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Dorothy Bishop, Artist & Teacher

May 13, 2025
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Looking towards the City of London from Morpeth School, 1961

This painting shows the view from the art room at the top of the school in Bethnal Green where Dorothy Bishop taught for twenty years. It was a formative experience that Dorothy treasured and this painting – which her friend Ruth Richardson kindly brought to my attention –  is one of only a few pictures of hers that are known to exist. Although she painted throughout her life, she did not consider herself a professional artist.

Born in Brockley, Dorothy lived with her parents, her elder sister and younger brother for most of her life. After training as an Art teacher, she taught at a school in the north west of England for the duration of the war, returning south to live in Harefield, Uxbridge with her parents afterwards. In 1947, Dorothy took a job teaching evening classes Stewart Headlam Recreational Evening Institute in Morpeth St, an employment which was to occupy her until 1968. Recording her memory of these years, Dorothy wrote a diary of her impressions of the people and the place from which we include these excerpts.

“I was there for twenty-one years and it was one of the best things in my life. Now I am old and I must lead a quiet life, I would give much to be back at Stewart Headlam School. I really loved the cockney boys and girls, especially the wit and vitality of the boys. The whole atmosphere was full of life and rough kindness. I loved the wildness of the boys, once it had snowed and they made for me with snowballs and I saw their dark eyes dancing with joy, shining in the lamplight. They did enjoy things. The layabout boys tended to come to Art as in football training you had to do something, whereas in Art you could just sit and exercise your wit on the teacher and thus show off to your friends. The girls then were almost a different tribe and provided me often with members of the class who would work and were also friendly. They always supported me in any trouble with the boys and, on the whole, sex solidarity was more powerful than class solidarity.”

“The class was from 7:30pm to 9:30pm with a quarter of an hour’s break to go to the canteen for a cup of tea. The second half of the class was the most difficult as the boys would become restless, even to throw pencils. Sometimes I was utterly exhausted at the end and thought, ‘Why am I doing this?’ but then I thought, ‘Why should they drive me out?’ also I really loved them and there were some gentle quiet boys and girls who would talk to me. The next week they would be quite different and ask, ‘Did we upset you, Miss? We was only having a bit of a giggle.’”

“I was not approved of by the L.C.C. inspectors. Once they found my class copying Mickey Mouse and painting him in bright colours. I told them I could not change the taste of Bethnal Green for such things, but did not add – as I thought – that it would be impertinent to try to do so. In their report they said I was ‘defeatist’. I got a letter which said, ‘While your qualifications remain at their present level you are not suitable for employment by the L.C.C.” I was devastated. I was not terrific but I had had a full art training. As to drawing Mickey Mouse, the Pop Artists were doing this a few years later.”

Dorothy Bishop (1913-2005)

Painting copyright © Estate of Dorothy Bishop

(With thanks to Esther North, Dorothy’s niece)

6 Responses leave one →
  1. Rob Edwards permalink
    May 13, 2025

    ‘While your qualifications remain at their present level you are not suitable for employment by the L.C.C.”

    Which, I’m suspecting Male, Prat of the then L.C.C.’s of the then L.C.C.’s Educational Inspectorate penned such garbage guff?

    What, I’m wondering, evidences the case for arguing that things are not just different but better now?

  2. ANDY STROWMAN permalink
    May 13, 2025

    All I can say is Dorothy deserves a plaque in the school .
    Such teachers are rare like gold on a beer stained table . I got told by a family member that when he was at school the children had to queue up outside the art room and then be let in .

    One day there’s a noise going on .
    A few peeped in and saw the Head Teacher rolling snout on the floor with the art teacher having a punch up !

  3. tessa hunkin permalink
    May 13, 2025

    What a wonderful woman. A lovely painting and an inspiring attitude, I wish I had known her.

  4. Bethea Jenner permalink
    May 13, 2025

    I love this painting and I love the cut of Miss Bishop’s jib. She looks and sounds wonderful. Thank you for introducing her to us.

  5. May 13, 2025

    I have taken an extra measure of enjoyment from this story, because I believe I married an example of these “rough” boys, and eventually came to know (and enjoy) a whole gang of them from the streets of Hell’s Kitchen in Manhattan. These Catholic school boys were relentlessly mischievous……..”the wit and vitality” as Ms. Bishop so patiently described. And, like the boys in her story, they would sometimes feel a bit shame-faced over their exploits and loud uproars. Their charm was (and is) undeniable and irrepressible.

    The painting here makes me LONG to see more. And it makes me wish I could have assured Ms. Bishop of her obvious abilities and added some encouragement. Looking at this scene, I sensed layers of activity and humanity, tucked into a teeming city….a mix of gentility and collected
    debris. A glorious narrative painting!

  6. Marcia Howard permalink
    May 13, 2025

    I agree with Andy S – definitely deserving of a Plaque; and more! A dedicated and talented teacher that probably made a positive and lasting impact on many of her young pupils. A disgrace that she lost her job due to the ignorance of ‘those in charge’ back then! I bet all those LCC Inspectors were all men – Bah!

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