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Jun 27, 2010, 12:05 AM
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1289829/My-bizarre-life-Beatles-sculptor-immortalised-good-great-gorillas.html
Thousands of frenzied girls were swarming on the pavements around the George V hotel in Paris – I needed a police car and outriders just to get through the throng.
The screaming teenagers were there that day in January 1964 to catch a glimpse of The Beatles; I was there to sculpt them.
Halfway up the hotel staircase, a beautiful young American woman slipped out of her room and stopped me. She knew I was going to see the band. ‘Listen,’ she said.
‘I’m a photographer. Just give me five minutes with The Beatles and you can do anything you want for the rest of the day in my bed.’
I said: ‘I’m sorry, I haven’t even met them yet – and I’m married.’
The Beatles were the latest commission in a career that began when I set up a studio in Campden Hill, London, in the early Fifties.
I was self-taught, inspired by the natural world I had grown up with at my father’s livery stables in the New Forest. While reading zoology at Cambridge, I boldly invited myself to the London house of the renowned sculptor Jacob Epstein.
He thought I looked more like a playboy than a sculptor, but was kind enough to advise my father to spend the little money he had on getting me a studio.
Epstein came to see my work many times, teaching me more than any other artist.
Throughout my career I have relied mainly on patronage rather than public commissions. Alistair McAlpine, the multi-millionaire art collector, was a constant supporter.
Once, when I was penniless, he came to my studio, looked at my sculptures and said: ‘I would to like buy these.’ I asked which. ‘All of them,’ he replied.
I said: ‘I’m sorry, I haven’t even met them yet – and I’m married.’
The Beatles were the latest commission in a career that began when I set up a studio in Campden Hill, London, in the early Fifties.
I was self-taught, inspired by the natural world I had grown up with at my father’s livery stables in the New Forest. While reading zoology at Cambridge, I boldly invited myself to the London house of the renowned sculptor Jacob Epstein.
He thought I looked more like a playboy than a sculptor, but was kind enough to advise my father to spend the little money he had on getting me a studio.
Epstein came to see my work many times, teaching me more than any other artist.
Throughout my career I have relied mainly on patronage rather than public commissions. Alistair McAlpine, the multi-millionaire art collector, was a constant supporter.
Once, when I was penniless, he came to my studio, looked at my sculptures and said: ‘I would to like buy these.’ I asked which. ‘All of them,’ he replied.
Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1289829/My-bizarre-life-Beatles-sculptor-immortalised-good-great-gorillas.html#ixzz0s2Tls3yh
Thousands of frenzied girls were swarming on the pavements around the George V hotel in Paris – I needed a police car and outriders just to get through the throng.
The screaming teenagers were there that day in January 1964 to catch a glimpse of The Beatles; I was there to sculpt them.
Halfway up the hotel staircase, a beautiful young American woman slipped out of her room and stopped me. She knew I was going to see the band. ‘Listen,’ she said.
‘I’m a photographer. Just give me five minutes with The Beatles and you can do anything you want for the rest of the day in my bed.’
I said: ‘I’m sorry, I haven’t even met them yet – and I’m married.’
The Beatles were the latest commission in a career that began when I set up a studio in Campden Hill, London, in the early Fifties.
I was self-taught, inspired by the natural world I had grown up with at my father’s livery stables in the New Forest. While reading zoology at Cambridge, I boldly invited myself to the London house of the renowned sculptor Jacob Epstein.
He thought I looked more like a playboy than a sculptor, but was kind enough to advise my father to spend the little money he had on getting me a studio.
Epstein came to see my work many times, teaching me more than any other artist.
Throughout my career I have relied mainly on patronage rather than public commissions. Alistair McAlpine, the multi-millionaire art collector, was a constant supporter.
Once, when I was penniless, he came to my studio, looked at my sculptures and said: ‘I would to like buy these.’ I asked which. ‘All of them,’ he replied.
I said: ‘I’m sorry, I haven’t even met them yet – and I’m married.’
The Beatles were the latest commission in a career that began when I set up a studio in Campden Hill, London, in the early Fifties.
I was self-taught, inspired by the natural world I had grown up with at my father’s livery stables in the New Forest. While reading zoology at Cambridge, I boldly invited myself to the London house of the renowned sculptor Jacob Epstein.
He thought I looked more like a playboy than a sculptor, but was kind enough to advise my father to spend the little money he had on getting me a studio.
Epstein came to see my work many times, teaching me more than any other artist.
Throughout my career I have relied mainly on patronage rather than public commissions. Alistair McAlpine, the multi-millionaire art collector, was a constant supporter.
Once, when I was penniless, he came to my studio, looked at my sculptures and said: ‘I would to like buy these.’ I asked which. ‘All of them,’ he replied.
Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1289829/My-bizarre-life-Beatles-sculptor-immortalised-good-great-gorillas.html#ixzz0s2Tls3yh