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A lovely & ever so witty sweetie pie! Always fab fun to be around him … A party in heaven for sure … Thanks dude! xxx
In memory of our dear friend Brian. A prize for a “gifted Fine Art student” from a gifted Fine Art Artist -a fitting tribute. Amir/Yasmeen
“Perhaps everything lies in knowing what words to speak, what actions to perform, and in what order and rhythm; or else someone’s gaze, answer, gesture is enough; it is enough for someone to do something for the sheer pleasure of doing it, and for his pleasure to become the pleasure of others: at that moment, all spaces change, all heights, distances; the city is transfigured, becomes crystalline, transparent as a dragonfly.”
Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities
Lovely man; over the past 5 years we chatted about many things, I had no idea that Brian was so unwell and so it came as a shock to hear the sad news. My sincere regards go to his family at this time – Brian will be greatly missed.
Brian was one of the kindest, most enthusiastic and generous-spirited people I’ve ever met. His knowledge and experience were considerable, and he took constant joy in imparting this to others. At heart a rebel, he encouraged those around him to break free from pattern and monotony; to think, feel, act and live differently. Many took his advice and were better for it.
Brian was a man of eclectic tastes in all areas of living. I remember conversations veering from art to philosophy to literature to cinema to food – and beyond. Laughter and vivacity were never far removed. What stands out most, for me, was his complete engagement with the present. Whoever he was with, whatever he was doing, his whole being was focussed on that moment.
Brian had a heart that could hold the world.
Brian was a patient man who took life at a very human pace; he always had time for people. He was always fascinated by others’ idiosyncrasies and traits of character often making work around his observations. And with students he often encouraged them to pursue and make work about about those aspects of their lives.
His thumbprint sculpture outside the Stanley Picker Gallery always impresses me with its simplicity and directness and, of course, will always remind me of him.
I haven’t worked with Brian for many years, having moved departments in the University, but he was always a pleasure to talk to and to listen to. He was quite unique and I will miss his gentle presence.
Brian, you were one of my tutors throughout my fine art degree 2002-05 and my colleague throughout the following years whilst I worked and volunteered at the Stanley Picker Gallery, but most importantly, you were a valuable friend.
You stood out as someone who always had time for me, with such a deep and genuine interest in the life of your past students and their artistic and personal endeavours.
We had long conversations during my time researching the history of the Stanley Picker Fellowships since 1977, in order to establish a Fellows permanent collection. You were Picker Fellow in 1983, the year after I was born and passed on your many years of wisdom, stories and memories of artists and the art world. Jackie Thomas and I couldn’t help have a little giggle as we proudly mounted and framed ‘The Days Fall Asleep with Riddles’ (mixed media) 2007, your contribution to the collection.
We partied well in summer 2007 at the launch of the collection and celebration of 30 years of Fellowships’ and 10 years of the gallery. You always gave eager, insightful conversation and humour during the many exchanges, whilst I poured you red wine from behind the gallery bar!
I met you in the street a few weeks before you sadly passed away. It was dark, wet; cold and you were noticeably ill, yet you all you could do were show sincere enthusiasm, delight and encouragement of me finally becoming a trainee art psychotherapist. You never forgot that this was my goal and my passion from first meeting you 11 and a half years ago and you never failed to give me spirit to continue my journey.
Thank you Brian, you will be greatly missed.
A very special man, educator and friend.
As others have said, my heart also goes out to your family and loved ones.
Dear Brian, you were the most listenable, wise, and warmest of anyone I’ve met in that place. I remember all our conversations – you gave me your recommendations for books, films and art to look at, and I took note. I still have a list of movies you sent me; the ones I still haven’t seen I am now watching. I love the beautiful work of art you gave us when you left, at Old Brompton Road. I also remember Dusting the Giant with great affection, way back. Thanks for that. Nothing expresses the sorrow I feel now that you’re gone, and I wish I had said goodbye properly. My thoughts are with Valerie and all who are closest. Farewell, Brian. Chris xx
I first met Brian back in 2002. We studied together on the MA film studies at Kingston University and became friends and subsequently colleagues at KU. We would see each other on and off over the years, meet up for coffee and would chat for long periods about our shared passion of cinema – I’ll be forever grateful for him introducing me to the weird and surreal films of Spain’s Julio Medem. My thoughts are with Brian’s family at this sad time. RIP mate, you’ll be missed.
My sympathy to Brian’s family at this sad time for them. I worked in Knights Park for many of the years Brian was also there and enjoyed times spent chatting about all sorts of things. A loss for all his students for sure. Leo Duff.
We met on numerious occasions, in corridors, in teaching areas, as two members of staff from different Schools in the Faculty.
Each time there was a connection of ideas, expectations, all laced with humour and understanding, and with thoughts of change.
On each occasion I met a thoughtful, generious and gentle man, who was interested in discussing and debating and helping to elevate our connection.
The corridors and teaching areas will be less talkative and far less interesting, without Brian being there.
My thoughts to his family and close friends, yes he will be missed, I am sure of that.
I didn’t know Brian directly. To see how the news of his passing effected those who did, shows what he meant to those lucky enough to have the pleasure of his friendship and guidance. As You Walk Into My Voice, a sculpture I see daily, will remind us of a man that touched many hearts.
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