Rose Electra Harris has gin to thank for her current studio. Sort of. It was after Bombay Sapphire commissioned her to design a limited-edition bottle that the young artist finally felt she could afford to pay for a studio without having to share. “It was a big financial risk, but I had to go for it,” she says.
Her small set-up in Peckham’s Bussey Building wasn’t working for her – “there was no synergy between me and the quite laddy, post-uni bunch I was with” – and, having experienced working in a space all her own at her parents’ house during lockdown, she thought going solo might just be the ticket. “I was intrigued to see what impact it would have on my work,” she explains, before erupting into the infectious giggles that frequently pepper her conversation. “The problem was that when I first got this place it was so bare, which wouldn’t work for me at all. So I had to fill it. And fill it. And fill it!”
In fact, filling the room, which forms part of a complex of studios in Bermondsey, wasn’t so difficult for Rose, who has always amassed the things she likes to look at. She grew up with an antique dealer for a father and an interior designer for a mother and so stuff – particularly nice-looking stuff – has always played a part in her life. Space has too, she says – just look at the interiors she draws, prints and paints. But while before, “I was painting half-imagined interiors or places from memory, recently I’ve been magnetically drawn to painting this room over and over,” she says. “It’s been a refuge. Physically and creatively.”
Looking around the expansive space, we’re not surprised. The room is, in Rose’s words, “full of beauty” – sprawling scented geraniums, beloved objects and furniture, treasured mementos. “Just don’t look too closely at Jabba’s toys,” she implores. (Her handsome Labrador is also something of a collector.) “Saying that, I quite like the caterpillar…”
But, we must be serious for a moment – for Rose herself is deeply serious about beauty. “I went to a talk about Helen Frankenthaler recently, where someone said that beauty in art was seen as a bit naff – and that we need to reclaim it,” she says. “Because it’s not naff. The way it can change your view on the world is really powerful.” Buoyed by our visit to the room that inspires her more than any other right now, packed to the rafters with the bright and the beautiful, we couldn’t agree more.












