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Ogmore Valley by Harry Robertson
The River at Lady Bagots by Harry Robertson
Llandudno by Harry Robertson
Sketch of Torso by Harry Robertson
Reclining Figure by Harry Robertson
Baby, drawing with Mother by Harry Robertson
Reclining Female by Harry Robertson
The Stream at the Farm by Harry Robertson
At the Farm by Harry Robertson
By The Farm by Harry Robertson
By the Dee by Harry Robertson
Moel Famau from Loggerheads by Harry Robertson
Winter Tree in North Wales by Harry Robertson
Male Torso by Harry Robertson
Semi Cubist Life Drawing by Harry Robertson
Dancers Preparing by Harry Robertson
Autumn at Loggerheads by Harry Robertson
Black Face Mummers by Harry Robertson
Dancers at the International Eisteddfod by Harry Robertson
Lady Bagots by Harry Robertson
Shearing by Harry Robertson
Stormy Weather by Harry Robertson
The Side of the Valley by Harry Robertson
Towards Llanferres by Harry Robertson
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About Harry Robertson
I was born into a British working-class family in Scarborough, Yorkshire. I have an elder brother and sister. We were brought up in what is now called a single-parent family. Our mother was a waitress. When she died, we kids went off in different directions. Not choice, it just happened. After something of a chaotic period I ended up with foster parents living in Darwen, Lancashire, aged eleven. They took me with them when they moved to Manchester.
At the age of twelve I was offered an interview for a place in the Manchester High School of Art, a specialist junior art school in the normal secondary system. A place had become available because a pupil had climbed into the building next door for a bet with his mates. It was Strangeways Prison. So he was kicked out of the school, poor kid. I was lucky enough to get his place. (I found out about these circumstances later, through the child-care system, and many years later I met the expellee who confirmed it!)
A few of us from the High School went to St.Martins College of Art in London, England. At the time it was renowned as the best undergraduate art school in Britain. I'm not sure I learnt a lot at St.Martins. It had and has a terrific reputation, upon which many of the Fine Art staff rested very comfortably. I remember at least a couple of staff who said that artists were born and it, art, could not be taught. Which begged the question in my mind, 'then why are you drawing a salary?'
For a few years after leaving college I worked in various occupations; painter, muralist, carpenter, songwriter, music producer, to name a few. Throughout this time I was painting, and finding my way. Whilst working in education, I eventually became the Head of School in a large Creative Arts Department, in a London College. Subsequently I left to paint full-time which is what I do now.
I was elected to the Royal Cambrian Academy on 24th April 2010.