Arthur Berry

Who is the most famous or infamous person you have ever met?

Arthur Berry was an artist, author, poet and playwright from Stoke-on-Trent, Staffordshire, England.

One of Arthur’s portraits.

Arthur was also one of my tutors at college and I was really happy when he said my paintings had a bit of something about them. He always seemed to wear a flat cap and tweed jacket. He was a well built man but had a withered arm. His voice sometimes boomed with emotion and joy.

His art is distinctive, charcoal and pastels, oils, mixed media. Often called the Potteries Lowry, he depicted local people and the interior and exterior landscape of the industrial north Midlands city of Stoke-on-Trent.

The works are semi abstract and strongly atmospheric. The portraits show emotions and feelings, aging couples kissing. The titles are often amusing.

Arthur wrote a series of intriguing plays, darkly comic. Set in old libraries or local pubs. They depict everyday life in the 6 towns of  potteries, Grit, Grime and Clay. I saw several of them in the Victoria Theatre in Hartshill. This was replaced by the New Victoria Theatre in Newcastle under Lyme.

Arthur’s poems were funny and about his life and surroundings. His “ode to the oatcake” celebrating a local food delicacy which he once described as the potteries papadum

He really was someone worth knowing.

Cats calm me

What is good about having a pet?

Cats calm me,

Relax me..

But they trip me up

Knead my stomach

Paw my face

Insist on tasting my food…

But they make me laugh

Purr at me

But then they jump up

On cupboards

Climb up trees

Lie on the stairs

Entertain me,

Keep me company

Cost too much at the vets

Give me love. X

Annual Orme exhibition

Another year on…

Our Orme group continues to meet and create new art.

We are holding our annual exhibition, with paintings, sculpture, jewellery and other art and crafts available. There will be festive refreshments available.

We have new artists who have joined this year so there will be different work amongst the art on display. If you are in the area of Newcastle under Lyme, Staffordshire, on 23rd November 2025 why not come along?

Bonfire night 2025

Remember, remember, the fifth of November, Gunpowder Treason and plot.

For the last couple of weeks fireworks have been going off in the UK to celebrate bonfire night and possibly eid and Halloween too. But last night was the loudest and longest session.

I’d been out and was driving home. At the top of our hill I could see the flashes and bangs of massive fireworks across the city. The weather was clear and dry so I could see a lot of sparkling colours. I’m glad I went home, my poor cats were petrified. I’d forgotten to leave the radio on to drown out the noise. They soon settled down though x

I was driving so couldn’t take a photo but decided to try and draw an idea of a rocket going off in my Artrage app.

Rain

It rained very heavily a few days ago.

I wrote this poem in response :

Rain flowed down the hill
Flooded the gutters
A wall of water
In the midst of it
A man on a mobility scooter
Drove it through two feet of water
Flash flood wheel chair hero!

The man on the scooter was videoed, it made the local TV news! Legend! I think it’s on tiktok in Stoke on Trent.

He’s still here x

My old cat seems to be a bit better, he’s eating more and has gone back on to solid foods. He is more friendly and active too.

I thought his life was over, but he’s somehow stabilised. I’m hoping he keeps going, as long as he’s not in pain. The anxiety has settled a bit in me too. I don’t worry about going out  as much now. I can’t explain the relief I feel. And he’s getting lots of love. He’s lying on the mat near the heater at the moment. Paws tucked under. Typical loaf position.