Anyone care to hazard a guess what this is all about. Sir Joshua Reynolds, 1787 |
Every so often I get to studying and thinking about artists of the past and the
various trials and tribulations they had to go through in producing their art.
Inevitably I end up thankful that I wasn't born in some past era hundreds of
years ago with the same creative urges I possess today. I have the freedom to
paint almost literally anything I want, limited only by my own technical
inadequacies which, thanks to various photographic and digital working tools,
are becoming less and less of a factor as the years go by. All I need is an
idea, any idea, that fascinates me for a sufficiently long enough period to
conceive and produce the work, and I'm off and running. I can employ virtually
any medium I want, any material, and paint any size or shape, limited only by my
physical surroundings. And, although I like to sell art as well as anyone, I'm
also blessed by the fact that so long as I can store my work, I don't have to
paint work guaranteed to sell. That is a tremendous dose of creative freedom. If
it has any downside, it's that I sometimes feel guilty in not availing myself of
this priceless freedom more than I do.
It must have been a wild party, Luca Giordano, c. 1680 |
Had I lived in the four hundred years following the Renaissance, while I
might have had at my disposal the technical ability to produce much the same
work I do today, conventions would have greatly limited my choices of subject
matter. Portraits, of course, would have been okay, but landscapes would hardly
have entered my mind unless I wanted to paint idealized Arcadian pleasantries or
the bland Dutch countryside. The still life would have been considered little
more than a painting exercise for students, far beneath my professional talents
unless I were Dutch or Flemish and wanted to specialize in them to the exclusion
of all else. The same goes for animals. And any form of art for art's sake would
have been literally unthinkable. The one overriding rule imposed by convention
and society upon all artists during this time was that art had to serve some
higher purpose. It had to inspire, or glorify, or educate, or decorate, or
illuminate, or illustrate (and preferably all these things at once). And if it
didn't fulfil at least one of these purposes, not only was it not considered
art, but the artist wouldn’t even have considered creating it.
Aside from portraits and some of the minor exceptions I mentioned above, to have been a fine artist before the late 19th century (the Modern Art era), I would have been forced to have immersed myself in three major sources of art content--history, the Bible, and Greek mythology. It's startling to realize that today, not one artist in ten would be sufficiently conversant in any of these areas as to allow him or her to paint them intelligently. Most artists today wouldn't even have the technical skills to try. Granted, we all know something about history (that of recent and local vintage anyway) and most of us have a layman's knowledge of the Bible, but could we--or would we--paint anything more than trite iconography from either source? I don't think so. And as for Greek mythology...well, most of us today wouldn't know a Perseus from a Phineas.
Jean Auguste Ingres, c. 1820 |
Top image: The Infant Hercules Strangling Serpents in his Cradle, Reynolds, 1787
Second image: Judith Displaying the Head of Holofernes, Luca Giordano, 1680
Third image: Jason and Medea, Gustave Moreau, 1865
Fourth image: Oedipus and the Sphinx, Jean Auguste, Ingres, c. 1820
Not Shown: David having slain Goliath (not enough information to locate image).
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