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Alfred Daniels, Artist

January 27, 2012
by the gentle author

The Gramophone Man

“I’m not really an East Ender, I’m more of a Bow boy,” asserted Alfred Daniels with characteristic precision of thought, when I enquired of his origin. “My parents left the East End, because they were scared of the doodlebugs and bought this house in 1945,” he explained, as he welcomed me to the generous suburban mansion in Chiswick where he lives today. Greeting me in his pyjamas and dressing gown in the afternoon, no-one could be more at home than Alfred in his studio occupying the former living room of his parents’ house. And yesterday, he was snug in the central heating and just putting the finishing touches to a commission that his dealer was coming to collect at six.

Alfred is at the point in life now where the copyright payments on the resale of works from his sixty year painting career mean he no longer has to struggle. “I’ve done hundreds of things to make a living,” he confessed, rolling his eyes in amusement, “Although my father was a brilliant tailor, he was a dreadful business man so we were on the breadline for most of the nineteen thirties – which was a good thing because we never got fat …” Smiling at his own bravado, Alfred continued painting as he spoke, adding depth to the shadows with a fine brush. “This is the way to make a living,” he declared with a flourish as he placed the brush back in the pot with finality, completing the day’s work and placing the painting to one side, ready to go. “The past is history, the future is a mystery but the present is a gift,” he informed me, as we climbed the stairs to the upstairs kitchen over-looking the garden, to seek a cup of tea.

Alfred had spent the morning making copious notes on his personal history, just it to get it straight for me. “This has been fun,” he admitted, rustling through the handwritten pages. “My grandfather came from Russia in the 1880s, he was called Donyon, and they said, ‘Sounds like Daniels.’ My grandfather on the other side came from Plotska in Poland in the 1880s, he didn’t have a surname so they said ‘Sounds like a good man’ and they called him Goodman. My parents, Sam and Rose, were both born in the 1890s and my mother lived to be ninety-two. I was born in Trellis St in Bow in 1924 and in the early thirties we moved to 145 Bow Rd, next to the railway station. I can still remember the sound of the goods wagons going by at night.

One good thing is, I gave up the Jewish religion and thank goodness for that. It was only when I was twelve and I read about the Hitler problem that I realised I was Jewish. Fortunately, we weren’t religious in my family and we didn’t go to the synagogue. But I went to prepare for my Bar Mitzvah and they tried to harm me with Hebrew. We were taught by these Russians and if you didn’t learn it they bashed you. That put me off religion there and then. Yet when we got outside the Black Shirts were waiting for us in the street, calling ‘Here look, it’s the Jew boys!’ and they wanted to bash me too. Fortunately, I could run fast in those days.

My mother used to do all the shopping in the Roman Rd market. She hated shopping, so she sent me to do it for her in Brick Lane. It was a penny on the tram, there and back. But they all spoke Yiddish and I couldn’t communicate, so I thought, ‘I’d better listen to my grandmother who spoke Yiddish.’ I learnt it from her and it is one of the funniest languages you can imagine.

Although my parents were poor, my Uncle Charlie was rich. He was a commercial artist and my father said to him, ‘The boy wants to learn a craft.’ So Charlie got me a place at Woolwich Polytechnic to learn signwriting but I spent all day trying to sharpen my pencil.  Then he took me out of the school and got me a job as a lettering artist at the Lawrence Danes Studio in Chancery Lane. It was wonderful to come up to the city to work, and his nephew befriended me and we went to art shops together to look at art books. We drew out letters and filled them in with Indian Ink, mostly Gill Sans. Typesetters usually got the spacing wrong but if you did it by hand you could get it right. It was all squares, circles and triangles.

When Uncle Charlie started his own studio in Fetter Lane above the Vogue photo studio, he offered me a job at £1 a week. Nobody showed me how to do anything, I worked it out for myself. He got me to do illustrations and comic drawings and retouching of photographs. At night, we went down in the tube stations entertaining people sheltering from the blitz. I played my violin like Django Reinhardt and he played like Stefan Grappelli, and one day we were recorded and ended up on Workers’ Playtime.

I had been doing some still lifes but I wanted to paint the beautiful old shops in Campbell Rd, Bow, so I went to make some sketches and a policeman came up and asked to see my identity card. ‘You can’t do this because we’ve had complaints you’re a spy,’ he said. It was illegal to take photographs during the war, so I sat and absorbed into memory what I saw. And the result came out like a naive or primitive painting. When Herbert Buckley my tutor at Woolwich saw it, he said, ‘Would you like to be a painter? I’ll put you in for the Royal College of Art. To be honest, I should rather have done illustration or lettering. At the Royal College of Art, my tutors included Carel Weight – he said, ‘I’m not interested in art only in pictures.’ – Ruskin Spear – ‘always drunk because of the pain of polio’ – and John Minton – ‘ a lovely man, if only he hadn’t been so mixed up.'”

Alfred was keen to enlist, “I wanted to stop Hitler coming over and stringing me up !” – though he never saw active service, but the discovery of painting and of his signature style as the British Douanier Rousseau stayed with him for the rest of his life. After Alfred left the East End in 1945, he kept coming back to make sketchbooks and do paintings, often of the same subjects – as you see above and below, with two images of the Gramophone man in Wentworth St painted fifty years apart.

With natural generosity of spirit, Alfred Daniels told me, “Making a painting is like baking a cake, one slice is for you but the rest is for everyone else.”

The Gramophone Man in Wentworth St, 1950

Sketchbook pages – Cable St, April 1964.

Sketchbook pages – Old Montague St, March 1964.

Sketchbook pages – Hessel St, April 1964.

Sketchbook pages – Old Montague St & Davenant St, March 1964.

Sketchbook pages – Fruit Seller in Hessel St, March 1964.

Leadenhall Market, drawing, 2008.

Billingsgate Market.

Tower Bridge, 2008.

The Royl Exchange, 2008.

Crossing London Bridge, 2008.

In Alfred’s studio

Alfred Daniels, Artist

19 Responses leave one →
  1. Philip Miller permalink
    January 27, 2012

    Althought this style of painting and drawing looks “naive” it actually is very detailed and like impressionism also gives a feeling of movement and reality that is hard to convey in other formats.

    This is a very interesting interview of an artist who is unknown to me in Australia, and I have enjoyed the enclosed photos of his work,

    Best wishes to you both,


    Philip ( from Ostralia as Spike used to say ! )

  2. January 27, 2012

    An intriguing gentleman. Thank you for another great portrait.

  3. Jimmy A permalink
    January 27, 2012

    Would love to buy one of his pieces. Is he exhibiting anywhere currently?

  4. January 27, 2012

    Lovely piece on Danny – you’ve done him proud! Thank you.

  5. Ruth permalink
    January 27, 2012

    One of my favourite pieces so far. Now I wonder how much those pictures are…I’d love a few on the walls!

  6. January 27, 2012

    Alfred taught me on Foundation Course at Sir John Cass School of Art, Whitechapel 1980-81. He looks the same only thinner! I love the paintings and drawings. At the time I was intrigued about the type of painting he was doing. It was a memorable year and the staff were quite eccentric and different. Remember it with great fondness,


  7. Annie permalink
    January 27, 2012

    Lowry for Londoners – but without the Northern angst. I love these and would own every one if I was minted. Great life story too. I look forward to living in my dressing gown when I am 88.

  8. January 28, 2012

    Alfred’s work is absolutely delightful!

  9. Jenny permalink
    January 28, 2012

    brilliant. Love the two cats painting.

  10. April 5, 2012

    I saw two pictures by this guy at the Bankside Gallery today. One recent one of a cat on Hastings beach – which seems to be a signature theme of his – and a really lovely little street scene from 1960 called Yellow Cello, centring on a busking cello player. Wish I could have afforded to buy it.

  11. June 20, 2012

    I love your work. In fact, I bought your ‘Flinty in Hastings’ at Bedford Park Summer Exhibition two days ago. I have a cat, ‘Molly’, who looks just like ‘Flinty’ and also a wonderful black cat called ‘Hamish’. You’d never guess what part of the world I come from! and I do love your ‘Flinty in Scotland’. Thank you for giving me something I will always treasure xx

  12. Philippa J Hill permalink
    January 25, 2013

    (Alfred Daniels) Danny, taught me how to make fresh mayonnaise at My Great Auntie Lilly’s. That was the start of my love affair with good quality food from the simplest of ingredients. His work also inspired me for my own Art O level back in 1982!!!! some time ago now. I tried to copy his style from a Brighton pier and sea front painting (that my parents had) and the examing board loved it, unbeknown to them. My school also used his “How to paint” books after that. I love all of his work and the long duration of his most eminent career as an RA Artist. Great Britian is so lucky to have such a wonderful Artist. Long may he continue in good health.

  13. Mandy permalink
    March 29, 2013

    OMG ! Fantastic I lived in gouldston street
    Petticoat lane it’s a shame you haven’t got the old flats Thai lived in
    1953 -1969 . Brings back so many memory’s
    Have you got a book out with all the paintings in I’d
    Love to buy one ? Once again thanks for the memoriesxxx

  14. Alan Carter permalink
    April 25, 2013

    I’m another former student and was tutored by Danny at Sir John Cass in the mid 1980’s. A delightful fellow with a vivacious character who inspired many with his obvious passion for art and his enjoyment of life.

  15. A. Wilde permalink
    July 16, 2016

    I bought a drawing in the 1950s in London from A. Daniels. He was selling his drawings I think, outside an art gallery. We were in London on a school trip around the galleries. I would love to know if it was by Alfred Daniels. Is his work on show anywhere or published in a book at all? It is a pen drawing of a dog’s face and signed A.Daniels. I look forward to hearing from you. Ann Wilde

  16. Stephen Daniels permalink
    December 20, 2016

    Danny is my Uncle, and I,ve always loved his work. Unfortunately I’m the one member of the family who had no artistic talent whatsoever. My Father( Danny’s Brother Dennis) was a commercial artist. I remember one frustrating afternoon at my Grandparents when Danny tried to teach me to draw a chair, and he just could’nt understand why I could’nt do it. I got my own back a few years later when trying to teach him to bowl leg breaks and googlies, he just could’nt do it, can’t understand why.

  17. Wolfgang Grundner permalink
    June 21, 2018

    Thank you for your work, it’s fantastic!

    Greetings from Salzburg

  18. Malcolm permalink
    November 13, 2020

    Great artist.
    I have 15 of Danny’s family films on 8mm – in colour.
    Showing family holidays in the 1960’s / 70s.
    Also some footage of London that he took which matches his paintings subject matter & same for Spain.
    Let me know if anyone is interested in these.
    I’ve tried to contact the family but can’t find a link.


  19. frank permalink
    January 11, 2021

    Hello There,
              My Name is Frank Jullius from New York. I actually observed my Wife has been viewing your website on my laptop and i guess she likes your piece of work. I’m also impressed and amazed to have seen your various works too,  You are doing a Great job. I would like to purchase one of your ARTWORKS  as a surprise to my Wife on our anniversary. Also, let me know if you accept CHECK as mode of Payment.

    Thanks and best regards

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