FRANK AUERBACH WITH HIS SELF PORTRAIT IN THE NPG. 14 May 2002 PILSTON

A Tribute to Frank Auerbach (1931–2024)

Frank Auerbach, one of the most important and unique voices in contemporary art, passed away on 11th November, leaving a profound legacy in the world of painting. His death marks the end of an era, but his work—raw, visceral, and deeply human—will endure for generations to come. Auerbach’s paintings, which often appeared as works of fierce immediacy, were also the products of an unrelenting pursuit of truth and an intimate understanding of his subjects.

Frank Auerbach Self-Portrait (1958)
Frank Auerbach Self-Portrait (1958)

Frank Auerbach, one of the most important and unique voices in contemporary art, passed away on 11th November, leaving a profound legacy in the world of painting. His death marks the end of an era, but his work—raw, visceral, and deeply human—will endure for generations to come. Auerbach’s paintings, which often appeared as works of fierce immediacy, were also the products of an unrelenting pursuit of truth and an intimate understanding of his subjects.

Born in 1931 in Berlin, Auerbach’s life and art were shaped by history, by the upheavals of World War II, and by the quiet intensity of urban London. His parents were, jewish and were part of a thriving and integrated community fully assimilated into German society. His father, Max, who had served in the German army, was a lawyer, and his mother, Charlotte, had studied art. In 1939 his parents, concerned by the escalating, violent anti-semitism of Nazi Germany, dispatched Frank then aged 8 to England via the Kinder transport, he never saw them again. Sporadic letters from them conveyed via the Red Cross, ceased in 1943. Only much later did he learn that they had both been taken to Auschwitz early in March 1943 and both has died there that year. Talking about this time in his life on BBC radio’s ‘This Cultural life’ first broadcast on January 27th this year, he says “I am in total denial, and it has worked very well for me. To be quite honest I came to England, and it truly was a happy time. There’s just never been a point in my life when I wished I had parents.” Indeed, it did all work out well for him. He had the good fortune to find himself with some of the other Jewish Refugees at Bunce Court, a Quaker school in Kent which he loved and where he excelled in Art and Drama. In 1947 he was naturalised as a British Citizen and moved to London. He decided at the age of 16 to become an artist and attended art classes at Borough Polytechnic, now London South Bank University where the famous British painter David Bomberg taught him. Following this he was accepted at St. Martin’s School of Art.

It is tempting, to see Auerbach’s need for routine, his desire to keep the same sitters in the same place year after year, as a reaction to his childhood. Equally he lived within a very tight local orbit, and his subject matter comes almost entirely from his immediate environs of North London and his studio with its unfailingly regular and intensely loyal sitters.

In the early 90’s I had the pleasure of meeting one of these sitters, the art collector and academic Ruth Bromberg (1921-2010). Ruth sat regularly for Frank for two hours every Thursday for almost seventeen years. I asked myself why ? I found the answer in a letter Ruth wrote to Frank in 2008 published by the British Museum. Due to failing health Ruth reluctantly relinquished her duties as sitter, she wrote sadly to Frank as follows.’ I know how important your sitters are to you, and I would not wish to be the cause of disruption in your work schedule…I cherish my hours spent in the studio, my home away from home…Thursday afternoons will never be the same again and I feel the loss.’

Ruth Bromberg Frank Auerbach
Head of Ruth Bromberg (2005)

Frank’s brushwork, a relentless engagement with the surface of the canvas, was a testament to his tireless search for meaning beneath the layers of the everyday world. His portraits, are at once fiercely abstract and deeply personal, capturing the essence of the individual through the weight of paint and the tension of form.

Auerbach’s paintings are known for their emotional depth and complexity, born of years of painstaking observation and reworking. He would often spend months, even years, refining a single portrait or cityscape, digging deeper each time into the texture and emotion beneath the visible surface. His relentless approach to painting was not only about achieving perfection but about honing a profound connection between artist and subject. Each stroke on the canvas, each layering of thick impasto, spoke to Auerbach’s belief in the struggle to capture truth and memory—never an easy task, but one that demanded everything of him.

Mornington Crescent by Frank Auerbach
Mornington Crescent (1969)

His works were never concerned with trends or the fashion of the moment; instead, Auerbach’s paintings radiated an honesty and integrity that transcended time. His commitment to figuration, at a time when abstraction was dominant, and his resistance to simplification, made him a singular figure in British art. He was a master of his craft, but never complacent; always evolving, always questioning. He was a painter’s painter and his opinion really mattered to his fellow artists, particularly to his close friend Lucian Freud, who would not consider a work finished until Frank had seen and approved it.  

Head of Lucien Freud by Frank Auerbach
Head of Lucien Freud (1960)

Throughout his life, Auerbach remained a fiercely private individual, rarely seeking the limelight. Yet, his work spoke loudly, its emotional power reverberating in galleries and collections around the world. His portraits were not just depictions of faces—they were psychological explorations, capturing the depth of the inner life of his subjects. His cityscapes, on the other hand, were a meditation on the persistence of memory, as well as the transformation of place over time.

Auerbach’s influence, though perhaps understated in some circles, was profound. His legacy is not merely in the works themselves but in the way he taught us to see: to engage with the world with intensity, with a fierce awareness of its complexities and contradictions, and to never settle for the surface.

In his passing, the world has lost a giant. But the impact of Frank Auerbach’s work will continue to inspire and challenge us for many years to come. His paintings will live on, continuing to confront us with the same questions he asked of himself throughout his career: ‘What does it mean to capture a moment, a face, a city? How can we, as artists and as people, approach the world with the depth and urgency it deserves?’

Rest in peace, Frank Auerbach. Your vision, your dedication to your art will never be forgotten.

Jonathan Horwich, 14/11/2024

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Sir Terry Frost, 1915-2003

To be asked to write an article about one of my favourite artists is truly a delight. Sir Terry Frost’s muse wasn’t a person but the Cornish town of St Ives. Thanks to Covid this unique seaside town with all its artistic heritage, glorious light, sights and sounds of the sea, which was for so long an inspiration for Terry, is now the ‘go to’ vacation spot for families across the UK, so hopefully current and future generations will get to see for themselves just what inspired Terry and so many other great artists over the years.

Terry was born and brought up in Warwickshire, he left school at 14 and started work locally, working mostly manual jobs with no sense that his natural artistic ability would ever make him a living. When war came he served as a regular soldier, first in France then the Middle East and Greece before joining the Commandos. While serving with them in Crete in June 1941 he was captured and sent to various prisons for the duration of the war. During his time at Stalag 383 in Bavaria, he met the painter Adrian Heath who saw Terry’s talent and encouraged him to paint. Terry later described these years as ‘a tremendous spiritual experience’, he felt that he had gained ‘a more aware or heightened sense of perception during my semi starvation.’




As soon as the war was over, Terry went to study at the Birmingham College of Art, he soon discovered the action was in London and moved down to Camberwell School of Art. By 1946 he had removed to study at St Ives School of painting for one year where he held his first one man exhibition in 1947. He continued his studies in London and Cornwall and when in 1950 he was elected a member of the Penwith Society, he made a move to St Ives in 1951. He later taught at Leeds and in Cyprus and finally settled in Banbury, Oxfordshire in 1963.
In 1960, Frost held his first one-man show in New York at the Bertha Schaefer Gallery. This exhibition was a seminal moment in his career and he said of this experience:
In New York they all came to my exhibition, de Kooning, Rothko, Klein. Newman and Motherwell all took me to their studios.

I accepted it all as normal and they accepted me. They were all painters struggling to get somewhere like I was. They worked hard; they would sleep until noon, do eight or nine hours in the studio, and then starting at eleven at night proceeded to drink me under the table! Then we’d go out at four in the morning and have breakfast at a Chinese restaurant.’

I first met Terry in the 1980’s during my early days at Christie’s, I would see him either at our auction preview ‘Drinks’ or at his shows at the Whitford gallery just around the corner in Duke Street. He was always full of fun and told great stories such as this one from his days working in the 1950’s as an assistant to the sculptor Barbara Hepworth in her studios in St Ives … Hepworth was convinced her clients would not buy her work if they knew she didn’t make everything herself, so she was understandably nervous whenever prospective clients came to visit her studios. Terry told me that whenever visits took place he and the other assistants all went down to the pub until the coast was clear. One particular day important clients were coming so Terry and the other assistants made themselves scarce in the pub as usual, expecting on their return to find the visitors long gone. However as soon they arrived back Barbara told them to hide, the clients has arrived late and were still in the house and would be coming up the path any minute now. The assistants all managed to quickly find a hiding place and Barbara began showing the clients around the garden and studio. Terry was well hidden behind a bushy tree, however he could feel all the beer was beginning to well up inside him and very soon he was going to have to pee ! He hung on and on but with the tour continuing he could hold out no longer. He couldn’t risk nipping to the loo so performed the task from his bushy hiding place thinking he had got away with it. However unknown to Terry he had unwittingly created a small river which was running swiftly down the path towards Barbara and her prospective clients, Barbara noticed the stream but luckily her clients were too busy enjoying their tour to notice and Terry got an ‘earful’ from the boss after they had gone.


Terry’s many talents were fully recognised during his long career, he was made an R.A. in 1992 and Knighted in 1998. Speaking in the 1980’s about his work he said; ‘A shape is a shape, a flower is a flower.

A shape of red can contain as much content as the shape of a red flower. I don’t see why one should have to have any association, nostalgia or evocation of any kind. It boils down
to the value of the shape and the colour.’
Terry was always making art and exploring new avenues and mediums. I went to his last London show at the Whitford Gallery to see he had totally changed his medium and had made wonderfully colourful moulded and blown glass pieces. Forever energetic and full of new ideas, Terry Frost represents all that is good and great about late 20th century British Art.

David Hockney Splash

David Hockney

Who would have guessed that at the Sotheby’s Art auction in 2006, provided you had a spare £2.9 million, you could buy a truly iconic 60’s Splash painting by David Hockney, sell it 14 years later via the same auction house and achieve over a 600% net return on your investment!

Gaugin’s Chair (1988) sold in New York in 2017 for £6.1 million

This is the story behind Hockney’s painting ‘The Splash’, which comes up for auction again in London next month on Feb 11th. This time it has a £20-£30m estimate – ten times it’s 2006 price tag. The canny vendor has also secured an auction guarantee from a third party, meaning no worries about it selling and no nail biting on auction night. The owner can just sit back, relax and enjoy the show, as whatever happens it’s going to sell. The price achieved back at auction in 2006 was a new world record for Hockney and the Contemporary Art market was steaming ahead. Since then Hockney’s prices have rocketed, and in 2018 Hockney briefly became the most expensive living artist at auction, pushing Jeff Koons out of the top spot with ‘Portrait of an Artist, Pool with Two Figures’ (1972) which sold in NY for £61m.

Portrait of an Artist , Pool with with Two Figures (1972) sold in NY for £61 million

This got me thinking about other Hockney works that had made more than one appearance on the auction block over the last 10-20 years and how they fared.
Gaugin’s Chair from 1988 first appeared at a 1988 Christie’s Lighthouse charity sale and made £160k, it pops up again in 1998 and makes £23.k, then again in in New York in 2017 where it makes a staggering £6.1m!

Picture of a Hollywood Swimming Pool (1964) made £5.5 miliion in New York in 2019

 

Swimming Pool (1965) sold for £1.2 milllion in 2007. In June 2012 it made £2.5 million

‘Picture of a Hollywood Swimming Pool’, from 1964 was first offered from the Stanley Seeger Collection in 2001 when it made £465k. At its next appearance in 2019 in New York it sold for £5.5m.
‘Swimming Pool’ from 1965 first appeared in 2007, when it made £1.2m then it pops up again in June 2012 when it sold for £2.5m.

Different Kinds of Water pouring into a Swimming Pool (1965) sold for £506,000 in New York in 1989. In 2019 it made just over £2.7 million

Another example that shows things don’t always go to plan is that of the other Pool themed picture from 1965 called ‘Different Kinds of Water pouring into a Swimming Pool’. It first comes up in NY in 1989 when it makes £506k; then pops up again in 2018 with a speculative estimate of £6-8m. It fails to sell and then comes up again the following year in 2019, but now with a much more realistic £2.5-3.5m estimate. This time it sells comfortably within the estimate range at just over £2.7m

The Splash (1966) expects to sell for £20-£30 million in London in February 2020

The David Hockney exhibition at Tate Britain in 2017 was a Blockbuster and a total triumph. For me, it acted as a catalyst for the surge in interest in Hockney and his work. ‘Hockney is Tate Britain’s most visited exhibition ever’ was the Tate’s headline after the exhibition ended in 2017. This all-encompassing, totally absorbing, stunningly colourful and magnificent exhibition must surely have stirred everyone who saw it, including me, and no doubt led many major collectors to get in quick before the market runs away from them.