Woodrow

Joash Woodrow (1927-2006) could have easily been quickly forgotten when he died in a Manchester nursing home. It was by pure chance that his rich artistic legacy was discovered. He created hundreds of paintings but they were never seen by others - never sold and never exhibited. They could have all so easily ended up in a skip (American: dumpster).

He lived reclusively in his parents' home in the Chapel Allerton area of north Leeds. Before and just after World War II he received  good formal training at Leeds College of Art and at The Royal College of Art in London. He knew what art was and what it might be.

Some time thereafter he appears to have suffered a nervous breakdown and spent the next five decades painting furiously and passionately but without the sustenance that other artists might provide. He didn't even have a telephone.

His brother Saul tried to visit him every week but never got to see any of the pictures that Joash had created. It seems that Joash Woodrow made art because he was driven to do so. It was the art that mattered, not what others might think about it.

After Joash went into care, Saul delivered a huge collection of art books from the old family home to a local secondhand bookstore and that's where several were spotted by another Leeds artist called Christopher Wood.  They included many overpaintings and drawings by Joash Woodrow.  Wood alerted a gallery owner from nearby Harrogate who effectively saved the collection from destruction.

Exhibitions of Joash Woodrow's work happened before his death and some paintings were sold but he never knew about this as his last three years were spent in a kind of mental incarceration and perhaps Saul  remembered that his brother had never actively sought acclaim.

Untitled and undated but just for a small taste of him, here are four examples of Joash Woodrow's art as discovered in his house in Leeds:-

A preparatory sketch




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Flower

 Rainy days

Are not 

My favorite

But they

Bring

My favorites

The blooming gardenias

And pink azaleas

And help 

Boom the height

Of the mighty sunflower



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Divorce Kindness & Milky Peaks



 I heard on the radio this morning that people can now apply for a no fault divorce. 
I am pleased to hear this, I really am, for it brings a kindness into an often unkind situation .
This is a no blame blog today, it’s just a reflective one , so please respect my wishes in any of your comments…the last time I used the word kindness in a blog title the shit really hit the fan.
I was sited in my divorce as behaving unreasonably during the marriage 
I remember reading the words in that little box the reasons behind them with disbelief and shock.
I was stung by the unfairness and fallaciousness of it all.
I remember my dumpy Welsh solicitor supplying me with sweet coffee and tissues at the time and she kept saying “Ignore the words , they are not personal” and I understood just why they were used as there was no other get out clause for my husband to go use and because he wanted to end the marriage he had to say the appropriate words to get the divorce wheels in motion 

And on reflection this was unfair on both of us.
Terribly unfair.
The new law with its no blame culture is kinder all round 
And I celebrate and welcome it.

Anyway that was my reflection this morning.
Over coffee.

I rang HR with my request to drop my work hours today. The counselling course will be a return to things I know and use but it will be an updated and new way of learning for me as it’s more theoretical side will challenge my naturally lazy academic streak.
Cutting my hours clinically will give space for my counselling course without everything becoming too much. 
I’m not about to let go of my post lockdown freedoms now 
Not for anything

And so in the spirit of all that I’m meeting a friend shortly for a walk followed by brunch and tonight I’m meeting another friend to see Milky Peaks which is a gay musical which takes a side swipe at Welsh Nationalism and identity within a North Wales mountain town.

Like you do……..





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