Tuesday, 10 May 2016

William Neave Parker: 'March' and other prints on ebay


There continues to be something of a trove of prints by the British artist and illustrator, William Neave Parker, on ebay, and for those who missed the opportunity the first time round, you can have another go at prints like his fetching Bear and his surprising period-piece, March. Who would have thought he could have stretched to satyrs and nudes? And what was he doing calling his print March? It's all rather unlikely and I begin to wonder if there isn't something I have missed about Neave Parker (and, goodness knows, I searched and searched).

Going by the last round of bidding, there were other people taken with this print. What kind of print it is, I wouldn't like to say. It is described as a linocut (and Neave Parker certainly made some in colour) but the style looks far more like wood-engraving. But I kind of doubt it is either. Does this matter? Hardly. Even with the obvious condition of the prints, these would be nice to have. A mite conventional, yes, but also perhaps deceptive. Parker was never serious about prints. I think they were something of a sideline. He was certainly more Hall Thorpe than Bresslern Roth and once you see his original work in front of you, it is disappointing. The effect is too flat and unexciting, there is none of the thrill of a finely-made print. All the same they are both well-drawn and sufficiently individual and quirky to be tempting. Once bitten, though, twice shy.


  1. Short, sweet and to the point Charles. Parker is largely relegated to the ranks of mediocrity because as you rightly point out...his work is flat and lacks depth and movement. I am stunned to see the nude and satyr...it's so raunchy for him. It's certainly no sun bear lolling about is it? I enjoy your pith and vinegar, and your observations are always spot on. Thank you. Clive

  2. Oh, dear, mediocrity, yes, a journeyman illustrator, and yet, with training, perhaps... I dunno. We need more to go on. Well, certainly after seeing the haunches on that satyr we do.