One of my favourite books to look through when I was a kid (in the 50s) was a collection of the works of the WWII War Artists — which included Paul Nash and Henry Moore (Moore’s massive, sculpted drawings of sleepers in the Tube shelters). I don’t think I’d realised that war artists had also been appointed in WWI but there’s currently (but only until the end of the month) an exhibition of their work at the Imperial War Museum North, in Salford.
Most of the paintings (plus a few sculptures) were very specific as to date and place, and it had enabled the curators to set panels beside each painting with quotations from people who had been there, or nearby, or in a similar situation. Paul Nash did a lot of work in this war too, but others were new to me and quite a revelation, especially Nevinson, who had a very avant-garde style. They weren’t afraid to convey the horror, little of it could have been called propaganda. There was one painting of the wounded of the Somme leaving in ambulances from Charing Cross station, while the newspaper placards proclaimed “Victory on the Somme.” Given that the painting was finished some time after the event, by which time the “victory” was known to be a defeat, this cannot be innocent.
The rest of the museum, apart from being gobsmackingly odd architecturally, concentrates on the 20th Century and traces the history of the various wars in which GB has been involved. Incredibly moving, and ultimately depressing — how can the human race spend so much time, money and lives on a destructive activity which seems to deny our humanity?