Jane Rye

The Painters’ Painter

Roger Hilton: The Figured Language of Thought<br />by Andrew Lambirth

issue 21 July 2007

‘Give me the cheque, you look like a decaying oyster’ — thus Roger Hilton accepting the John Moores First Prize in 1963, at the height of his career. At the dinner afterwards, very drunk, he was so rude to an alderman sitting next to him that the poor man had a heart attack and died at the table. It beats Tracey Emin’s ‘I want my mum’ by a country mile, and, although for British artists in recent years the reverse may have seemed to be the case, Andrew Lambirth believes that Hilton’s standing as a painter has been affected by such outrageous episodes, there being ‘a lingering belief in the art establishment in Britain that no artist who could behave so badly could actually be the real thing as a painter’.

Perhaps it accounts for the surprising fact that this is the first major study to be published of the life and work of a much loved and extremely influential artist.

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