A talk by members of Leeds Surrealist Group on the theme of our current exhibition ‘Encounters Under Black Lamplight’ at Inkwell Arts, Chapel Allerton, Leeds LS7 3LW on Friday, 21st June 2019
LEEDS SURREALIST GROUP are holding an exhibition ‘Encounters Under Black Lamplight’ at Inkwell Arts, Chapel Allerton, Leeds LS7 3LW from 15th June to 7th September 2019
Further details can be found on the Inkwell Arts website here.
80 pages • B5 format • ISSN 1755-0009
texts, poems, images, collective games on the theme of
LANGUAGE & LIBERTY
for full details see the Surrealist Editions website
Members of Leeds Surrealist Group are participating in the exhibition ‘Little Shop of Magic 2’, organised by Wedgwood Steventon, at Centre Space Gallery, Spode Works, Stoke-on-Trent.
Some photographs of the exhibition and the opening can be found here.
Kenneth Cox will be giving a talk at Inkwell Arts at 7.30pm on Friday, 28th June 2018 about Anthony Earnshaw.
Born in Ilkley in 1924, the same year as the publication of the first Manifesto of Surrealism, Anthony Earnshaw died in Saltburn-by-Sea in 2001, and is fondly remembered by his many friends. Most of his life was spent in Leeds, where, as a young factory worker, he discovered Surrealism through books in the city’s Central Library. From starting to paint “strange” pictures, he eventually left the factory behind in his mid-life, to become an art lecturer and full-time practitioner. He was an extraordinary artist, perhaps best known for his boxed assemblages, but also painted and drew; he was an occasional writer and aphorist, producing several illustrated books, including the highly-original Musrum, co-written with his great friend, Eric Thacker. Those who knew Tony will recall his subversive and oblique wit, the humour that was leaning at every corner, waiting to deflate pretension and pomposity. Surrealism – together with anarchism and jazz – proved to be an abiding inspiration that brought him into contact with many kindred spirits, rebels and poets. As Earnshaw himself put it, “Surrealism for me was home. I was among friends at last, having been away in a foreign land all my life. The spell of it then cast remains a frisky imp haunting my life.”