“Going there was like going to heaven”
One was entering a new world after the school system and this required re-adjustment.
It was all quite surreal.
I remember him as very energetic and organised.
We actually talked about art!
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)
Students were seen staggering out of the painting room coughing and sputtering and looking a bit like the Black and White Minstrel show.
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.
My time at BSoA was from 1960 to its closure in 1962. These
were pretty good years to be a student there.
Mr Genn collected them up, but one day I saw him kick one…
‘Art School girls fight to save nude statue.’
It was bliss!
“Don’t just DRAW a tree, FEEL a tree!”
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.