MICHAEL FOREMAN

TELLING TALES

Chris Beetles Gallery is delighted to present a major selling retrospective of works by one of the best-loved creators of children's books since the Second World War.

The exhibition includes over 275 works spanning 50 years of achievement and focuses on his work as an illustrator of fairy tales, myths and legends, and children's classics, including collaborations with Brian Alderson, Angela Carter, Roald Dahl, Terry Jones and Michael Morpurgo.

THAT NIGHT HE HID HIMSELF NEAR THE ROCK WHERE HE HAD SEEN THE THREE BLACK CATS WITH SHINING EYES by MICHAEL FOREMAN

THAT NIGHT HE HID HIMSELF NEAR THE ROCK WHERE HE HAD SEEN THE THREE BLACK CATS WITH SHINING EYES

THE WOLVES SNAPPED AND SNARLED THEIR DISAPPOINTMENT, AS SVEN WAS HAULED HIGHER AND HIGHER by MICHAEL FOREMAN

THE WOLVES SNAPPED AND SNARLED THEIR DISAPPOINTMENT, AS SVEN WAS HAULED HIGHER AND HIGHER

THEN THANGBRAND WENT TO A BOULDER, AND SWUNG HIS SWORD HIGH AND WILD ABOVE HIS HEAD by MICHAEL FOREMAN

THEN THANGBRAND WENT TO A BOULDER, AND SWUNG HIS SWORD HIGH AND WILD ABOVE HIS HEAD

THE DOG HEADED WARRIORS BEGAN TO LEAP OUT OF THEIR STRANGE CRAFT by MICHAEL FOREMAN

THE DOG HEADED WARRIORS BEGAN TO LEAP OUT OF THEIR STRANGE CRAFT

'WE ARE IN THE NEST OF THE GREAT BIRD!' CRIED ERIK by MICHAEL FOREMAN

'WE ARE IN THE NEST OF THE GREAT BIRD!' CRIED ERIK

THE BIRD SWOOPED LOW OVER WHERE RAGNAR FORKBEARD WAS STANDING, AND SNATCHED HIM UP IN ITS MONSTROUS CLAW by MICHAEL FOREMAN

THE BIRD SWOOPED LOW OVER WHERE RAGNAR FORKBEARD WAS STANDING, AND SNATCHED HIM UP IN ITS MONSTROUS CLAW

SOON THE SPELL-HOUND WAS SPINNING LIKE A CATHERINE WHEEL by MICHAEL FOREMAN

SOON THE SPELL-HOUND WAS SPINNING LIKE A CATHERINE WHEEL

RAGNAR FORKBEARD HAD ALREADY CLIMBED UP TO THE BLUE ORCHIDS by MICHAEL FOREMAN

RAGNAR FORKBEARD HAD ALREADY CLIMBED UP TO THE BLUE ORCHIDS

ERIK AND HIS MEN DRAGGED THEIR SHIP, GOLDEN DRAGON, THROUGH THE CAVERN BENEATH THE EDGE OF THE WORLD by MICHAEL FOREMAN

ERIK AND HIS MEN DRAGGED THEIR SHIP, GOLDEN DRAGON, THROUGH THE CAVERN BENEATH THE EDGE OF THE WORLD

'THIS IS MY HARP,' SAID THE GIANT. 'ON IT I PLAYED SUCH MUSIC THAT EVERYONE WHO HEARD IT WAS MY FRIEND.' by MICHAEL FOREMAN

'THIS IS MY HARP,' SAID THE GIANT. 'ON IT I PLAYED SUCH MUSIC THAT EVERYONE WHO HEARD IT WAS MY FRIEND.'

AT THAT MOMENT WRITHING LINES OF EVERY COLOUR BEGAN TO FALL THICK AND FAST, UNTIL THE SHINING LAKE WAS BOILING AND THE DECK OF GOLDEN DRAGON WAS COVERED WITH COILING SNAKES by MICHAEL FOREMAN

AT THAT MOMENT WRITHING LINES OF EVERY COLOUR BEGAN TO FALL THICK AND FAST, UNTIL THE SHINING LAKE WAS BOILING AND THE DECK OF GOLDEN DRAGON WAS COVERED WITH COILING SNAKES

THE WHIRLPOOL by MICHAEL FOREMAN

THE WHIRLPOOL

SUDDENLY THEY FOUND THEIR WAY BLOCKED BY A FEARSOME GIANT by MICHAEL FOREMAN

SUDDENLY THEY FOUND THEIR WAY BLOCKED BY A FEARSOME GIANT

THERE STOOD THE OLD MAN OF THE SEA IN A SWIRLING PILLAR OF WATER, SEETHING WITH RAGE by MICHAEL FOREMAN

THERE STOOD THE OLD MAN OF THE SEA IN A SWIRLING PILLAR OF WATER, SEETHING WITH RAGE

AS THE COMPANIONS WATCHED, THEY SAW THE HANDLE OF BLUEBLADE TURNING, AS IF A HUGE INVISIBLE HAND WERE CUTTING A LARGE CIRCLE IN THE ROCK by MICHAEL FOREMAN

AS THE COMPANIONS WATCHED, THEY SAW THE HANDLE OF BLUEBLADE TURNING, AS IF A HUGE INVISIBLE HAND WERE CUTTING A LARGE CIRCLE IN THE ROCK

THERE WAS A CLAP OF THUNDER AND A FLASH OF LIGHTNING, AND DEATH WAS GONE by MICHAEL FOREMAN

THERE WAS A CLAP OF THUNDER AND A FLASH OF LIGHTNING, AND DEATH WAS GONE

CHARLIE AND WILLY WONKA by MICHAEL FOREMAN

CHARLIE AND WILLY WONKA

CHARLIE AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY by MICHAEL FOREMAN

CHARLIE AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY

AND EVERY DAY, LITTLE CHARLIE BUCKET, TRUDGING THROUGH THE SNOW ON HIS WAY TO SCHOOL, WOULD HAVE TO PASS MR WILLY WONKA'S GIANT CHOCOLATE FACTORY by MICHAEL FOREMAN

AND EVERY DAY, LITTLE CHARLIE BUCKET, TRUDGING THROUGH THE SNOW ON HIS WAY TO SCHOOL, WOULD HAVE TO PASS MR WILLY WONKA'S GIANT CHOCOLATE FACTORY

ALL THAT REMAINED OF VIOLET BEAUREGARDE WAS A TINY PAIR OF LEGS AND A TINY PAIR OF ARMS STICKING OUT OF THE GREAT ROUND FRUIT AND LITTLE HEAD ON TOP by MICHAEL FOREMAN

ALL THAT REMAINED OF VIOLET BEAUREGARDE WAS A TINY PAIR OF LEGS AND A TINY PAIR OF ARMS STICKING OUT OF THE GREAT ROUND FRUIT AND LITTLE HEAD ON TOP

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