Barbara Hepworth

Barbara Hepworth, the amazing sculptor, reminds me of Bette Davis in her photos.  Katherine Hepburn would surely be the perfect person to play her in a biopic. She is the original influencer.  I can imagine her instagram account because she looks incredible in every picture that is taken of her. How did she do it? Have three children, two marriages, a stellar sculpture career, and always look so beautiful and intelligent.  Barbara - please tell me your secret. 

I have been reminded of Hepworth during my trip to Cornwall. 

Sarah, Tim and I visited Barbara Hepworth's house and sculpture garden in St. Ives.  It was an amazingly inspirational place

Here's a photo of Hepworth working in her studio.

Here's her sculpture garden today.

Because what I love drawing and painting I was surprised to find these works but Barbara Hepworth in a variety of styles.

Here's a self portrait

This dancer (a surprising work by Hepworth)  reminds me of my redhead sketches of Ia.

A portrait she did.

These women remind me a bit of Picasso.

I also found some landscape paintings

 

I was so pleased to find a textile design by Hepworth.

Drawings for sculpture.

Whimsical works

I love this previsualization for a sculpture.  I want to do this for my tall ships idea.

And this is the sculpture

Penny’s Daffodils

"In the contemplation of Nature we are perpetually renewed, our sense of mystery and our imagination is kept alive, and rightly understood, it gives us the power to project into a plastic medium some universal or abstract vision of beauty." - Barbara Hepworth, 1936

I spent many mornings looking out this window, drinking my tea, and eating toast.

Penny left us these beautiful daffodils that she bought from the honor system stand/kiosk/tiny structure that is on the way to St. Just.  I don’t know how daffodils are blooming this time of year.  I finally drew them while everyone was sleeping New Years morning.

 

Night at the Lost Gardens of Heligan

"All my early memories are of forms and shapes, and textures.  Moving through and over the West Riding landscape with my father in his car, the hills were sculptures; the roads defined the form.  Above all, there was the sensation of moving physically over the contours of fullnesses and concavities, through the hollows and over peaks - feeling, touching, seeing through mind and hand and eye.  This sensation has never left me.  I, the sculptor,  am the landscape.  I am form and I am the hollow, the thrust and the contour."

More photos taken by Sarah Riviere.