JONES, Fred Cecil

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Fred Jones  (1891-1956) painter, etcher and teacher was born in Bradford. Fred was the son of artist, Maud Raphael Jones and the husband of Ethel Mary Kitson, another artist.

He studied at Bradford College of Art, 1915 -16, and part-time at Leeds College of Art, 1930-35.

In 1916 Fred volunteered for the Army, but his artistic talent was recognised and he served as a reconnaissance artist, where he gained the nickname, ‘Detail Jones’, for the quality of his work. He briefly taught other Army artists the skill of panoramic reconnaissance drawing, but served most of his time on the Western Front until the close of the war.

After the war,  Fred drew and painted the towns and cities of North England, with work again characterized by its close observation and attention to detail. He also often applied tinted washes to the paintings.

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‘Twilight Over Lancaster’. Image courtesy of AskArt

He exhibited locally, including at Cartwright Hall, and at the Royal Academy, Royal Scottish Academy, Royal Society of British Artists (RBA). He was elected to RBA in 1940 and a memorial exhibition of his work was held at Cartwright Hall, 1956 and at Keighley, 1957.

Fred Jones, Thackley

‘View of Thackley’ (in private collection)

He taught, with his wife, at Pudsey School of Art, where he became Deputy Principal, and his work is held by the Tate Gallery, as well as by the Bradford, Huddersfield and Wakefield Art Galleries. He was a member of the Bradford Arts Club.

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‘Bingley Bridge’. Image: artoftheprint.com In a private collection.

He was a familiar figure around Pudsey, where he later lived and worked.  A journalist wrote a memory of Fred in 1969:

Until his death … his battered trilby and long overcoat were a familiar sight in the town. So was his old suitcase in which he carried his basic equipment, watercolours, brushes, a bottle of Guiness, half a loaf of bread and cold sausages.  His lips were often discoloured – he had a habit of licking his brushes and insisted on a preference for Rose Madder. He said it tasted like eggs and bacon!  For all his eccenticities he was an artist of talent, with a sharp eye for the humorous.  (Bradford Telegraph & Argus, 15.9.1969)