Obituary: Sean Crampton

Nick Dewey
Thursday 22 July 1999 23:02 BST
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SEAN CRAMPTON was a distinguished sculptor whose earlier manhood had included brave military exploits during the Second World War. This unusual combination of artist and soldier was apparent in his robust personality, but he was naturally modest when speaking about his achievements as either.

He was born in Manchester in 1918, the eldest son of an architect. His earliest leanings were toward the craft of silversmithing, which he studied as a young teenager at the Vittoria Junior School of Art in Birmingham from 1930 until 1933. He later attended the Central School of Art in that city, and then spent some time working on his own and at Fernand Leger's studio in Paris.

By the time war broke out in 1939, he had already joined the Territorial Army and he was soon commissioned as a subaltern in the 1st Battalion of the London Irish Rifles (London Division). He saw action in the Western Desert and in the Italian Campaign, notably in confronting the stiff German defences on the eastern side of the island of Sicily.

As part of the Eighth Army, both battalions had landed near the ancient city of Syracuse early in July 1943 and had then marched across the Plain of Catania in preparation for a major assault. It was on several successive nights during the middle of that month that 2nd Lt Crampton led a series of patrols aimed at clearing out small pockets of enemy resistance. While leading his platoon, he "displayed great gallantry and extremely high powers of leadership and devotion to duty" (as reported in the London Gazette), for which he was awarded the Military Cross.

Six months later, on 19 January 1944, when the Allied armies were struggling through an appalling winter on the mainland of Italy, Crampton found himself in charge of a guide party from "A" Company (of which he was now second in command), sent out to reconnoitre ahead of the main night attack. They suddenly encountered a belt of mines, when he felt his foot treading on the igniter of one of them. The official citation summarised what happened next:

Without hesitation [Lieutenant Crampton] shouted to those near him to get down while keeping his foot pressed on the mine, which went off under it, but failed to rise in the air owing to the force of explosion being taken by his foot. Lieutenant Crampton's foot was blown off but, by his gallant action, knowing full well what the result of this was likely to be, he undoubtedly saved the lives of those near him, all of whom escaped without injury by his quick decision and personal self-sacrifice.

For this further act of bravery he received the George Medal.

His amputated limb inevitably took him out of the war and he required a long period of rehabilitation. In due course he was able to return to his chosen career as artist- craftsman and teacher.

The years (1946-50) that he spent as Professeur de Sculpture at the Anglo- French Art Centre in St John's Wood, London, he would subsequently look back upon as being influential in his development as a sculptor; they witnessed his increasing technical mastery and creative adventurousness, which went hand in hand with his own inspirations - his love of mythology, history (both human and natural) and the deeper world of the spirit.

Although Crampton could claim indebtedness to several great predecessors, he did not have much in common with other sculptors of his generation, and therein lies his originality. You cannot look at one of his figures and expect to understand or appreciate it at a mere glance. It demands concentration of both head and heart. Marina Vaizey had described his works as "airy", and there is indeed a kind of openness and mobility about them, a striving to combat the static nature of the material from which they were moulded. Bronze and welded phosphor bronze suited his talents especially, and he could be seen in his rambling studio in the Wiltshire countryside, enjoying the transmutation of sparks and flames and melting metal into a finished creation.

Besides exhibiting at the Royal Academy and other institutional galleries, Crampton held 17 one- man shows in the West End over a period of nearly four decades. Works on a more heroic scale were commissioned by civic organisations, colleges (two at Cambridge), churches and convents. Some found their home on remote and rugged sites, while other figures on religious themes would reflect events from the Gospel story. He was particularly gratified when he was asked to create the war memorial for his own regiment.

Several of his most notable works earned him awards from the Civic Trust and from the Royal Society of British Sculptors. He had been a member of that body since 1953 and served as its president for five years (1966- 71). His wise counsel and the fruits of his long experience were also in demand from other associations concerned with the arts: for a time he was chairman of the College Council at Camberwell School of Art, and then a governor of the London Institute when it absorbed a number of the leading art schools in the metropolis. He had been an active member of the Art Workers' Guild and in 1978 was elected its Master.

None of these honours can alone bespeak the man himself. Sen Crampton was a confident and courageous human being, unassailed by metaphysical doubts. And when finally immobilised by the painful disability of his war injury he would talk about it with clinical detachment as if his body were someone else's. Strong in every sense of the word, powerfully built, with a heart of oak, he delighted in deep discussions on the workings of the Holy Spirit or on other matters of faith and morals. His views, expressed with forthright brevity, were always focused on essentials. Yet warmth and good-humour were seldom absent from his conversation.

No account of his life would be complete without mention of his happy 40-year marriage to Patricia (nee Wood), his third wife, a brilliant linguist and translator whose gifts perfectly complemented his. Together they exerted an uplifting influence on their wide circle of friends, to whom they opened themselves unreservedly.

Since his death the family have discovered among his papers a hand-written reminiscence of the action in which he won the MC that he entitled simply "Battlefield". Its chief interest lies in Crampton's vivid recollection of an intense inner experience that occurred in the heat of battle when the principal events of his past life came to him in a flash and he was overwhelmed by an indescribable joy accompanied by the certain conviction of his own immortality. It was this experience that initiated his long spiritual journey, of which he had written more recently (in a beautiful essay on the subject of landscape) that "on pilgrimage you become part of a shared and sacred path and are integrated with the earth made holy by its saints".

For Sen Crampton, whose conversion to the Roman Catholic Church later in life was a dominant inspiration, that pilgrimage is not yet over.

Arthur Edward Sen Crampton, sculptor: born Manchester 15 March 1918; MC 1943; GM 1944; FRBS 1965; three times married (one son, four daughters); died Calne, Wiltshire 16 July 1999.

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