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Park with Houses
Oil on board, 40.5 x 45.7 cm, Southampton City
Art Gallery
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Okay.
Continuing from where I left off, Eric Meadus and composition. What do I want
to say about this… I think it’s easy, at first glance, to conclude that Meadus’s
work is rather naïve (guilty as charged, Sir) but again, the more of his
paintings and drawings I look at, and the more familiar I become with them, I
start to see that the compositions are really quite sophisticated. He was
prepared to take chances too. Several of his paintings have large expanses of uncluttered
sky or foreground such as Park with
Houses (above).
The placing of the buildings in a strip along
the top third of the painting (Rule of Thirds; did Meadus know about this or
was it intuition?) leaving the other two thirds as a great swathe of green
shows his confidence. Many artists would have felt the need to fill the
foreground, or at least have some detail to break it up. The subtle change of
greens is all that’s needed to suggest perspective and a change in topography;
the eye runs down the slope to the darker plateau assisted by the tree trunk drawing
the gaze towards the lower part of the picture plane.
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Townscape
Oil on board, 35.5 x 40.4 cm, Southampton City Art Gallery
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In Townscape, the buildings take up
just the bottom half of the picture with an unrelenting greyish sky spreading
across the other. The houses are cropped and stretched and crowded together in
a gentle upward slope suggesting squeezed urbanisation below an oppressive winter
sky.
Meadus plays with perspective; flattens out and warps the
buildings. Walls almost seem to slide in front of each other to create
architectural conundrums which work so well. Railway Station, possibly Woolston, Southampton is a good example. The end of the building, which
should recede to the right looks like it has been peeled off the end of the
building and pull out to lie parallel with the side. Somehow Meadus gets this
to work – it doesn’t jar the eye at all.
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Railway Station, possibly
Woolston, Southampton
1964,
oil on canvas, 49 x 53 cm, Southampton City Art Gallery
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There’s
loads more I could say about this but this post feels like it’s turning into a
critical essay so I shall stop here for today. I still want to say something about
his drawings and about his creative drive so I will be back on this subject
soon. In the meantime, go and see the exhibitions for yourself and see if you
agree with me.