Like many writers, I feel centered when I write, or it might be better to say, when I don’t write, when I can’t write for whatever reason, I feel, frankly, de-stabilized. It’s dangerous for me not to write.
Sigrid Nunez
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Tom Fairs, Untitled, 2000, pencil on paper, 8¾ x 6”. Images courtesy of the estate of Tom Fairs and Kerry Shuss, New York City.
Tom Fairs (1925–2007), a lifelong resident of London, left school at age 15 to become a messenger boy. After winning several prizes for drawing, he went on to graduate from Horsey College of Art and the Royal College of Art. Married to the writer Elizabeth Russell Taylor, he taught fine art and stage design at the Central School of Art and Design from 1954 to 1987. Upon retiring, he devoted himself entirely to his art, painting, and drawing every day. Much of his imagery was found in and around Hampstead Heath, where he drew daily in his sketchbooks. His artistic hero and mentor was Pierre Bonnard, whose delight in the ordinariness of daily life and its elevation to art was a shared passion. Like Bonnard, Fairs was a humble, unpretentious man, indifferent to the notion of career, for whom art, as he wrote in a statement in 2003, was a chance to have a “brief glimpse of the implicit order that lies beneath what we perceive as reality.”
—Bobbie Oliver, painter.
Tom Fairs, Untitled, 2002, pencil on paper, 5 ½ x 4 ½”.
Tom Fairs, Detail from Untitled , 2002, pencil on paper, 6 ¾ x 4 ¼”.
Tom Fairs, Roofs Hampstead, 2000, pencil on paper, 8 × 5.88”.
Tom Fairs, Untitled, 2004, pencil on paper, 5 ½ x 4 ¼ inches.
Tom Fairs, Untitled, 2002, pencil on paper, 5 ½ x 4.13”.
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Like many writers, I feel centered when I write, or it might be better to say, when I don’t write, when I can’t write for whatever reason, I feel, frankly, de-stabilized. It’s dangerous for me not to write.
Sigrid Nunez