HOME TOO SMALL,
SO BOSCOE REACHES OUT
By Angela Pidduck
Newsday
April 16, 2000
Page 60
Boscoe Holder's collection of paintings and period costumes were
pushing him out of his home and small studio at No 82b Woodford Street,
Newtown, so he thought, "I should get a new studio."
One
year later, from demolition of the old property next to the George Brown house
in which the Holders live, to the final coat of paint, Boscoe and Sheila Holder
invited a large crowd of art lovers to celebrate the opening of "Boscoe
Holder's new studio" on Friday March 31.
The
studio will be opened to viewers "by appointment only, you telephone
and I will show," explains Boscoe "I wish it could be otherwise
but I am a bit too old for that.
"The
studio is more of a repository cum museum.
My brother, Geoffrey will send paintings; son Chris his ballet books
and ethnic costumes. I hope to eventually
display our vintage European collection of Sheila's wardrobe from the days
when she sang."
Because
Holder is not the gushing type, he would only smile widely when asked if this
was a dream come true. A dream which
took 61 long years as a professional painter to materialize. "My first art exhibition was in 1937.
After Cazabon is me" claims this outspoken man who holds being
Trinidadian "very dear to me."
His
studio and what it stands for is meant for posterity: "I hope somebody
would be able to sustain it without messing it up. The Europeans go differently, here there is a lot of talk and everything
goes down the drain."
But
then the Holders have a son, Christian, who I am certain will see that his
father's dreams were carried on. He
started out as a classical ballet dancer, but dance puts a strain on the body,
and so he has become a choreographer and costume designer which takes him
all over the world. "Occasionally"
says his proud mother "he will make a cameo appearance in a show."
As
only Boscoe can, he has used fragile, lacy-looking insets from India in his
studio as he found it difficult to match the original fretwork, which still
also exists in his home, next door.
Boscoe
credits his father for what he is today: "No other black man had my father's
vision. Any other parent would have
killed me as a young, sensible man - piano painting, dancing, costuming -
those were the colonial days you had to be academic, there was no art education
here."