Late last year, in the drizzle of the English winter, I found myself at The Barber Institute to view an exhibition of German Expressionist prints classified by the Nazis as Degenerate Art. But it was a second exhibition I stumbled across, Rebel Visions: The War Art of CRW Nevinson, that would etch itself into my memory. Of course this is the result one often hopes will follow an artistic encounter.
The Rebel Visions exhibit forced one not only to consider the individual as creator of the art, but directed you down avenues that are constructed by a contemplation of art in its broader sense. Nevinson captured a world brimming with movement and sound, and set it in stillness. When one gazes upon his work it’s possible to see and sense a story unfolding.