How long can Liverpool keep on losing
links with its past and its history.
Arthur Dooley was a sculptor that I
believe could not have come from anywhere other than here in my home
town of Liverpool.
I fought to try and save herbert Tyson
Smith's sculpture studio at the Bluecoat, predicting it would become
a cheap and nasty gift shop. Guess what has happened.
There next to the garden was an
evocative and inspiring glimpse of a man who helped form modern
Liverpool.
http://waynecolquhoun.blogspot.co.uk/2012/11/herbert-tyson-smith-bronze-piece-of-week.html
He sculpted many of the reliefs on
buildings such as Martins Bank Building with its slave iconocraphy
and a lot of monuments around the town.
His stone carving that was on display
at the Old Post office has been restored and is on show in the Met
Quarter which now stands on the site. It may be slightly tucked away
from the main drag but none the less with a little seaching you can
easily find it. Herbert Tyson smith may have been accepted by the
establishment and Liverpools merchant classes. Arthur Dooley never
was although most of his work was for the clergy who also had a
rennaisance in fortune after the second world war, where they were
rebuilding and modernising building some godawful structures along
the way.
Now another chance goes begging.
It was Arthur Dooley, I am led to
believe who coined the phrase Paddy's Wigwam the Metropolitan
cathedral of Christ The King, that is now becoming part of the
accepted landscape, mainly by people who dont recall that it was
Jerry built and leaked like a collander and needed extensive repairs
within years.
Dooley was a character that did not
hold back his punches, literally being a bit of a boxer himself he
came to blows during one argument with ..........in The
Everyman..........now demolished to make way for the New
Everyman........isnt that a sexcist term these days, shouldnt it be
called the Everyperson.
I know he would have been fighting against
its demolition if he was alive.
He would also have put up a good fight to save Tyson-Smiths Studio.
Now his last studio in Seal street has
been ransacked by cretinous property developers right next to the
psuedo Liverpool Acadamy of arts that held a fantastic Dooley
exhibtion in 2008.
The Acadamy of arts is a pale shadow of
its original form that Dooley helped to recreate but none the less it
had finance to stage a wonderful exhibition.
June Lornie who runs the present
Acadamy has not been able to do anything to inform the public as to
the impending disaster that has now unfolded I am informed
regrettably, due to ill health.
So no one knew until it was too late.
Whether or not the Do Littles of this
city would have cared anyway.
Whether it would have interupted their
Frapaccino lifestyle and they could have helped save it, is now
hypathetical, or maybe just pathetical.
A sad epitaph is now that
no-one except the Dooley speculators care. Some of those speculators
pretending to be interested in art that wouldn't know a decent
sculpture if it fell on them.
Dooley wasn't the best sculptor around.
In fact he wasn't even a good sculptor, he got it wrong more times
than he got it right.
But he had something inside him that drove
passion which is what we all are now familiar with.
He fought for things he believed in.
Its not his fault that in
Brain Drain Liverpool he didn't have a tradition of artistic training
for the working class and he became a metalworker first and then used
his experience to manufacture emotion by default. Dooleys son Paul
told me that upon his fathers death in 1994 the phone never stopped
ringing with people who wanted to buy his work, sensing a upward
trend they now wanted to buy his art, when for decades he had
struggled to pay the bills.
This
is his studio almost intact at 34-36 Seel Street he was a active
member of the Liverpool Academy. He campaigned to have the right for
Liverpool artists to show their wares outside the Bluecoat. He is
slowly being recognised as an important man active in town planning
not afraid to have his say.
Remember
Him.
I warned about this years ago. It is a
sad day when one of Liverpool's ebulient characters studio is
ransacked to turn it into …......flats.