Endre Hevezi, one of the founding members of the BSoE, talks about a recent commission that helped to revitalise his early enthusiasm for painting in oils. After a creative lull, Endre rediscovered his passion for oil painting after an unexpected opportunity to exhibit some past enamel work at the Redleafe Gallery in Tunbridge Wells.
It was nice to see old friends at the AGM especially after a break of so many years. I have lately quite faded out of artistic life, but now, having an opportunity to exhibit in the Redleafe Gallery at Tunbridge Wells, a bit of creative life returned to the old body.
I found a number of acceptable pieces in my collection but their frames were in a deplorable state. Self-made frames of venerable age with peeling paint and rubbed off gold wasn’t going to be acceptable. I was told that while it is important to have a good picture, the frame….now, that must be really good. So I must do something clever, like finding a frame maker that can talk in single pounds and not a king’s ransom.
In the last year or so, in way of starting a new life, I turned to paint in oils. Or, rather, I returned to paint in oils, the medium of my younger days. Having abandoned it for some 20 years I had quite forgotten how to use this wonderful medium.
Bit by bit my old skills revealed themselves and I’m now making solid progress. I even got a commission. A passionate bus driver requested a picture with a big red bus. The man is quite well off and bus driving is his hobby. He goes diligently to the depot at all kinds of unholy hours to start his turn. I painted him a picture with a big red bus driving around Parliament Square.
In my enthusiasm I also created some smaller paintings, just for myself, (thinking of rich tourists) which you can see at the head of this article. The painting seems to be a success. My bus driver client regularly looks at his commission and often appears to discover new details hitherto unseen. He even counted the number of people in the picture. Thirty in all. Which brings me back to my early Danish days, when my art dealer always wanted “masse menesker” (lots of people) in the pictures.