You can buy Andrew Marr, you know. For about five thousand quid, or £440 on a small scale. At Eames Fine Art in Bermondsey Street — yes, very on trend — he’s got an exhibition of his latest work, 100 Drawings and a Few Paintings. The paintings are bold in outline, strong on colour, childish in a good way. “That’s what Matisse said, isn’t it?,” he says. “Always try to see with the eyes of children.” So, if he had to psychoanalyse himself through his pictures, what would he see?
“It’s not really like that,” he says, “it’s more conscious. I’m really interested in colour combinations; the shape of the drawings comes second.” Well, if we’re looking at the colour, they look exuberant. “They are happy pictures, by and large,” he says. As for the drawings, they’re done in an odd way, drawing with a knife on white paper, so he can’t really see outlines until he’s coloured it all in, in pencil. “This is my invention, my contribution to world art.”
