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A virtual solo exhibition as a commemorate for Teesside- based artist late Ivan Woods. 


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Dear Friends, 


Saabat Gallery would like to invite you to a virtual exhibition. 
This time we present you a new solo exhibition as a commemorate for Teesside- based artist late Ivan Woods.

Ivan Woods – ‘What has changed?’

What has changed’, a virtual exhibition presents new paintings and a selection, which has informed by his ongoing investigation of the daily life surrounding him in Teesside.


Daily lives of people from Middlesbrough and the surrounding area has been painted and depicted by many artists, such as in David Mulholland and David Watson’s work during the second half of 20th and 21st-century, among the other artists’ paintings of seemingly daily life. 


In his paintings, Ivan considered and felt the very essence of Teesside in all its forms with honesty and a keen perception, conveying considerable emotion.

Ivan showed a restless searching quality and deep compassion for human situations and conditions. He painted everyday life on the streets, blast furnaces from the heart of Teesside’s industry, as well as the loneliness and gracefulness of Paddy’s Hole and splendor of the surrounding countryside.

This exhibition is a testament to the skill, empathy and compassion that went into Ivan’s representation of the area of Teesside and a desire to explore his relationship with the environment through his art. 


We are asking whether it is too much to hope that Teesside will be able to appreciate both his talents and the care he shows in his work, or better yet, recognise them for years to come.


Azad K.M 


Curator 


Saturday 4th of July 2020


From family of Ivan

Ivan was born on 2.2.1945. He was born and lived in the st hildas area of Middlesbrough. Ivan was the son of Almazov and Peggy Woods and brother to Olga. He did very well in school and passed his 11plus. Ivan said when he was around 2 years old his mam caught him drawing a picture on the pavement with dry dog poo on a stick. This is when his Mam bought him his first paint set. Ivan loved art and music. He was self taught playing piano and guitar and played keyboard in bands. He loved painting and drawing. In later life Ivan went to art college where he received his BA Honours. Ivan met Marion and had a beautiful baby girl, Sonya. Sadly that marriage broke down and very regrettably Ivan lost touch with Sonya but they were reunited years later and got to know each other, to Ivan’s complete delight. Ivan met Kath in the early 80’s and had a long relationship having Mitchell, Samuel and Lucinda.

Unfortunately that relationship ended but thankfully Ivan and Kath stayed friends. Ivan was very proud of his family, his children and grandchildren. Ivan did his BA in fine art and had a studio at Saabat art gallery which he loved going to and become a very good friend with artist Azad K.M, a founder and director of saabat since 2016. Sadly Ivan was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in March 2019, he had a round of chemotherapy and made a difficult decision to stop the chemotherapy. Ivan still managed to live in his flat until December 2019 when he had a fall breaking his arm, that is when he went into Linthorpe care home where he was loved kissed and treat so well by all the staff, Ivan living in the nursing home was perfect as it was easy access for Sam and Lucy to make their daily visits to him as they live around the corner.


Ivan loved the phone calls and messages from Mitchell, Sonya and his friends. Ivan passed away 19th May at 13:34pm. It was a peaceful passing with Christine the nurse from the home, Sam holding his hand and Lucy and Kath with him. Ivan took his last breath without a struggle and moved on with his journey.

From friend of Ivan

Seven years ago I took up painting. A complete novice looking for guidance, I was steered toward the Cleveland Art society. The following week another new member called Ivan woods joined. He obviously wasn’t looking for guidance. He was an accomplished painter with a BA Honours degree just looking for inspiration. We got on from day one.


As Ivan didn’t drive, I would pick him up for meetings and we soon became good friends. As part of the society, we would often have days out plein air painting. Ivan was in his element. One of his favourite places to paint was South Gare. He loved the green fishing huts, the boats at Paddy’s Hole and the beach with the Steelworks on the horizon. His confidence with his brush strokes grew and he became excited about painting again. His excitement and my eagerness to learn got us to talking about getting a studio together so we could paint daily. Weeks later we were lucky enough to secure a shared studio in the Saabat Gallery in South Bank. A fabulous converted church dedicated to bringing art back into the community.


As Ivan didn’t drive, I would pick him up for meetings and we soon became good friends. As part of the society, we would often have days out plein air painting. Ivan was in his element. One of his favourite places to paint was South Gare. He loved the green fishing huts, the boats at Paddy’s Hole and the beach with the Steelworks on the horizon. His confidence with his brush strokes grew and he became excited about painting again. His excitement and my eagerness to learn got us to talking about getting a studio together so we could paint daily. Weeks later we were lucky enough to secure a shared studio in the Saabat Gallery in South Bank. A fabulous converted church dedicated to bringing art back into the community.

It was a joy for both of us. We would eagerly go every day. We shared a passion for painting. Ivan never made me feel inferior. Painting, for him was second nature. With just a few confident strokes he had a painting worth hanging. I was still feeling my way. The rugged ballads of Bob Dylan celebrated from our stereo and we sang and painted to the beat of Tangled up in Blue, Times They are a changing, and many more Dylan hits. Now and again I’d put capital radio on and would laugh when he joined in with Anne-Marie Rockabye. Him doing the Sean Paul reggae parts.

He would tell me tales about his life growing up in the Saint Hilda’s area of Middlesbrough (over the border). He spoke proudly of his Russian father Almazov, and also Peggy his mother. He had a happy childhood. Born 2nd Feb 1945, his love for painting started aged just 2 years old. He would draw with anything he could get his hands on. His mother’s lipstick, a sucked end of a matchstick and, believe it or not, dry dog poo. His dad sold his first drawing of an automobile when he was aged just three.

Ivan was very knowledgeable re Art history. He would talk about many different artists. Their journey, lifestyle, paintings, all in a very confident, nonchalant way. Like they were his pals. He taught me so much. In a way that I didn’t feel like I was learning.

Just remembering gossip. 
Ivan also loved to travel. At least twice a year he would go cruising around Europe visiting as many galleries he could cram in. He would send me photos of various cities and places of interest he would visit. He told me that although he loved to travel, the place he loved to be more than anywhere was his studio in Saabat Gallery.

After a 15 year hiatus, Ivan was back, doing what he was put on this earth to do. His enthusiasm for painting had returned and he was producing some amazing pieces of art. Exhibiting regularly at The Heritage Gallery and Stokesley Town Hall. I was proud to stand beside him, as he was with me. For the next 5 years we painted, we laughed, we sang and we flourished. Life was sweet.


Sadly, after a year long battle with illness our journey together came to an end 19th May 2020. Ivan still stands beside me. I can’t see him, but I know he’s there. 


Pauline Mccarthy

From daughter of Ivan

We were kept apart almost half a century, but made up as much as we could over the last few years. 


I was very proud and connected to the man I grew to know. 


There’s a lot of personal history that doesn’t need to be discussed.


All I can say is my Dad and I had our own short but lovely relationship.


I’m heartbroken to be honest, that he has been seperated from me twice.


The genes were always there and he gave me gifts of art, photography, music, and politics. 


He was an intelligent talented man that I’m so glad I managed to connect with despite years of obstacles. 


Rest in peace Dad. The time and the conversations we had will always be special to me. We packed a lot of chat into a short time, and I’m sorry we won’t get to do our coffee dates. I will always think of you with love. 


Night night Dad xxx 


I will miss our chats 


Sonya McGhee

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