Seaport with the Embarkation of the Queen of Sheba, 1648, Claude Lorrain |
Painters today often complain that they've been reduced to servants of interior
decorators. And it's a valid complaint, except among those artists only too
willing, for a price, to fulfil the need to match size, style, shape, and
colors with couch and carpet. It might surprise artists on all sides of the
issue to know there's nothing new in all this. As far back as the Renaissance,
painters were asked by wealthy patrons to cater to certain expected norms in the subject of their work (sometimes even size and colors) to its location within their new ducal palaces. Scenes with philosophers were expected in studies;
feast scenes went into dining rooms (last suppers if they were monastery dining
rooms). Paintings of battles or great pomp and ceremony were required for
reception rooms and, naturally, semi-erotic scenes of Greek gods pursuing nymphs
and maidens were all important for the bedroom. What's an artist to do?
Et in Arcadia Ergo (even in Arcadia I am there), 1639, Nicholas Poussin |
Most of those we recall today happily complied. Those who didn't mostly don't
get recalled. In general, except for some religious scenes for perhaps the
chapel, and the obligatory mythology for the bedroom, this early form of
interior decorating amounted to the then relatively new genre of history
painting. Which was fine for the first hundred years or so, but as the number of
frescoed walls kept growing, the number of historic anecdotes to fill them did
not. I mean, what's a rich young ruler to do? If the neighbors on one side have
Claude Lorrain's Seaport with the Embarkation of the Queen of Sheba (top, 1648) and
the neighbors on the other side have Poussin's Et in Arcadia Ergo
(above, 1639), the last thing you want in your grand salon is more of the same. But
then again, it can't be too different. Maybe that new guy, Guercino, might be
able to come up with something?
Hersilia Separating Romulus from Tacitus, 1645, Guercino |
Guercino came up with Hersilia Separating Romulus from Tacitus (above, 1645)
which might go a long way in explaining why few of us recall Guercino. In other
words, the more history painting that gets done, the harder it is to come up
with history that needs to be done. By the 18th century, would-be history
painters were reduced to painting what we'd call now historic trivia--some of
their scenes so trivial that art scholars today are reduced to outright
speculation as to what they depict, much less what they mean. History painting
became such a prestigious striving for artists that they were reduced to combing
through contemporary literature, Shakespeare and the like, for even second-hand
accounts from which to create new work. Just about anything would do, so long as
it hadn't already been done to death, and it wasn't so mundane as to look like
genre.
Raphael and La Fornarina, 1814, Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres |
Of course, history tried to supply its legions of history-painting artists as
best it could. The 18th and 19th centuries were both filled with all
manner of wars, skulduggery, political scandals, beheadings, firing squads,
burnings, and other dramatic events--enough to fill volumes of history books,
but not enough to sate the appetites of those who, in effect, illustrated them.
Jean-Auguste Ingres went so far as to turn to Vasari's Lives of the Most
Excellent Painters, Sculptors, and Architects in
search of subject matter. In 1814, he painted Raphael and La Fornarina (left), becoming
the first history painter in history to paint another history painter. The work
depicts the dashing young artist with the love of his life (a baker's daughter)
on his knee, his attention not upon his lovely bride-to-be (he died mysteriously
before they could be wed), but looking back over his shoulder at the drawn image
of her on his easel--an artist to the end.
The Death of General Wolfe, 1770, Benjamin West |
As early American artists were prone to do, painters such a Benjamin West and
John Vanderlyn went to Europe to learn the technical principles of history
painting. In so doing, they turned to the history of their own continent, as in
West's The Death of General Wolfe (above, 1770) or Vanderlyn's The Murder of Jane
McCrea (below, 1804). And while Wolfe's depiction might fall well within the European
tradition, Vanderlyn's pleading, screaming, white woman about to be scalped by
two stripling Native-Americans (based upon Greek models of course) so they could
sell her tresses to the English strikes us as abhorrently violent, not to
mention terribly inconsequential. Blessedly, there was never much market for
history painting in the U.S., and anyway, much of what was done gravitated
toward tired, static, but quite civilized group portraits depicting the signing
of peace treaties and other historic documents.
The Murder of Jane McCrea, 1804, John Vanderlyn |
For all its much vaunted, thematic, high (and low) mindedness in the past,
fortunately, history painting today is even "deader" than genre. I use the word
"fortunately" because, quite frankly, artists have never been very good at this
sort of thing. Today we have news photos and taped instant replays flashed on TV
and the Internet within mere seconds of the event, some of which are destined to
become the modern equivalent of history painting. And as much as we may bemoan
the various slants and outright distortion of the news by those charged with
documenting it, visually at least, that which passes for historic art today is a
far cry more accurate (and no less artistic) than the storybook art that passed for
history in years past.
Great article, as always. Personally, I sort of miss history painting, I think there is room for some. Anyway, allow me a minor correction: it's ego, not ergo on the latin inscription.
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