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When Robert Met Mouse - Alice Lenkiewicz
When Robert Met Mouse
Written with Illustrations by Alice Lenkiewicz
Copyright © 2019 by Alice Lenkiewicz
All rights reserved. This book and any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.
First printing, 2019.
ISBN – 978-1-64606-252-2
''All proceeds of this book are in Aid of Shelter''
Introduction
Time has moved on and life has changed. Throughout all these years I have experienced many emotions, have read the opinions and thoughts of others and have read the news articles. It is always tempting to not write about these memories or thoughts but there comes a time when you just need to express yourself.
I first put pen to paper with this memoir in 2009 and then suddenly I just left it alone and unfinished for many years. I realised I found it quite unsettling to face writing it at times. Each time I captured a memory, it reminded me that my father was no longer here. I think things were still too raw. I left this memoir alone in disarray for many years and then recently I decided I was ready and it was now time to complete it and put it out there for others to read.
Re-visiting it was a positive experience, although quite strange, as if I was being transported back in time. Each time I wrote down my memories, I imagined myself walking up the stairs of my father’s studio, into that big wonderful space where he created his art. He would be standing there with his tall majestic presence. I would sit down on one of his brightly coloured painted chairs and he would continue painting me. I write also of my memories of my lovely mother, Mouse and how I remember her in my youth. She was and is such a free spirit, a beautiful woman and great company. She has always been there for me.
I loved Robert dearly. We had so many fun and interesting conversations and times together. We had a wonderful friendship. My mother and I had shared some valuable years with my father. This memoir is based on my own experiences and that of my mother’s and significant memories from some of my father’s good friends. I wrote a great deal in diaries in my youth and that has always helped me define and clarify the journey in my life. This is my way of celebrating Mouse and Robert’s relationship, looking at my own relationship with Robert and the support Robert and Mouse offered to the homeless and my own reflections of two very unique people. I would like to thank the friends of Robert and my own mother for contributing their memories and photographs to this book.
Chapter One
When I was a little girl, I remember browsing through one of my father's books. There in front of me was the image, an engraving in black ink. The picture has haunted me for years. It portrayed a curvaceous woman with hair so long, down to her knees. She combs her hair while peering at herself in a hand-mirror, while in the background, the devil is grinning from a doorway without her being aware. II asked Robert what it meant and he just smiled mischievously. But for me, this image was a symbol of vanity and sexuality. The devil was her voyeur. 'Vanity, vanity, all is vanity," as my father used to say. But then as I grew older, I disliked the image even more. So I drew a different picture of the woman looking in the mirror, only this time her own reflection was the devil while her husband looked innocently in on her. I couldn't resist it. I'm sure Robert would understand. Maybe that was my first glimpse into exploring a woman's sense of self-empowerment.
My father used to collect clear glass paperweights with all the tiny detailed millefiori, embedded inside the glass. Holding them in my hands I would feel their cool smoothness and peer into the centre until a kaleidoscope pattern of colours cascaded together, injecting rays of light from the window and distorting the other objects in the room. I loved those paperweights. There was also the toy jester with the innocent look, the gold bells hanging from its hat. And of course, the stork, that amazing stork that Robert made out of light blue papers and papier-mâché. It was huge and stood next to the wall, its large golf ball eyes gazing humorously out into the world.
Robert was a big follower of eccentric, magical and fun things like Disney characters as well as strange fairytales and nursery rhymes that he used to read me. He was also a great fan of the tarot. I remember him showing me a pack of tarot cards in his library. These were the AG Muller design from Switzerland. I was fascinated by them. We browsed at all the beautiful images and we discussed the symbolism.
The first emblem is The Fool, the most controversial image in the Major Arcana of the tarot cards. Robert even opened a shop called The Fool once. The Fool is innocent, on the beginning of his journey. He does not know what will befall him. All he cares about is the excitement and the unknown adventure that is about to begin. Robert, I feel was akin to this sentiment and approach to life.
This was Robert's phase of the Fool. He wore bright coloured scarves; he painted objects in fluorescent pinks, oranges and yellows. I remember he once painted a radio with bright 'folk art' style colours that fascinated me. His life at this time was a jingle of magic and foolery, his own invention of 'Penoob' faces and silliness. Innocence was the mood. The journey was the adventure. The unknown was exciting. Answers, facts, tradition and seriousness were unimportant. It was a time of fun and excitement. The importance was in the seeking not the finding.
This was the era of optimism and irrationality. There were those familiar elements of Robert that epitomised the flower child of the sixties. He was enjoying the carnival of life. He was ‘The Laughing Cavalier’ of the Barbican in Plymouth, the man who epitomised anti-convention, the man with the wild mane of hair, the red scarf, the cavalier boots, (actually old firemen boots) the black velvet smock and oil paint covering his hands and clothes. He didn’t care. He was happy. I can still picture him now, finishing off a painting, walking out of the door of his studio and us both sitting in Jo Prete’s Café on the Barbican in Plymouth when we were on our regular coffee meetings. I can see him so clearly.
The first book Robert gave to me was Der Struwwelpeter, written by Heinrich Hoffmann. Robert was fascinated by these esoteric rhymes, fairytales and fables. I remember him sitting me on his knee when I was a child and reading me these haunting rhymes. I listened carefully to all these Victorian tales and became fascinated by Agrippa, magicians and spirits. The horror and grotesque, the haunting spirituality of fairy-tales were an important part of the fictionalised world of books that I absorbed as a child.
As a child, Robert was like a magician and a friendly ogre. He was also like a proud King, refined and very much a gentleman. He was a combination of many things. He was fun and eccentric but also on a serious level, he was fascinated by the mysterious and esoteric and many other magicians including John Dee. In later years I bound an old edition by Agrippa and Dee for Robert. My bookbinding years with Robert were certainly memorable. Robert also read me stories by Dr Seuss and he adored the story Cat in the Hat!
But one of the main stories Robert read me, that terrified but also fascinated me as a child, was the story of Bluebeard. If you read this story, it is actually quite horrifying. It is written by Charles Perrault and is an original French folk tale. It could also be construed as a horror story. It is about a man who tortures and kills all his wives. His last wife, however survives and finally escaped after discovering his secret chamber of horrors in his castle. Her brothers save her and kill Bluebeard. It was one of those terrifying fairy-tales that held much symbolism. Looking back, this is actually a story about misogyny and also women’s empowerment. This book probably taught me a great deal in terms of domestic violence at a very early age. For Robert, Bluebeard was one of those strange and fascinating fairytale villains.
The first music that Robert played to me was the album Peter and the Wolfe with music by Prokofiev. This beautiful composition with the story and musical instruments engaged me for hours and it was spoken by a man with a beautiful voice. It began like this…
‘’Each character in the tale is going to be represented by a different instrument of the orchestra. For instance, the bird will be played by the flute. (Like this) Here's the duck, played by the oboe, the cat by the clarinet, the bassoon will represent grand-father, the wolf by the French horns. And Peter by the strings, he blast of the hunters' shotguns played by the kettle drums.
Are you sitting comfortably? Then I shall begin…’’
I used to listen to this record many times, imagining Peter and the most tragic part of the story when the wolfe swallows the duck whole. That image used to horrify me.
The first song I ever really loved was ’Rocky Racoon’ by The Beatles. My mother's friend would play it on the record player for me. I have memories of being at Robert’s house in Priory road, listening to this song as a young girl. I was collecting small pieces of broken coloured glass from the pavement and gluing them to cardboard to make stained glass pictures For some reason I will never forget that cardboard. It was just a brown square, like off the back of a TV or something industrial and it was covered in blobs of glue. I remember being fascinated with placing the pieces of glass onto it. I suppose it was my first ever experience of creating a mosaic and combining it with light, something that had been taught to me for the first time; It is strange how we remember these details.
I am sure the song, ’Rocky Raccoon’ had a lasting effect on me. For many years I had this fascination with cowboys. I always cherished the music by The Beatles and Bob Dylan. As a young girl, growing up in Plymouth, the music I loved most of all was from the sixties. I listened to these songs in my bedroom for many years. When the famous film star, John Wayne died, I was still at school and I remember being quite devestated.I loved John Wayne. Teenage girls tend to have a hero. My heroes were John Wayne, Clarke Gable, Elvis and of course, Robert, my wonderful artist father was also my hero.
In some ways I knew him but in other ways I haven't a clue. To me he was an enigmatic man and he could be very funny! I used to laugh a great deal with Robert. There were times when I visited Robert at his studio and he would be standing there in his light brown duffel coat and suddenly he would do a dance all over the studio, bounding and springing from one foot to the other around the room with his arms stretched in the air. It used to really make me laugh. There was always excitement in the air when meeting Robert. He was full of life and full of inspiration which was highly infectious. He was a joy to be with. And sometimes he would go very quiet and serious to the point where you could almost feel uncomfortable.
Robert had this amazing ability to make people feel extremely important. He made the homeless famous in his paintings, allowed us to see them as intriguing people that many would normally have never given a second thought. He made people feel important in many ways. I remember visiting him from school and him placing this giant heavy book in my arms to borrow. He didn’t give me a reason why he even gave it to me. I was about fourteen and the last thing on my mind was reading huge crumbling , antiquarian books. I was probably thinking about some boy I had met or going to the disco on Saturday night and what I would wear. But there I was, walking through Plymouth city centre in my school uniform carrying a giant leather bound, rare book. As I went shopping for clothes in Miss Selfridge, I would place it on the seat as I tried on clothes in the changing room. It was probably of huge value. In my own way I did treasure having it in my possession.
When I returned the book, after a few weeks, Robert would look at it for a while as if it had been missing and he was thankful to find it. I remember him carefully placing it back in his bookshelf with a frown and a very serious look upon his face. Then he would slowly turn to me and stare at me for a few moments in serious contemplation. Looking back, remembering these moments, make me smile.
Chapter Two
When Robert Met Mouse
Mouse met Robert at St Martins College of Art in London. You can imagine what a fascinating time this was. Mouse always mentioned the sixties in terms of films, fashion and music such as Mary Quant, The Beatles, The Doors, the film West Side Story, one of Mouse and Robert's favourite films. It was all happening! And there in amongst all of this was Robert and Mouse with their own dreams.
Mouse had just been accepted by St Martins College of Art in London and Robert happened to be there also. Mouse loved art and she was talented. My earliest memory of her work was a painting on a board of beautiful tones of green apples amongst leaves on a tree. I loved that painting. I remember it in our home for many years. Another painting I grew up with was a painting of Mouse’s close friend, Irene by Robert. It was a beautiful portrait of an older woman and was displayed on our wall throughout our childhood and teens. Irene was a close friend of my mother’s.
My earliest memories of Roberts’s paintings are of old friends such as Laslo from Hungary, Aury and Pierre, Mouse and Robert’s friends. A lot of people passed through our lives in the late sixties and early seventies. I can remember many of their faces quite vividly, even today. I can remember Albert Fisher, also known as ’The Bishop’ and his red hair and overcoat. He used to stand smoking a pipe outside Robert's studio. He wore a camel coloured overcoat or sometimes a dark grey coat. He was quite tall. Albert was a subject of many of Roberts paintings. I remember Terry Goldstone and his black beard and unusual voice.
Terry looked after me many times when I was a child. I always loved the painting of him by Robert where Terry is dressed in a white Pierrot costume. It is a beautiful painting. The last time I saw it, it was displayed on the far wall of his newly built library at St Saviours Church on The Barbican and its beautiful luminosity emanated on the far wall beyond the dark aisles of Roberts library shelves full of books.
Mouse went to St Martins School of Art in September 1960. In her interview she submitted a portfolio of 'passionate' work, influenced by Modigliani (all now lost) and the principle liked it. Mouse didn't quite realise how privileged she was and the class was made up of strong colourful students, Monica Peiser and Rita Palmer as well as Philip Ward-Jackson and Peter Sylvere, Monica Meyer, Aury & Myrna Shoa.
Monica Peiser was