Bernard Pearson

I was born at an early age into a family of soldiers. Grandfather, father, uncles and brother all took the Kings shilling and did daring deeds in foreign fields. When I was eleven I made a small clay figure and knew then I wanted to be an artist. Not really a good career choice when you were expected to follow the flag and family tradition and indeed I did just that for a brief spell. Then fate intervened, bless her, and I found myself at the gates of the Slade to start my Diploma in Art and Design.

The early sixties were a fantastic time to be an art student. So many influences in all the creative processes abounded as did many a recreational substance, glorious women and hedonistic pleasures.
Oh dear reader I supped full of the lot of it.

Now I live and work in a small sleepy market town in the depths of Somerset. What I create is considered, thought out, loved and hated and all those emotions in between that go to making up the creative process.

In my time I have made figures of all sorts, turned hundreds of tons of clay and plaster into objects that have cluttered the homes of literally thousands of people all over the world. I have designed postage stamps which are now part of our national collection, sold painting...