Evelyn Williams was an artist in whom 'From her earliest drawings, vision, dream and reality combined; she characterised her work as "inner thoughts, other worlds".'
John McEwan wrote that 'In his thoughtful and
observant essay [Nicholas Usherwood] warns us against the inadequacy of the words commonly used to
convey Evelyn Williams’ art: visionary, feminist, Romantic, apocalyptic,
expressionist, Gothic, outsider ... Robust generalisation is peculiarly unsuited
to an art of such delicacy of feeling, subtlety of tone and exact observation.
As he writes: ‘Peel away all those labels however and Evelyn Williams will, I
believe, emerge finally, and not before time, as a painter and sculptor, most
fundamentally, of ‘people and their attempts to relate to one another’.'
Fay Weldon described Williams' work as ‘awesome’ – 'if we can get back to the true sense of the word. It fills you with awe.' Williams had created, Weldon thought, 'a body of work, imbued by an unmistakable mixture of grace and greatness.'
She spoke of death in typically consoling terms as a space filled with as much
energy as the sky is filled with raindrops in a summer storm: ‘As each drop
falls and touches the earth seeds of new energy are released to be recycled
again and again.’
Read obituaries from The Guardian and Telegraph here and here.
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