Francis Bacon: Human Presence @ the National Portrait Gallery

This is a fascinating and thorough exhibition devoted to the relationship between Francis Bacon (1909 to 1992) – probably one of the most famous and recognisable of post-war British painters – and the ancient genre of The Portrait, which he dragged kicking and screaming into the post-war, nuclear age.

Second of ‘Three Studies for a Portrait of Isabel Rawsthorne’ by Francis Bacon (1965) © The Estate of Francis Bacon. All rights reserved, DACS / Artimage 2024. Photo by Prudence Cuming Associates Ltd. Sainsbury Centre, University of East Anglia

Just at the end of the Second World War Bacon established his brand with the shocking Three Studies for Figures at the Base of a Crucifixion. As you can see there’s a big dollop of Surrealism in the way he has painted what are, in effect, monsters, maybe enabled by the surreal visions of Max Ernst. But the picture contains three other aspects which were to endure in his work:

  1. distortion of a basically humanoid subject
  2. with a formal, portrait setting
  3. sets of three

The nominal subject, ‘Three Studies for Figures at the Base of a Crucifixion’ is, of course, an extremely traditional subject, going back nearly two thousand years. Bacon has obviously chucked a bucket of post-war Angst in the face of the entire tradition to create something monstrous and yet… the ancient titles remains, and so does the ancient design, namely the triptych i.e. a work of art that is divided into three sections or panels.

These elements – 1) the wild distortion of human appearance, 2) while retaining the key elements of portrait convention, and 3) sets of three – were to persist in his work till the end of his life, 45 years later.

Regarding triptychs, the National Portrait Gallery (NPG) says that this exhibition contains 50 or so works and yet it definitely felt like more. It was only in the final and largest room, devoted to portraits of his friends and lovers, that I realised why. It’s because what the NPG counts as single works are often, in fact, sets of three images. I counted nine of them = 27 distinct portraits, making the total number of painted portraits closer to 70 than 50. On the evidence here, the triptych remained central to Bacon’s art for nearly half a century.

Installation view of ‘Francis Bacon: Human Presence’ at the National Portrait Gallery showing (on the left) Three Studies for a Portrait of Isabel Rawsthorne’ and, on the right, ‘Three Studies for Portraits’ (photo by the author)

Origins

In the late 1940s and early 1950s Bacon’s images of people metamorphosing into screaming chunks of meat shocked and scandalised the art world, here and abroad. They were quickly associated with those twin blows to human dignity, the revelation of the Holocaust death camps and the dropping of the atomic bombs on Japan. It became an instantly recognisable brand. But arguably the overfamiliarity of some of his cardinal images (the screaming pope, a body like a haunch of meat on a raised platform) obscure the variety of what he actually painted and its striking development and evolution over the long period from the late 1940s to the early ’90s.

Certainly they can easily overshadow the continuity of his interest in the genre of The Portrait and, in particular, portraits of specific, named individuals. This exhibition is the first in 20 years to concentrate only on Bacon’s portraits, to consider them within the genre and tradition of portraiture, to show how his style of painting portraits changed and evolved over his long career. In the second and central part, it concentrates very much on a handful of repeat sitters – six or seven in all – and Bacon’s relationships with them as friends and (gay) lovers.

In one sense Bacon never developed beyond the extremity of this ‘primal scream of pain’ vision of humanity. And yet, to walk through this exhibition is to quickly realise how the original vision was tempered, modified and, ultimately, domesticated.

The exhibition is divided into five sections:

  1. Portraits Emerge
  2. Beyond Appearance
  3. Painting from the Masters
  4. Self Portraits
  5. Friends and Lovers

1. Portraits Emerge

Includes Head VI (1949) and Study of the Human Head (1953), works that depict anonymous male subjects. Both bear all of the visual conventions of formal portraiture. The sitters are presented in a traditional three-quarter-length format against dark backgrounds and yet, as you can see, all the politeness of traditional portraiture has been thrown out in favour of searing extremity.

‘Head VI’ by Francis Bacon (1949) © The Estate of Francis Bacon. All rights reserved, DACS / Artimage 2024. Photo by Prudence Cuming Associates Ltd. Arts Council collection

In Head VI, the figure is trapped within a transparent cage, while Study of the Human Head peers through striations and appears X-rayed, disconcertingly revealing the sitter’s skull and teeth.

Bacon’s early work was devastatingly innovative, capturing the post-war mood of horror and despair at the bankruptcy of civilisation and morality, and the ongoing terror of the Cold War and threat of nuclear annihilation.

2. Beyond Appearance

In the early 1950s, Bacon attempted to paint sitters from life in the studio. The heightened drama of the screaming figures made way for portraits that were more individualised, representing his friends and lovers. Bacon avoided traditional domestic settings for his portraits – he detested a ‘homely atmosphere’ – preferring to isolate individuals against an ambiguous dark background within a cage-like framing device.

there are several classics of this type, notably a portrait of R.J. Sainsbury, against one of his jet black backgrounds but confined in the ghostly outline of some kind of cuboid cage. What I noticed about the handful of works in this section was how smartly dressed they were. You can see the white shirt and black tie and dark suit and it all feels as if, despite the nuclear holocaust they seem to have got caught up in, they’re still maintaining the courtesies and manners.

3. Painting from the Masters

This room reveals Bacon’s obsession with two paintings. It’s widely known that he was obsessed with Diego Velázquez’s portrait of Pope Innocent X (see Head VI above and the link to the Portrait with Meat). I didn’t know that he was equally as obsessed with a less well-known work by Van Gogh titled The Painter on the Road to Tarascon (1888).

Bacon obsessively reworked it and this room contains 2 or 3 huge sketches for reworkings and they are a revelation. I never know that Bacon could actually be bad. These works, albeit unfinished, are dire. they’re wretched. They’re rubbish. Especially given that a whole exhibition of Van Gogh originals is taking place a few hundred yards away in the national Gallery, these are embarrassingly bad. I’m amazed anyone connected with the artist let them be displayed.

Installation view of ‘Francis Bacon: Human Presence’ at the National Portrait Gallery showing ‘Study for Portrait of Van Gogh VI’ and ‘Study for Portrait of Van Gogh IV’, both 1957 (photo by the author)

OK, maybe they’re only studies and never meant to be exhibited, but still… And anyway, next to them is a ‘finished’ work which Bacon did exhibit. It’s bad, too, isn’t it? Embarrassing. I thought it was a spoof.

‘Homage to Van Gogh’ by Francis Bacon (1960) © The Estate of Francis Bacon. All rights reserved. DACS 2024. Gothenburg Museum of Art

Photos

Bacon ripped photos of art works out of magazines and books and strewed them around his notoriously messy studio, spattered in paint, dropped on the floor, crumpled up and walked over. He found it easier to work from these heavily degraded objects than from pristine poster-sized images.

This habit coincided with the way that, by the late 1950s he’d gotten bored of trying to paint portraits from life. He found the presence of the sitter in the studio inhibiting and restricting and so, from the end of the 1950s onwards, he increasingly used photos of his sitters as the basis of his portraits. Photos don’t fidget, move or need entertaining.

This working-from-photos approach also allowed him the freedom to ‘distort’ the image as he wanted to without having to worry about the reaction of the sitters, who were sometimes quite upset by the finished product. In one interview he spoke about the ‘injury’ which knew he could inflict through his interpretations.

And this also explains why, alongside the 70 or so paintings, the exhibition includes some 35 photos. Now many of them are of Bacon himself, who was increasingly sought after as a subject by top name international snappers such as Cecil Beaton, Bill Brandt, Irving Penn, Arnold Newman, Mayotte Magnus and many more.

Francis Bacon by Mayotte Magnus (1972) © Mayotte Magnus / National Portrait Gallery, London

But there are also plenty of examples of the photos he commissioned and used as the basis for his portraits, especially taken by the house photographer of Soho, John Deakin. So we see black-and-white photos of regular Bacon sitters such his friend Lucian Freud, Henrietta Moraes, Isabel Rawsthorne and so on.

There are also three videos of Bacon, including an interview with art critic David Sylvester, a long-term supporter and writer on his work.

4. Self Portraits

The exhibition has a drily humorous quote from Bacon on the wall of this section:

I’ve done a lot of self-portraits, really because people have been dying around me like flies and I’ve had nobody else to paint but myself.

Despite saying that he ‘loathed’ his own face, Bacon painted over 50 self-portraits and a dozen or so of them are on display here. The curators claim they offer ‘an extraordinary range of responses to his body, psyche and ego over time’ and that they ‘not only track the artist’s relationship with his appearance and his artistic and sexual identities, but also trace his changing technique and innovations in format’.

To be honest, I couldn’t really see this except in the narrow sense that the ‘sitting-on-a-sofa’ self portrait looked very like the scores of ‘sitting-on-a-sofa-portraits’ he did of friends and lovers. The example the gallery’s press team included in the selection we reviewers are allowed to reproduce, for me demonstrates a completely different point, which is how homely and domestic his later work became.

‘Self portrait’ by Francis Bacon (1987) © The Estate of Francis Bacon. All rights reserved, DACS / Artimage 2024. Photo by Prudence Cuming Associates Ltd. Private Collection, NYC

Sweet. He looks like a chubby schoolboy from the 1940s. It could be the cover of a young adult fiction book, certainly of a modern graphic novel. The screaming pope and hunks of meat vibe has completely disappeared.

5. Friends and Lovers

The final section is, according to the curators, the core of the whole show. It brings together about 20 portraits of the lovers (George Dyer, Peter Lacy) and close friends (Henrietta Moraes, Lucian Freud, Isabel Rawsthorne) who he painted again and again in the later 1970s and ’80s.

Having told us about photographs in Bacon’s practice, the exhibition now brings together contemporary photos of each of these people accompanied by panels which tell us about their lives and relationships to Bacon – and these are placed next to his portraits of them.

The result combines art criticism with quite a lot of gossip, and smatterings of social history about Soho Bohemian life in the 1950s and ’60s, mildly interesting to the average visitor, gold dust to the committed Bacon fan.

For example we get potted biographies of Bacon’s three principle partners, Peter Lacey (1916 to 1962), George Dyer (1934 to 1971) and John Edwards (1949 to 2003) (such white, English names, aren’t they?)

Peter Lacey was Bacon’s long-term partner during the 1950s. The curators tell us that:

The relationship endured almost a decade in spite of numerous complications, absences, infidelities and episodic violence. During their time together, Lacy squandered his inheritance and moved from London to Barbados to Henley-on-Thames. He eventually settled in Tangier, where he played piano in a local bar.

We read that Bacon himself was devastated to learn of Lacey’s death by telegram shortly after the opening of his career-defining retrospective at the Tate Gallery in 1962. Bacon responded with a small triptych of portraits that memorialised their relationship. In fact it was from that moment that his work began to take a more personal turn and portray friends and lovers rather than unnamed or invented figures.

A decade later, Bacon lost his second lover George Dyer, another potent presence in so many of his paintings. Dyer’s death in 1971 triggered Bacon to make a series of self-portraits which capture his grief and isolation.

‘Self portrait, 1973’ by Francis Bacon © The Estate of Francis Bacon. All rights reserved, DACS / Artimage 2024. Photo by Prudence Cuming Associates Ltd. Private Collection

I’m afraid I couldn’t help thinking of the famous quote from Oscar Wilde’s play The Importance of Being Earnest:

‘To lose one life partner, Mr Bacon, may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose two looks like carelessness.’

My view

I like the earliest work best. I like the screaming popes and X-ray horrors. In my opinion they have the shock of the new. You can tell that he’s just invented the approach and is experimenting with all the new possibilities it opens up. And also they speak of the times and the new horrors revealed about human nature. They also have a strong science fiction vibe, which I enjoy.

‘Study of the Human Head’ by Francis Bacon (1953) © The Estate of Francis Bacon. All rights reserved. DACS 2024. Private Collection

But, in my opinion, this kind of melted molten flesh vibe quickly became a manner and a cliché. J.S. Lewinski’s photomontage of Bacon’s face seen from two angles, rather than shedding light on his compositional process or something, highlights how banal this vision can be. Overlap 2 or 3 exposures of someone’s face at slightly different angles and, bingo! you have the look. At one time these shots were taken as visionary depictions of a prophet of post-war Angst. Now any A-level art student can do the same on their camera phone.

Francis Bacon, 1967 by J.S. Lewinski © The Lewinski Archive at Chatsworth / Bridgeman Images

Thus I found the last room which, for the curators, is the heart of the exhibition, the most boring. The more I saw the same treatment being meted out to his mates and lovers the more boring it became. Somewhere (in the 1960s) his whole approach became a cliché and a mannerism.

‘Portrait of a Man Walking Down Steps’ by Francis Bacon (1972) © The Estate of Francis Bacon. All rights reserved, DACS / Artimage 2024. Photo by Prudence Cuming Associates Ltd. Private Collection

I suppose it’s still disturbing for anyone who’s seeing them for them for the first time, and they do retain an unpleasant butcher’s shop ethos, and yet… It had become a habit and a routine. And the way he applied it to a tiny coterie of friends and lovers, as the show amply demonstrates, somehow neutralises the style even more, defangs it, makes it homely.

In the 1950s the wildest of his paintings seemed to say something searing about the entire human condition. By the 1980s they’re just stylised portraits of a handful of friends. Crudely, I thought: ‘seen one, seen ’em all’. The main interest for me in these studies for a portrait of George Dyer was the colour of his jumper. I used to have a jumper that colour once. I wonder where it’s gone.

Installation view of ‘Francis Bacon: Human Presence’ at the National Portrait Gallery showing ‘Three Studies for a Portrait of George Dyer’ (photo by the author)

I think this is really highlighted by the banality of the later settings or backdrops. The cage paintings take place in some eerie metaphysical space, like the void depicted by Milton between Hell and the universe. By complete contrast the clean steps and comfy sofas of the later works look like they come from Ikea. Clean the melted blob of flesh off them and they could go in the Habitat catalogue.

‘Henrietta Moraes’ by Francis Bacon (1966) © The Estate of Francis Bacon. All rights reserved, DACS / Artimage 2024. Photo by Prudence Cuming Associates Ltd

Styles 1 and 2

Days after visiting it dawned on me that the portraits from the 1950s – ‘Head 4’ and ‘Study for a Human Head’ – are figurative. They actually look in every detail like portraits of human heads, just smeared a bit and with more teeth than you’d normally see, in a spooky X-ray style. By startling contrast, all the faces from the 1960s onwards have been melted and remodelled to look like the Elephant Man.

So there might be micro-gradations and evolutions I’m missing but, fundamentally, the exhibition shows that Bacon had two completely different styles. And, I’m afraid to say, I much prefer the first one. The second style, the melted faces, are – once you get used to them – not very scary. After you’ve seen 10 you’re becoming blasé and after 30 you are, frankly, a bit bored. But this is not true of the portraits done in style 1 for a simple reason: they’re screaming and, to a lesser extent, trapped in those black cells, confined by some fine-wired cage.

I suggest that both conditions – the screaming and to a lesser extent the cagedness – trigger strong and primitive responses in the viewer, a sympathetic sense of extreme pain or entrapment, which is why you remember them. Whereas once you’ve gotten used to the Elephant Man vibe of the Melted Style and become a bit bored by it, then – as I’ve jokingly suggested – you’re more struck by the interior furnishings or what the sitter’s wearing. Certainly there is almost none of the intense response you have to the stricken, gripping first manner. The second approach is a style whereas the first one reflects a plight.

Well, that’s my view. What do you think?

Conclusion

If you have a particular interest in the history of portraiture and how Bacon placed a massive bomb under it in the 1950s and ’60s, opening doors and creating whole new worlds of distortion and terror, then this is a must-see exhibition.

If you’re a Bacon devotee then this exhibition contains much of interest, with lots of biographical information about his relationships with serial sitters, lovers and friends, and over 30 photos of the great man and his buddies.

But if, like me, you’re more of a general visitor, then the show lacks the real bite and edge you might have expected from it. I liked the screeching men in suits in the first and second rooms but then burst out laughing at how bad the Van Gogh sketches are in room 3 and after that, in the last room, was saddened by how the glorious energy of the early works had become surprisingly tamed, mannered and domesticated.

Merch

It always makes me smile the way the wall captions in so many exhibitions talk about questioning this social norm, subverting that societal expectation, interrogating stereotypes, about radical this and revolutionary that and just as they’ve filled you to the brim with revolutionary fervour… you emerge into the gallery shop where you can snap up some simply delightful tote bags, t-shirts, fridge magnets, throws and scarves and perfect gifts for all the family!

You wouldn’t really have thought it possible but the National Portrait Gallery has developed an entire range of Francis Bacon-themed products to accompany this exhibition, including prints and posters, postcards and fridge magnets, fashion products, accessories, scarves, t-shirts and tote bags, baseball caps, books, homeware, and the exhibition catalogue.

I think the Francis Bacon-themed checked socks are my favourite. It’s exactly what he would have wanted.

The promotional video


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Russia and the Arts @ National Portrait Gallery

It was at the time when Europe discovered Russia. Everyone was reading the Russian novelists, the Russian dancers captivated the civilised world, and the Russian composers set shivering the sensibility of persons who were beginning to want a change from Wagner. Russian art seized upon Europe with the virulence of an epidemic of influenza. New phrases became the fashion, new colours, new emotions, and the highbrows described themselves without a moment’s hesitation as members of the intelligentsia. It was a difficult word to spell but an easy one to say. Ashenden fell like the rest, changed the cushions of his sitting-room, hung an icon on the wall, read Checkov and went to the ballet.
(Ashenden by W. Somerset Maugham)

Textile industrialist Pavel Tretyakov started collecting Russian paintings in the 1850s and continued until 1892, when he donated his collection of over 2,000 works to form the core of the State Tretyakov Gallery, Russia’s national gallery.

He not only collected but commissioned works, especially portraits of contemporary artists and musicians. This small but beautifully formed exhibition brings together 26 masterpieces of portraiture from the Tretyakov collection, covering the period 1867 to 1914, arguably the high point of Russia’s cultural history, a golden era in literature, music and the performing arts.

It is divided into themed areas: poets, patrons, composers and musicians, critics and writers, three great novelists and so on. Each theme is separately introduced and then each portrait has a lengthy wall label explaining who the subject is and their significance. In the 40 or so minutes it takes to read everything and look at the pictures carefully, you get a good sense of the extraordinary achievements of this culture over this special period.

Modest Mussorgsky by Ilia Repin (1881) © State Tretyakov Gallery, Moscow

Modest Mussorgsky by Ilia Repin (1881) © State Tretyakov Gallery, Moscow

This classic portrait of Mussorgsky was painted by Ilia Repin just days before the composer’s death in hospital, brought on by excessive alcohol consumption, at the age of just 42, a patron saint of the social disease which still plagues Russia.

As well as musicians like Mussorgsky, Rimsky-Korsakov and Tchaikovsky, the show features portraits of well-known writers like Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy, Chekhov, Turgenev and, from the Revolutionary generation, the ill-fated poet Anna Akhmatova, alongside quite a few less well-known figures, actors such as Pelageia Strepetova, opera singers such as Nadezhda Zabela-Vrubel, and patrons of the arts such as Ivan Morozov.

Ivan Morozov by Valentin Serov (1910) © State Tretyakov Gallery, Moscow

Ivan Morozov by Valentin Serov (1910) © State Tretyakov Gallery, Moscow

The portrait of Morozov is by Valentin Serov, painted in 1910, towards the end of the period. Morozov came from a family famous for its patronage of the theatre and the arts. He personally built up a collection of post-impressionist painters which was big enough to influence the style of contemporary Russian artists, especially the 10 or so Matisses he owned, one of which – Fruit and Bronze – is brightly painted into the background here.

My favourite was ‘Lensky as Shakespeare’s Petruchio’ by Ivan Kramskoy. It has an oddity, a realism and intensity, the realism of the face set off by the gorgeousness of the velvet costume and the chain studded with jewels.

The Actor Aleksander Lensky in the role of Petruchio in Shakespeare's 'The Taming of the Shrew’ by Ivan Kramskoi (1883) © State Tretyakov Gallery, Moscow

The Actor Aleksander Lensky in the role of Petruchio in Shakespeare’s ‘The Taming of the Shrew’ by Ivan Kramskoi (1883) © State Tretyakov Gallery, Moscow

One painter emerged as especially prolific, Ilia Repin. I counted 8 paintings by him out of the 26, of which the most striking were Mussorgsky the alcoholic showing off his proud Russian roots in dishevelled dressing gown and, at the opposite end of the scale of chic, the astonishing figure of Baroness Varvara Ikskul von Hildenbandt.

Baroness Varvara Ikskul von Hildenbandt by Ilia Repin (1889) © State Tretyakov Gallery, Moscow

Baroness Varvara Ikskul von Hildenbandt by Ilia Repin (1889) © State Tretyakov Gallery, Moscow

I happen to be reading the historical novels of Alan Furst, set in Russia and Eastern Europe in the late 1930s, and so am soaked in the atmosphere of violence spawned by the Russian Revolution and Civil War, followed by Stalin’s great purges of the 1930s – an irredeemably wicked unleashing of humanity’s most bestial urges which destroyed millions of lives.

The seeds of all that were sown in the period covered by this exhibition, and it’s hard not to look for signs of it, especially in the troubled relationship so many of these figures had with ‘the West’ and/or with their own Russian tradition; simultaneously criticising the political and economic backwardness of their own society and yet despising the ‘decadent’ West for its superficiality and frivolity, for its ‘liberalism’, as Dostoyevsky and Tolstoy so fervently did.

Fedor Dostoevsky by Vasily Perov (1872) © State Tretyakov Gallery, Moscow

Fedor Dostoyevsky by Vasily Perov (1872) © State Tretyakov Gallery, Moscow

Dostoyevsky served 10 years of penal servitude in Siberia, an experience which is said to underpin the spiritual and psychological intensity of his novels. This portrait, painted by Vasily Perov in 1872, is the only one of Dostoyevsky painted from life. According to the commentary, Dostoyevsky became a figure of immense moral authority with the Russian public and the painting has, apparently, been reproduced on everything from stamps to biscuit tins. But for me he is an advocate of the glorification of suffering and a full-throated contempt for western ‘comfort’, which was to have such catastrophic consequences in Russia and then in Eastern Europe in the generations to come.

This is an unprecedented opportunity to see a group of masterpieces from one of painting’s golden ages, to revel in the range and depths of its achievements, and to ponder anew the depth of the tragedy which so quickly swept it all away.


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Sargent: Portraits of Artists and Friends @ National Portrait Gallery

John Singer Sargent (1856 to 1925) was the greatest portrait painter of his generation. This show brings together around 70 of his oil portraits, along with some late watercolours and a dozen or so striking charcoal drawings. Every room contains works of breath-taking brilliance.

Early days

This is Carolus-Duran, Sargent’s teacher in Paris. Sargent entered C-D’s atelier in 1874 and quickly emerged as the star pupil. This portrait is Sargent’s tribute and thanks to his teacher on ‘graduating’. C-D taught that every brushstroke must count. It is astonishingly vivid and alive, you can hear the rustle of his coat and expect him to start talking at any moment.

I noticed the ornate deployment of his hands in this early portrait and then was very aware of how the hands were painted in all the subsequent works.

Carolus-Duran by John Singer Sargent, 1879 © Sterling and Francine Clark Art Institute, Williamstown, Massachusetts, USA (photo by Michael Agee)

Carolus-Duran by John Singer Sargent, 1879 © Sterling and Francine Clark Art Institute, Williamstown, Massachusetts, USA (photo by Michael Agee)

Artistic circles

Born in Florence of expatriate American parents, Sargent was at home in the most distinguished artistic circles of Europe. While he trained as a painter in Paris in the 1870s, he forged friendships with leading artists of the day, including Rodin and Monet, but he had a host of other contacts which he cultivated assiduously throughout his career, a cross-section of which are represented here:

Dr Prozzi

This is an early one of Dr Prozzi, a Parisian doctor, aesthete and rumoured lover of numerous women. The incredibly sumptuous red and scarlets are from Titian and other Old Masters, but the casualness of the clothes (dressing gown and slippers) exude the confident informality of the bohemian circles Sargent was at home in.

Dr Pozzi at Home by John Singer Sargent, 1881 © The Armand Hammer Collection, Los Angeles

Dr Pozzi at Home by John Singer Sargent, 1881
© The Armand Hammer Collection, Los Angeles

Sargent and modern music

Sargent was not only a devotée of Wagner’s music (the last word in daring avant-gardeism in the 1870s and 1880s) but it is typical of him that paints the woman Wagner had an affair with as the composer was completing Parzifal, Judith Gautier, and typical of his circle that she herself was the daughter of the famous French poet, Théophile Gautier.

He admired the music of Gabriel Fauré but was also an active supporter, organising chamber concerts of his work and spreading the word among his networks of the rich and influential, as well as painting two portraits of the composer.

Stories

Almost every commission here has a fascinating story, shedding light on a complex web of contacts, friendships, artistic relations and influences at the highest level. Lily Millet, wife of the American artist Frank Millet, was at the centre of the community of artists and writers at Broadway in the English Cotswolds, about which we hear a lot in the commentary.

Mrs Frank Millet by John Singer Sargent, probably 1885–6 © Private collection

Mrs Frank Millet by John Singer Sargent, probably 1885–6
© Private collection

This portrait epitomises several Sargent traits:

  • the face is vividly captured and does the hardest thing in art, capturing the precise physiognomy of a human being
  • the clothes, the fabrics, the silks and muslins are deliciously and richly suggested
  • it is unfinished – the body of the dress dissolves into raw brushtrokes and the background is suggested, unfinished, undetailed, so that the body appears from a hazy background and the face emerges in dramatic clarity from the vague dress, like the sudden re-emergence of the vivid melody after the development section of a symphonic movement

Sargent and Van Dyck

From the start he painted eye-popping portraits with a sureness of technique and suavity of subject matter which immediately got him comparisons with Van Dyck, one of the great portraitists of all time. This is not quite right, as Van Dyck’s paintings have a technical completeness and authority which matches the hauteur of his aristocratic and royal sitters, whereas Sargent was very influenced by the artistic currents of his day so that many of his works have much looser brushwork, are sometimes incomplete, giving an often bohemian sense of dash and brio.

Though he painted portraits of astonishing brilliance throughout his career, in this show possibly the first room is the best, with the stunning early portraits of:

Below is Portraits de MEP et de Mlle LP (1881). The most immediate impression is of the staring seriousness of the little girl – then I noticed the splayedness of the hands, as in many other Sargent portraits – and the detailing of the pale brown rug is stunning – but no reproduction can convey the amazing sumptuousness of the young girl’s white silk dress which shimmers out of the frame at you, as if you could reach out and touch it.

Édouard and Marie-Louise Pailleron by John Singer Sargent, 1881 © Des Moines Art Center, Des Moines, Iowa

Édouard and Marie-Louise Pailleron by John Singer Sargent, 1881
© Des Moines Art Center, Des Moines, Iowa

Five periods

These early works established his reputation at the French Salon, at the British Royal Academy, from which – despite a few knocks and rejections – he was never really removed. The show is in eight rooms divided into periods:

  1. Paris 1874 to 1885
  2. Broadway 1885 to 1889, not in New York, the village in the Cotswolds
  3. Boston and New York 1888 to 1912
  4. London 1889 to 1913
  5. Europe 1899 to 1914

The influence of Impressionism

Throughout his life Sargent was friendly with the Impressionists, though both they and he were clear he wasn’t one of them. He was very aware of their technical innovations, namely painting en plein air, and many of the works here represent his repeated attempts to do the Impressionist thing with, I think, mixed results.

Group with Parasols by John Singer Sargent, c.1904–5 ©Private collection

Group with Parasols by John Singer Sargent, c.1904–5
©Private collection

They are brilliant in their way, but pale next to the rich fullness of his masterpieces:

Ellen Terry

And the super-famous full-length portrait of the late Victorian actress Ellen Terry as Lady MacBeth. Again, no reproduction can convey the sense of scale and sumptuousness of the actual painting itself. At its greatest there is something magical about the shimmer of surface and depth of illusion which oil painting can create.

Ellen Terry as Lady Macbeth by John Singer Sargent, 1889 © Tate, London

Ellen Terry as Lady Macbeth by John Singer Sargent, 1889
© Tate, London

Sargent looked disconcertingly like King George V, with a healthy ‘full set’ of beard and moustache. He did a number of self-portraits but they aren’t revealing. He was a watcher of others, not a revealer of himself.

Later oils and watercolours

In 1907, at the age of fifty-one, Sargent officially closed his studio and was able to retire from the hard work of commissioned portrait-painting which he found quite a strain. Throughout his life he had painted informal oils for himself, often of friends – as many of the works in the show attest – and in the last two decades of his life he was able to travel more, painting more relaxed scenes in picturesque locations – in both oil and watercolour – and especially of Venice, the Alps or at villas around Italy, often depicting his circle of artist friends.

A good example is The Fountain, Villa Torlonia, Frascati, Italy from 1907 ,which the NPG has used as the poster for the show. It epitomises the rougher, more ‘impressionist’, brush style he used for these personal works. The active stance of the woman – the artist Jane de Glehn – compared with the idle stance of her husband, Wilfrid, is indicative of the ‘liberated’ bohemian air of Sargent’s artistic circle.

The Fountain, Villa Torlonia, Frascati, Italy by John Singer Sargent, 1907. Friends of American Art Collection, 1914.57 © Art Institute of Chicago

The Fountain, Villa Torlonia, Frascati, Italy by John Singer
Sargent, 1907. Friends of American Art Collection, 1914.57 © Art
Institute of Chicago

Absent masterpieces

And there are quite a few of his greatest hits which aren’t here, making the show not quite definitive, but with Sargent having produced so much, and it being scattered very widely among private collections, how could it be?

But still – this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see so many Sargents together in one place. Go and marvel.


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