My Best Teacher by Graham Clarke BSoA 1958-62
“Going there was like going to heaven”
Michael Burke's Fond Memories of the BSoA 1959-1961
One was entering a new world after the school system and this required re-adjustment.
Autopilot
It was all quite surreal.
Memories of John Cole by Margaret Cuddon
I remember him as very energetic and organised.
David Webster's Memories BSoA 1941-2 and 1947-8
We actually talked about art!
BSoA Cycle Race
The students were segregated into those going on to The Royal College of Art (A) and those of us who couldn’t afford it. (B)
Cappi and the Big Bang
Students were seen staggering out of the painting room coughing and sputtering and looking a bit like the Black and White Minstrel show.
Beckenham School of Art – First day impressions
It was also the first time that I was confronted by the full nakedness of the female form, while interrupting a life class in progress, which at the tender bashful age of sixteen, was a bit of a shock.
Pigments of the Imagination
My time at BSoA was from 1960 to its closure in 1962. These
were pretty good years to be a student there.
Reminiscences Peter Stuart
Mr Genn collected them up, but one day I saw him kick one…
Big Boots
‘Art School girls fight to save nude statue.’
Mollie Russell-Smith at the Beckenham School of Art
It was bliss!
Escape to Beckenham by June Fraser (Cull)
“Don’t just DRAW a tree, FEEL a tree!”
A Reminiscence by Margaret Cuddon
It was not easy to persuade my father to let me go to Art School. No doubt he feared I was entering a den of iniquity.