Last week I received an envelope with Goldsmiths stamped on it in red ink. I opened it eagerly in anticipation of my MA grades, only to reveal a letter telling me I couldn’t get them because I am in debt to the college. Having thought I’d tied up all the loose ends, an hour of phone calls and searching uncovered a sneaky library book that slipped my attention, resulting in a £3.70 fine (gasp). The book in question is Between the Eyes by Ralph Steadman; a kind of visual journey of his life and work, which is neither completely autobiographical or chronological. For those of you not familiar, Steadman is a British illustrator and cartoonist (born 1936).




You can read all about him here, but he’s best know for his social and political work, and collaborations with the writer Hunter S. Thompson. One of my favourite books is Steadman’s tribute to the famous author’s cat; The book of Jones; a beautifully written and illustrated little book about one of my favourite subjects (cats):

I love the way the character of Jones is expressed in the simplest of line drawings:

It’s ironic that a Steadman book is the book I subconsciously tried to steal from college, because Ralph Steadman has been a big hero of mine for years. Apart from the diversity of his experience (not just illustrating, but writing and visual journalism) I admire his expressiveness, quality of line and the way that he’s not afraid of making marks. His images always hit you between the eyes (hence the title) and have a powerful visual presence. As the blurb of the book reads; “Steadman uses lines and blots to condemn injustices, expose hypocrisy and exorcise his own fears about what humanity would do to itself unchecked”.
The other reason it’s odd that I’ve been hanging onto this book is that back in the summer whilst freelancing at Reos, we looked at Ralph Steadman’s style as inspiration for materials used in The Finance Lab workshops. There’s a great book by Will Self and illustrated by Steadman, called Pschogeoography: Disentangling the Modern Conundrum of Psyche and Place in which Mia and I found a skyline drawing of his that inspired a skyline sketch of London which we used in the visual communications design:

The final coincidence is that whilst at The Tricycle in Kilburn last weekend, what was hanging in the café, but an original Steadman? Of course I went nuts with enthusiasm (I’ve never seen an original before) and proceeded to embarrass my date by asking the people sitting in front of it to move for a second so I could get a picture. Here it is, apologies for bad lighting and iPhone quality pictures:


And here it is in the book! (bottom left):

Steadman may be a visual hero of mine, but this admiration is inspired by the way he thinks. In Between the Eyes his writing ranges from humor and stories to asking big questions like “Is it not possible for art schools to re-establish themselves as protectors of values?”. Whether drawing or writing (and he uses a lot of handwriting), he is warm, passionate, political, humourous, dark, giving, eloquent, shocking and subtle all at the same time. Whilst complex, Steadman is touched by the simplicity of life which make Between the Eyes a book of startling yet delicate contrast.
Next to the image in the book of the drawing I saw at the Tricycle is a passage comparing the perception of writers with artists;
“[writers] have always been regarded as the purveyors of useable knowledge. They have a way with words. An artist’s work is ephemeral and unearthly; remote and personal, to be enjoyed only in an arena of society’s choice…If there are people out there shaping our futures, then artists are people too”
(p204)
I agree, and Ralph certainly lives in and explores that space between what it means to be a writer and an artist. With increasing strength of feeling, I feel this is the space I would like to occupy. In whatever form, Steadman pays attention to and communicates humanity in it’s essence; alive and feeling. This resonates with the point of my dissertation; communicating through whatever medium a concern for and a love of life. Ralph Steadman is a master of this, which is why I admire him so much.
Books find you for a reason, and having only just started to read this one properly, I’m rather upset to have to give it back. I could just order a different one on Amazon but for some obscure reason I’m quite attached to this copy (some secret thrill-seeking fantasy of stealing library books probably). However, it’s not mine, it’s probably served it’s purpose and now is the time to let go which is really sad, but at least we’ve had a lovely time together.
Revisiting Goldsmiths will be fun too. I’ll report back on the experience later this week.








































































































