Sunday, January 15, 2012

The Grimshaw redemption

I thought my fascination with the paintings of John Atkinson Grimshaw (1836-1893) was yet another of my eccentricities. But it looks like, despite his love for picturing the effects of night and twilight, Grimshaw's day has come.

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Recently I began noticing CD covers based on Grimshaw's artwork, as well as its appearance in Web sites about art and Victoriana. A little casual research turned up the information that "today his oil paintings fetch up to £500,000," according to a story in The Mail, which adds that -- sadly -- "towards 1876 Grimshaw suffered a mysterious financial disaster forcing him to leave his palatial surroundings and settle with a studio in Chelsea, London."

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Grimshaw was contemporaneous with the Impressionists in France and the luminist school in the United States. He shared their attraction to mood and atmosphere, but was particularly drawn to fantastical half-lights, fog, and the gleam of moist surfaces. The draftsmanship is detailed and fine -- for all his dreamlike visionary impulses, there was still enough in him of the commonsense, roast-beef-and-pudding Englishman to insist on the importance of structure, architecture.

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If this is anti-revolutionary romanticism or pictorialism aimed at middle class tastes, it is still suffused with the mystery of everyday things. He loves warm gaslight seen through windows, sunset pastels reticulated by winter-shorn branches, "bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang."

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His landscapes are autumnal but not particularly sad. Their renascent popularity is due in part to their evocation for us battered moderns of a civilized 19th century England, confidently serene in its buildings of stone and oak. Idealized, yes; but Grimshaw is a link to an age when the ideal was not yet scorned.

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Grimshaw's art is welcomed again; if only we could admire its beauty without a wistful sigh.

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