Monday 16 June 2008

Pitmen painters

Sometimes I marvel at how far I’ve come. The young lad who’d never eaten out in a restaurant (though he’d done 16-hour shifts in a seaside café) before coming to London at the age of 19, and who thought that a sit-down kebab in Turnpike Lane was a mark of sophisticated living, now thinks nothing of going to the theatre a couple of times in a week, has membership to both the Barbican and the Tate, can talk conceptual art with the best of them and even took in his first live opera last Thursday. (Waiting for the Barbarians by Philip Glass – possibly not the best introduction to the genre: I thought the music lacked a catchy aria and I could have done a damn sight better with the lyrics.)

My mum and dad always understood how education matters; my mum even managed to pull off the feat of training to be a teacher and bringing up three kids simultaneously. But it was always more in the sense of it giving you some kind of economic security in life – an opportunity of ending that dependence on ‘pits, pots and steel’ for employment that limited (and when those industries closed, blighted) so many lives in my hometown of Stoke-on-Trent. Like most people from ordinary sorts of backgrounds, I grew up in a cultural desert. The very idea of art and culture was something that belonged to them – the upper classes, nobs, southerners, snobs, all of whom were conflated in our resolutely proletarian provincial eyes.

You internalise a disdain for that which you have been denied. The object of potential desire is transmuted into an object of contempt. And so it is with ‘high’ art and culture.

That’s something that Lee Hall, who wrote Billy Elliot and whose Pitmen Painters is currently showing at the National Theatre, understands both intellectually and emotionally. Pitmen Painters, which I saw on Saturday, is the story of the Ashington Group of (mainly) miner-painters, who started off by hiring a Newcastle University lecturer to deliver a Workers’ Education Association class on art appreciation and finished up painting their own working-class niche in art history.

The group became famous not only for its art – vibrant, non-nonsense representations of ordinary working-class life by ordinary working men (no women in the WEA in those days) whose harsh lives encompassed two world wars and a seamless cycle of six-day weeks at the colliery – but also for the fact that they remained avowedly ‘non-professional’. They continued with their jobs at the pit, or in one case as a dental mechanic, even when one of their number was offered a stipend (‘What the bloody hell’s a stipend?’) to give up work and paint full time. They operated as a collective, and any money they made from the sale of their paintings was paid into the group’s funds to cover the cost of materials and other expenses.

These were men who were not unknowledgeable about their subject, for all that Lee Hall’s play enjoys some laughs at the expense of their lack of learning. (‘Let’s see – Titian.’ ‘Bless you.’ ‘Leonardo is perhaps the acme of the entire Renaissance.’ ‘I thought you said he was a painter.’) ‘We’re not thick, you know – well apart from Jimmy,’ says one of the pitmen painters, George Brown. ‘We’ve just done evolutionary biology.’ ‘Most of wi left school when we were eleven, so there’s a lot of things we divvint knaa,’ says Oliver Kilbourn, who was to become one of the best known members of the group and was the one who turned down the stipend from the art collecting aristocrat Helen Sutherland. ‘But that’s why we come here – to find oot about the world.’ In later years, as Hall comments in his programme notes, they were to write knowledgably about Cézanne and Picasso and were ardent devotees of Turner, Ruskin and Blake.

‘Quite clearly, the working classes of the early part of the last century were aspirational about high art,’ writes Hall. ‘They not only felt entitled, but felt a duty to take part in the best that life has to offer in terms of art and culture. That 50 years later I could write Billy Elliot, a story about the incomprehension of a mining community towards a similar aspirant to high culture, seems to me some sort of index of a political and cultural failure.’ Hall says that the fact that the Ashington Group achieved so much unaided and unabetted ‘should remind us that dumbing down is not a prerequisite of culture being more accessible. That is a lie perpetuated by those who want to sell us shit.’

I think it’s more than that. It is a reflection of that poverty of aspirations that does as much, if not more, to keep ordinary working people down as any material poverty. And it is a denial of the opportunity for all of us to achieve something transformative in our lives, whoever we are and in whatever circumstances we find ourselves, and to experience the numinance of art (a word, incidentally, that Hall uses in Pitmen Painters but appears in few dictionaries and gets only 47 mentions on Google) - basically its spiritual essence, the thing that moves us, that transcends the everyday and the ordinary.

There is a hugely uplifting conclusion to the first act of Pitmen Painters in which the actors deliver a shared crescendo of lines, each speaking a quick phrase or sentence in turn, starting with their experience of a visit to the Tate Gallery; taking in the notion of art not being about money or ownership but about something shared, something cherished; capturing the idea of the force, the energy, the spirituality, the creativity, the inspiration of art; and concluding with the sense of art as something that you do rather than something you consume. ‘You can take one set of things – some board, some paint, whatever. You can take this one set of things – and you can make them something else. Whatever your circumstances – rich or poor . . . And that is what is important about art. You take one thing – and you make one thing into another – and you transform – who you are.’

It doesn’t have to be painting. It can be poetry, music, film, theatre, dance, football or any number of other outlets for the creativity, inspiration and artistic accomplishment and appreciation that lies within us all. Pitmen Painters should be performed at every underachieving working-class comprehensive in the country as an inspiration to those who might need a nudge to appreciate the existence of a world beyond that of Big Brother and celebrity culture; and to every single one of the shabby heirs to the labour movement that gave us the Ashington Group as a reminder not just of what has been mislaid along the cultural way but of how much might be achieved if only we put our minds to it.

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

Bugger you!! I just went to the NT website to book tickets on the strength of your review and it's sold out! Do you know if they will do more shows?

Fiona said...

Agree Philip Glass was not the best introduction to opera but then again I thought it more 'traditional' of opera than I would have expected. Though the orchestration and use of colours was very good in parts (more the beginning really) but it seemed to miss a lot of the musical climaxes needed to underscore the magistrate's internal stuggle so at times it felt more like a musical than an opera. May be this was more to do with the libretto ...I think you could have done a better job!

Steve Platt said...

Just got an email from the NT saying:

£10 Day Seats are still available and can be bought in person at the Box Office from 9.30am on the day of the performance

I'm also told that a West End transfer is on the cards.

Anonymous said...

I'd rather it went on tour than to the West End. With WEA evening classes on art appreciation in every town.

Anonymous said...

Hmmm mother was a teacher. Not very Billy Elliot really!!!!!

Interval Drinks said...

This is that rather thing, the play that engages the intellect - but is also full of heart and passion. I've seen little else this year that comes close.

There is talk of a West End transfer, yes, though where and when have yet to be settled on.

Interval Drinks said...

'rather thing'?? Whoops, I mean rare thing.

Steve Platt said...

I rather like the idea of a 'rather thing' ...

Anonymous said...

Thanks for the info about day shows and west end. I've just discovered there's an exhibition of some of the Ashington Group's work on as well so will definitely go to see that!

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Anonymous said...
Hmmm mother was a teacher. Not very Billy Elliot really!!!!!

You wouldn't say that if you could see me dance ...

Actually my mum became a teacher by taking herself off on an adult education training course when we kids were older. I was about eight or nine and we lived with our grandparents while she did it. She taught cookery to begin with (domestic science when it went up in the world), later doing extremely well in, among other things, careers teaching posts. I’m very proud of what she achieved by dint of her own hard work and determination.

It’s called self-improvement, something that the Ashington group of miners would have understood very well.