Francis van Hout
1987 Graduate in Diploma of Visual Communication –Christchurch Polytechnic.
Francis van Hout/F. Van Hout (b.1963, Christchurch, New Zealand), grew up in Aranui (Christchurch) until the 70’s before moving to the Mairehau/Marshlands area. He attended Mairehau High School where he became interested in the Arts. He went on to Graduate with a Diploma of Visual Communication from the Christchurch Polytechnic in 1987 in the subjects of Photography, Design and Printmaking. In 2009, he attended the IIam School of Fine Arts where he studied Painting and won The Sawtell prize for Painting in his second year. Francis has worked as a Graphic Designer, Photographer, Animation Director and as a Technical Director for various Design, Film and Television companies around New Zealand.
His medium at present is Painting but he also uses Photography and Multimedia in his visual art practice. He has exhibited Locally, Nationally and Internationally, in group exhibitions and as a solo artist. His playful works have received many awards – Francis was a finalist in the National Contemporary Art Award in Hamilton, awarded a Merit Award in The Parkin Drawing Award, Merit award for the Molly Morpeth Canaday Art Award, Best painting under $1000 award, The Aspiring Art Award. He currently is a practising Visual Artist working out his Christchurch studio.
www.fvanhoutcollections.blogspot.co.nz / www.cityart.co.nz/gallery/f.-van-hout
Shared Lines: Wellington 2017 / Kaikōura 2019
Raceway Space / Spaceway Race, 2017, Oil on board
Shared Lines: Christchurch / Sendai 2012 - 2013
From the series called ‘Gone…..’. Oil on card. 2012.
Views that we will never be seen again.
These paintings are of the view from the spire of the Christchurch Cathedral. It reminds of the first time climbing the stairs of the spire, with friends, to look down on a view of Christchurch City and the Square. You could see up and down Colombo Street and out west toward the Southern Alps on clear day. It was one of those things you did if you lived in Christchurch, a ‘rite of passage’ as you grew old enough to be able to climb to the top.