that the eye was an entirely passive collector of visual stimuli and 'seeing' was a learned activity that went on in different, discrete parts of the brain
an imaginative exercise which collated form, colour and light into an understandable picture of the world and one constantly made up as you went along.


* in 1973, at the age of 36, successfully exhibited at the 'Salisbury Festival of Arts', organized by Elizabeth and Geraint Jones and featured his 'Lemmons Bathroom' works and followed this with his 'Sketchbook Collection' but found his career placed in jeopardy when he developed cataracts in both eyes.

* greeted his altered vision with artistic curiosity: "my world had become greyer and hotter. I was a human spectroscope such that I could see that a sodium streetlamp was monochrome because it only had an orange halo whereas a car tail light of the same colour had a spectral halo", but was also left with one eye seeing differently to the other, forcing him to experiment with 'single eye' versus 'double eye' vision and finally, after retinal detachments and burst corneal ulcerations was left almost blind in one eye.
* at the age of 50 in in 1987, recalled : "my really big break came when the dealer Christopher Burness (and gallery owner of the Cadogan Contemporary) saw some of my work and, amazingly, gave me a whole show. Suddenly, my paintings were selling at fantastically higher prices than I’d been charging and I was able to give up teaching, which, because of my deteriorating eyesight, was getting to be a bit ridiculous anyway. I once turned up late to a life drawing class and failed to spot the model standing nude about 12 feet in front of me."
* gave up teaching when officially 'registered blind' in 1988 and as a full-time painter, sought to support his young family with Frances in their South London home and pieced together bits of the world with his one 'good' eye by looking through a specially modified telescope and when he went painting, often took a white stick, which on one occasion prompted his son's friend to suggest that : "your dad is probably the best blind painter in Peckham".
* remained professionally active in the art world and served as co-curator for the 'Bonnard at le Bosquet' Exhibition at the Hayward Gallery in London and throughout the 1990s, as a visiting lecturer in Italy at the 'Verocchio Art Centre' and in Britain at the 'Royal Drawing School' and exhibited extensively at the Royal Academy, Royal College of Art and the Mall Galleries.

* acknowledged Peter's reflection that :"The film I ended up making about my father was very different to the one I had in my head when I started it. I had wanted to make a film about visual perception, I thought that watching a 'blind' man talk so passionately about a visual experience that most people would imagine was a useless mess would be an interesting insight into fundamental ideas about what 'seeing' is. What complicated this was that he went completely blind before I had really started to make the film. In the end I made a film about a particular moment, that is, I think, in its own way quite an interesting story." https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XNteWnGXRaU&t=2m10s
* planning to paint scenes as soon as he got home, returned the day before his 68th birthday, but woke up the next morning with a strong pain in his left eye, which when his wife, Frances, looked at it, said : "Oh my God, it's bleeding" and was faced with the certainty of what he had been dreading for a long time: the ulcer on his cornea had perforated causing the eye to collapse marking the start of his total blindness. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7F_DURj-A84&t=0m33s
* wondering what he would do with the rest of his life and feeling his way to his studio by the river, reconsidered the light and space of Cadaques he'd been planning to paint and recalled : "Well, I thought. I have got a ready stretched canvas and all my paint and brushes that I had imagined giving away, so why not have a go?" and put the canvas on the windowsill outside his studio, carried out his painting trolley to the usual place and started to feel the canvas and imagine his subject: a bar scene already painstakingly mapped out. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7F_DURj-A84&t=1m4s
* continued : "After a bit I thought: 'Well here goes,' and loaded a brush with ultramarine. What followed was one of the strangest sensations of my life: I 'saw' the canvas turn blue as I put the paint down. Next I put my Schminke magenta, and 'saw' it turn rose. The colour sensation didn't last, it was only there while I was putting the paint down, but it went on happening with different colour."

.* reflected that : "Once I had started painting blind, there was no stopping me. It just became the new way of doing it. It was difficult, but art had always been difficult, and having a new set of difficulties was no bad thing" and thought that it was a bit like a deaf composer hearing orchestra parts in his head and in 2006 co-wrote with Peter 'Sargy Mann: Probably the Best Blind Painter in Peckham' to accompany the film which Peter had made.
* had played drums over the years in performance with distinguished jazz musicians Dave Holland and Don Rendell and in 2007 played with saxophonist Bobby Williams in at the Fisher Theatre, Bungay of whom he said : "We knew each other distantly in the 1960s and have played together occasionally since. I idolised him from afar" and "blindness is only a slight disadvantage when playing with others. Because of the way it is structured you can get people who have never played together and straight away, without ant rehearsal, you can put on a very good performance. My only terror is that like all very good jazz musicians he likes to play very fast and if he does, it is obviously a matter of hanging on for dear life !"




he was strong enough to play two medium tempo numbers and said : “It was one of those rare occasions when everything comes together and everyone excels.” http://ow.ly/LvbWS
* beyond his brushes provided Britain with a lasting and inspiring example of optimism and fortitude :
"I was saying to someone at the private view how incredibly lucky I have been. I had about 25 years' apprenticeship for going blind. It was a bugger, but I kept working out how to paint over those 25 years, and my brain kept finding new ways to see the world, if you like."
"I played a bit of cricket as a boy and I've always likened picking up a brush to a cricketer picking up a cricket bat, just that act fills you with possibility of hitting it out of the middle. There is not so much of that for me now, but it's still more than enough to get me up in the mornings."
"I haven't really spent much time at all being miserable about my loss of sight. I haven't grieved for it. I have a moment every few days when I am painting, when I think 'Oh fuck, I wish I could see that'. And when my daughter has her baby, soon, I may have some moments of wishing I could see it, but I will hold it and smell it and that's the way my life works now, and it's a good life."
Thank you for the tribute to such a wonderful creative soul
ReplyDeleteFascinating tribute - thank you! I was Librarian at Camberwell School of Art from 1968 till 1998, and knew Sargy well. He used the library a lot, and I used to help him find things and have discussions with him on - among others - Bonnard, whom he greatly admired. A lovely man - modest, gentle, friendly, always ready to laugh.
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