THE CONTEXT:
On the 23rd June 1944 a V1 Flying Bomb fell at the South East end of Beechdale Road, Brixton, with a loss of 9 lives. It totally demolished 12 houses and badly damaged 20. A further 20 houses were damaged in Endymion Road which intersected with Beechdale Road.
My parents and I moved to nearby Medora Road in June 1951 when I was aged 6, and my aunt and uncle moved to a prefab in Beechdale road with their children aged 6 and 4 at about the same time. Beechdale Road was only a 5 minute walk from my home, so between the ages of 6 and 10 I would often visit my cousins for an hour or so.
I passed the bombsite on my way, and would often linger to explore the remains of the buildings. Everything structural above ground had been demolished and cleared away, but at surface level there were the openings to house cellars and bomb shelters, and the ground was still strewn with fragments of the lives of the people that once lived there...shards of china, shoes, books, etc. It was always worth a root about on the way to or from my cousins. The unkempt look of the place also made it an ideal dumping ground for unwanted rubbish.
THE OBJECT:
I didn’t know what they were at the time, but my all-time favourite bombsite finds were the wonderful artist’s palettes. These were large rectangles of board or glass completely covered in tacky blisters of paint in the most beautiful colours imaginable. I loved them. I would spend ages bursting the blisters until the lovely soft paint oozed out. They were the first things I looked for whenever I visited the bombsite.
THE QUESTION:
Years later I became an artist myself...and it dawned on me that they were artist’s palettes...and that finding them in my youth was a sensual and formative experience. They helped shape my life.
I have always wondered about the artist who dumped his palettes on that bombsite in the early to mid 1950s. This was not an amateur artist...this was a professional and successful individual. The palettes were very large, perhaps a metre or more square, and the paint impasto was very thick. This was someone who could afford to spend whatever was needed on materials...someone who almost certainly had a studio in the area, and probably worked in a dynamic abstract impressionistic style to judge by the character of the palettes.
So – what chance would there be of identifying the artist? If needs be, I can live without knowing!
Fred