{"id":374830,"date":"2026-04-11T17:33:32","date_gmt":"2026-04-11T17:33:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/nz\/374830\/"},"modified":"2026-04-11T17:33:32","modified_gmt":"2026-04-11T17:33:32","slug":"heide-museums-john-perceval-all-that-we-are","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/nz\/374830\/","title":{"rendered":"Heide Museum\u2019s John Perceval: All That We Are"},"content":{"rendered":"

Angels \u2013 earthenware angels, blood-red and glistening like things newborn. There are 28 of them in a room at the centre of Heide\u2019s new survey of John Perceval\u2019s work, John Perceval: All That We Are. Angels, daemons, musos, bomb victims, children \u2013 Perceval\u2019s angels are unprogrammatic and uncanny in their mix of impulse and artistry. Did he make 50 of them? A hundred? Nobody knows. Their fingers and toes splay feelingly. Their eyes are cut-outs, blind, dark windows. Sometimes they open onto sky. Holes for noses, holes for ears: the angels are gappy, but their bellybuttons are filled, as if to say they are earthborn messengers. \u201cChildren are the real world,\u201d Perceval said. The perspective of children, fierce and wild, he kept all his life in his work.<\/p>\n

\u201cParalysed Boy of 15 Paints Like a Master\u201d was the headline in the Melbourne Sun News-Pictorial in 1938. Journalist Zelie Pimlott found Perceval on the wide verandah of Stonnington\u2019s after-care hospital among the wards of Melbourne\u2019s polio epidemic. He had a reproduction Van Gogh on the wall by his bed. A year spent there, paralysed, in pain: his leg was paralysed still; he\u2019d got back the use of his hands. In David Blackall\u2019s 1999 documentary Delinquent Angel, Perceval remembered that year. \u201cI hated hospital, but what could you do? So drawing, sketching was where I went, it was escape from pain … I found that I had this great gift. I couldn\u2019t get enough of it…\u201d<\/p>\n

He\u2019d been drawing ever since he could remember. Early memories took him back to his father\u2019s farm in the wheatbelt. He was named Linwood South then. His father was silent, handsome, frightening; he docked the cats\u2019 tails, killed the sheep himself. Linwood was not yet two, his sister Betty three, when their mother Dorothy caught the train to Perth to work at Boan Bros. At five, Linwood had three years with her. She wanted him to be a painter, but in 1931 she married William de Burgh Perceval and went to Melbourne. The kids went back to the farm, walking to their one-room school at Korbel; Linwood changed his name to John. \u201cThe horizon was forever out there \u2026 nothing there. It was overpowering; the child in me turned to a world close-up: the thickets, insects, things on the ground\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

At 12 John joined his mother in Melbourne; he took his stepfather\u2019s name: John de Burgh Perceval boarded at Trinity Grammar, Kew. At 13, holidaying with a family at Point Leo, Perceval discovered their art books: Cezanne, Van Gogh, Modigliani, Gauguin. In a rush he started painting in oils, a\u00a0dozen or so pictures, copies and self-portraits. All That We Are has a little oil painting, Self Portrait (1937), from this epoch. It shows the artist with his paints at a small desk, jammed at an angle against a corner of the picture plane, a tight corner counterpoised by the back corner of his tiny room. The self looks out at us from this box too small to hold what it contains. His shirt, impasto white, matches the windows\u2019 impasto clouds \u2013 agitated impasto, a tribute to Van Gogh. The head is modelled finely, in modulated greys. The eyes are wary, but the painting\u2019s fearless. Already Perceval knew how to create something unstable in the picture.<\/p>\n

The army trained him in cartography, but Perceval\u2019s landscapes refuse the cartographic eye \u2026 space warps as you look at them.<\/p>\n

Then the polio, the trouble breathing, the fear that his hands wouldn\u2019t work again. Pimlott noted his knowledge of painting from Rembrandt to Picasso, also the Mexican painter Diego Rivera. Perceval\u2019s self-portrait illustrated the article: close-up and confrontational, but in reproduction the eyes are filled with shadow, dark shadows mark the nose and mouth, making the face a mask. \u201cSomeday John de Burgh Perceval will be more than a name to the Australian public,\u201d wrote Pimlott.<\/p>\n

All That We Are centres on the major works Perceval made in those 19 years after he turned 19, when he joined the Boyds at Murrumbeena, co-founded a pottery with Arthur Boyd and Peter Herbst, married Mary Boyd, had children, created his angels, painted his Williamstown port series and seething landscapes \u2013 all before he turned 40 and left for England. David Boyd described how it happened. \u201cMy brother brought him back from the cartographic survey \u2026 John was in the army then \u2026 I walked him and his girlfriend back to the station. John dismissed his girlfriend … said he\u2019d fallen in love with Mary Boyd. \u2018I\u2019m getting myself discharged from the army and I\u2019m going to live with the Boyds at Murrumbeena,\u2019 he said.\u201d<\/p>\n

Generations of the Boyds lived at Open Country, the house and pottery Merric and Doris Boyd built in Murrumbeena. The place had been an orchard. New generations added shacks and studios among the trees: a blossoming pear, golden wattle, a tall pine the children climbed. There Perceval painted his stark and haunting Boy series of 1943, including Boy with Cat, Boy Discovering a Jack-in-a-box, Boy Beside a Fruit Barrow. In these, the boy\u2019s eyes are filled with shadow, as is his mouth. That darkness closes horizon-emptiness \u2013 \u201cnothing there\u201d \u2013 inside the child\u2019s world of \u201cclose-up things\u201d. Max Harris, co-founder of Angry Penguins, called Boy with Cat \u201cthe first unequivocal masterpiece of Australian modernism\u201d. \u201cThe scream in Perceval\u2019s paintings is a silence,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

At Open Country everyone met in the Brown Room for eating, arguing, sketching, painting, Bible readings and readings from literature: Dostoevsky, Chekhov, Turgenev. Albert Tucker gave Perceval and Arthur Boyd Max Doerner\u2019s The Materials of the Artist and Their Use in Painting (1934). They experimented with tempera and resin, and Old Master biblical allegories. In 1944 Mary Boyd, 18, married Perceval. Perceval\u2019s tender Flight into Egypt (1947) portrays Mary and their first child in its vision of the Holy Family. An angel has led them past a blossom tree into a garden. Behind them a path threads back into the past. Perceval\u2019s biblical allegories are hallucinated genre scenes; they turn spatial depth into time. History is at the back; time presses up against the picture plane.<\/p>\n

In those years, Perceval experimented with glazes. In 1926, when Merric\u2019s pottery burnt down, one pot survived, blood-red, like that ancient sang-de-boeuf glaze Merric sought for years. Firehoses had tempered its glaze. Perceval thought of adding mothballs to the kiln to cut oxygen. He created a glaze \u201cso beautiful and different,\u201d he said, \u201cI thought of those little red angels around the Virgin Mary\u201d in Jean Fouquet\u2019s panel in the Melun Diptych (circa 1452) \u2013 except \u201cthey look more like devils than angels\u201d.<\/p>\n

Kendrah Morgan\u2019s curation of this exhibition is clear-headed and expansive. It includes Perceval\u2019s playful bowls, pots and tiled tables, from the Arthur Merric Boyd (AMB) pottery collaboration. It shakes off old category logics dividing the \u201cHeide Circle\u201d from the Boyd family, the pottery craft from Perceval\u2019s ceramic art, the ceramic art from his painting. It\u2019s illuminating, because the messy, generative mix shaped Perceval\u2019s art in this epoch. His feeling for ceramic sculpture plays out in his landscapes and Williamstown port paintings. They use gouts, clots, gougings in thick paint to sculpt in light. Even his shadows are added in splotches: he treats shadow as moment-to-moment vision, not constituent form. Perceval mixes colours on the canvas, incising them with restless tides or the sped-up growth patterns of leaves and grasses. On each side of these incisions, the paint frills; the colour-mix differs. As you stand in front of it, the picture\u2019s surface seems to vibrate.<\/p>\n

The army trained him in cartography, but Perceval\u2019s landscapes refuse the cartographic eye. They don\u2019t open imaginary distances, or own the place. He painted them on the spot, starting a few hours before sunset, drinking, tracking what he called \u201cbroken and suspended light\u2026 the abstract qualities of the bush itself\u201d. He paints the landscape from multiple points of view; space warps as you look at them. Take The Cornfield (1959): in the left foreground is a patch of radiant ash-pale stalks, close-up, and dried black weeds; also a high vision out into those distances on the right, where a red dirt road snakes up the hill by a ploughed field. Black crows fly there like animation stills. Under them, is that the bride from Arthur Boyd\u2019s series, sketched in paint, her arms outstretched, floating over the cornfield? Is that what he added, a decade after finishing the picture?<\/p>\n

All That We Are marks the happiest years of Perceval\u2019s career. Later, the alcoholism worsened. Mary Boyd got a place of her own, in England. Perceval committed himself to Larundel Mental Hospital, diagnosed with schizophrenia. Mary Boyd married Sidney Nolan. His partner, Cynthia, had ended her life in a dingy London hotel room. Somehow these exuberant paintings and blood-red angels survive it all.<\/p>\n

John Perceval: All That We Are is at Heide Museum of Modern Art, Victoria, until July 12.<\/p>\n

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Seymour Centre, Gadigal Country\/Sydney, April 15-25<\/p>\n

MULTIMEDIA\u00a0Julius von Bismarck: This is not the storm<\/a><\/p>\n

Australian Centre for Contemporary Art, Naarm\/Melbourne, April 17 \u2013 June 14<\/p>\n

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Heath Ledger Theatre, Whadjuk Noongar Country\/Perth, April 12-18<\/p>\n

VISUAL ART Ngura Pulka \u2013 Epic Country<\/a><\/p>\n

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JamFactory, Kaurna Yarta\/Adelaide, until April 12<\/p>\n

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