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McSweeney the Gallery Cat

 McSweeney admiring her portrait by a school child in an exhibition at the Sarjeant Gallery. Reproduced courtesy of the Wanganui Chronicle

McSweeney the Gallery Cat

A custodian’s job can be a lonely one, but luckily for Jim (James) Alp, Sarjeant Gallery custodian 1963-1974, Mrs McSweeney the Gallery cat was always there. Unlike the elusive Macavity, McSweeney was visibly active in the day-to-day running of the Gallery.

The multi-talented moggy greeted visitors at the door, patrolled the premises at night and monitored the heating of the gallery in winter. As muse she inspired works of art, and the drawing of a bone was tossed her way by artist Cliff Whiting with the message – “Bone for McSweeney. Sorry Jim no meat on it,”- on the back of his artwork, Ngāngara on display until 18 September in Revealed –  Collection Discoveries from our recent move.

Mrs McSweeney joined the staff of the Sarjeant Gallery Te Whare o Rehua Whanganui in the mid-1960s. Grace Alp, Mr Alp’s widow, remembers her well. The grey, white and black tabby was one of their kittens. “She was very people conscious – well we were all honorary cats really. She quickly got into her duties, which were to supervise everything that went on and do a cat-scan of anything that was new,” Mrs Alp said.

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Mrs McSweeney on top of Raffaello Romanellis’s The Wrestlers, 1914, marble, 1915/2/1. Collection of the Sarjeant Gallery Te Whare o Rehua Whanganui. Gift of Mr and Mrs Neame, 1915. This image was published in the Wanganui Herald, 2 July 1971, and is reproduced courtesy of the Wanganui Chronicle

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Jim Alp, Sarjeant Gallery custodian 1963 – 1974

The sculpture of The Wrestlers was a favourite haunt. McSweeney frequently added a feline third to their writhing bodies, providing photogenic material for the Wanganui Chronicle photographer. “[The Wrestlers] were the first thing you saw as you came in so it was a wonderful vantage point for her and she’d nose around every nook and cranny in them.”

McSweeney was photographed, tail crooked in a question mark, viewing her portrait drawn by a child. “She posed whenever needed and also helped to welcome everybody into the gallery. Visitors loved her. If she liked them she’d escort them around the gallery. And then she helped in the ways all cats do – if there were documents to be read she’d sit right in the middle of them and if there was packing to be done, lie down on top of it, and if it was half unpacked, lie in that and then lie in the empty boxes so they couldn’t be cleared away.”  And the memory of her stretched “about a yard long” over the floor mounted gas heating vents is classic cat. “She controlled [the heat] by lying flat on her tum, front and back paws stretched out to the maximum and her tail out beyond that, and she’d lie there until she was just about scorching.”

Mrs Alp taught in Whanganui East while her husband looked after the gallery, enlisting help from city council staff to hang the largest paintings. “In those days it was a matter of unpacking art works, hanging them, publicizing [the exhibitions] and then repacking – Jim did all of that. Dr Robertson [the director] took a progressively less active role.” She says there was a relaxed atmosphere in the Gallery, and a prevailing philosophy that “art was to be enjoyed by the many, not to be looked at and critiqued by the few.” During his time as custodian Mr Alp was a hobbyist painter, stimulated by all the major artists he encountered. Mrs Alp recalls how artist Para Matchett encouraged her husband to find his own signature theme and artistic medium. He chose cats and painted Mrs McSweeney. The Gallery has three of Mr Alp’s abstract paintings in the collection.

When McSweeney and Mr Alp retired in 1974 he stopped painting. “I think his creative instincts found an outlet in our very nice garden in Milward Street. Jim took over the cooking and McSweeney helped him with the tasting.”

Helen Frances

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