Monthly Archives: February 2015

Brian, about 32

My Husband, The Late Brian Taylor

Michele Pregnant with first child, Belle
Michele Pregnant with first child, Belle 1989

This is the first of many  blogs I plan to write about my late husband, the sculptor Brian Taylor.

First to thank the friends and family who have supported myself and our children since Brian passed away.

We want to celebrate his life through his exceptional artwork and with the great support we have already received, this is proving to be a very positive and exciting experience.

Thank you also to the collectors who have already come on board. Without their support at this early stage of building Brian’s reputation, we would have had a much steeper hill to climb. With  their appreciation and love of Brian’s work we are on our way to doing him the justice he deserves.

Brian worked hard in the studio all of the time I knew him, so the work you see on this new site, is not all, by far of the works he made. His studio needs renovation and with this come the exciting discoveries of new pieces, many made before I knew him.

So I will keep you posted in my regular blogs with stories about his past and future exhibitions.

Michele Franklin

Brian, about 32

Student Life with Brian



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This is a picture of Brian taken long before I knew him. We think he was about thirty-two here.

I was eighteen when I met him and he was forty-one. I was in my Foundation year at  Camberwell College of Arts and Crafts. I had been sent to the sculpture department as a tutee for Brian as the painters considered me, “too flamboyant and outrageous!”

Michele in Brian's studio with his life size "Burano Cow"

I remember the first time I met him was when I was booked to have a tutorial. So I arrived at the Sumner Road Sculpture Annexe in Peckham with my large folder, bursting with drawings and keen to meet my new tutor. I entered the small smoky staff room on my right and enquired about Brian.

“Oh you don’t want to talk to him today dear, ” was the response I got, “He’s in one of his black depressions.”

“Well I’ve got a tutorial with him and I’m not lugging this folder all the way back to the painting department until I’ve found him!” I retorted and rushing out of the poky room I bumped right  into him. Someone said, “This girl’s here to have a tutorial with you Brian.” So immediately I  knew  this was my tutor and said, “Well you don’t look like you’re in a black depression!” We both burst out laughing until he said with a wry look on his face , “Why don’t we do the tutorial another day?” To which I replied vehemently, “Certainly not, this is a serious matter. I came here to learn to draw, as apparently sculptors draw differently from painters, and I intend to find out about that!”

Actually I knew my drawing was  weak and really had little understanding of the kind of space that concerns sculptors’ drawings. So Brian helped to confirm this by saying, “Well you do really need to learn to draw my dear.” (There was a lot of , “my dearing to girls in those days!) So I said that I knew that,and did he have anything constructive to suggest apart from , “My dear!”  It was at  this point that he suggested the four hour drawing classes, twice a week, starting at the end of the day from 4 til  8pm! So of course I was obliged to go, and that was when my real education in drawing began. I continued those classes for several years and really learnt a completely new approach to thinking about drawing, as well as new concepts about, “space.”