Lot 200
  • 200

Beerbohm, Max

Estimate
4,000 - 6,000 GBP
bidding is closed

Description

  • Beerbohm, Max
  • "The Patron"
  • PENCIL AND WATERCOLOUR ON PAPER
280 by 330mm., pencil and watercolour drawing, lengthy captions by Beerbohm, signed and dated lower right "Max 1920", mounted, framed and glazed, minor spotting at right edge

Provenance

The Leicester Galleries, May 1921 (exhibition labels); John Byers; Sotheby's Sussex, 10 October 1995, lot 1206; Abbot & Holder (exhibition labels)

Exhibited

Leicester Galleries, Beerbohm Exhibition, May 1921

Literature

Hart-Davis 1991

Condition

Condition is described in the main body of the cataloguing, where appropriate.
"In response to your inquiry, we are pleased to provide you with a general report of the condition of the property described above. Since we are not professional conservators or restorers, we urge you to consult with a restorer or conservator of your choice who will be better able to provide a detailed, professional report. Prospective buyers should inspect each lot to satisfy themselves as to condition and must understand that any statement made by Sotheby's is merely a subjective, qualified opinion. Prospective buyers should also refer to any Important Notices regarding this sale, which are printed in the Sale Catalogue.
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Catalogue Note

Reproduced within the artist's A Survey (published 1921), Beerbohm forecasts the Labour Party's attitude towards poetry.

Beerbohm dedicates the drawing "with all possible sympathy and good-will... to those of our young poets who, not knowing very much... about politics and the deplorable part which human nature plays in politics, imagine that under the domination of LABOUR the Liberal arts might have a decent chance."

The minister of education is shouting at a pale and ghostly poet: "Wot? You'll dedicate your mon-you-mental translation of Pett Rark's sonnits to me if I'll get you our-door relief for six months? Oh, really! And you say you're one o' the Workers yourself?? Worker? Blackmailer - that's what you are! Outside!"