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The mural in Trafalgar House, Edinburgh Road,
Portsmouth
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The story of the mural by it's creator, the
artist Eric Rimmington. |
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During the war there had been quite a lot of murals painted in Britain, in such places as the 'British restaurants' where cheap, good food was provided for ordinary people. These were to be found in most towns. By 1949 they were being pulled down or used for other purposes but I remembered what they stood for, and how the murals contributed to the spirit of the time. In 1944, while on leave from the army before going overseas I had made a trip to the Sandham Memorial Chapel at Burghclere in Berkshire with its cycle of wall paintings by Stanley Spencer, telling of his experience of army life in the first World War. I got there about two in the afternoon and only darkness could get me away. It was the most important art experience of my life; Spencer's feat of making 'grand art' out of small personal events seemed extraordinary. The idea has remained with me ever since. I didn't (and don't) have Spencer's visionary talent, his sense of drama, but I had and still have a fascination with the ordinary, with things which may not be noticed, what I now think of as a challenge to a 'hierarchy of importance' of people and phenomena. |
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In the Trafalgar House mural I wanted to
put into a space as big as Italian Renaissance
frescoes, the people around me in 1949. These
people had recently experienced six years
of war and I had them standing, unconsciously
taking in their position in history. The
background panorama shows the Vikings, Henry
VIII's fleet, the cathedral, the High Street
in the eighteenth century and the nineteenth
century Southsea Common. The 1949 people
stand in the town station. I thought of railway
travel (which had played such an important
part in everyone's wartime life) as a metaphor
for the passage of time. There are a lot
of servicemen returning home but also younger
and older people, nobody notable. I thought
their ordinariness worthy of celebration
in itself Some climb staircases from the
past (below) or to the future (above), though
this kind of symbolism was only peripheral.
Nothing remarkable happens, which in a way
is what the late forties and early fifties
were like; a kind of space or time between. Eric Rimmington |