Showing posts with label Hogarth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hogarth. Show all posts

Tuesday, 6 October 2009

Crossing Swords with Hogarth

Windsor Castle by Paul Sandby, source: Wikimedia Commons

Before it closes on October 18th, I hope to catch the Picturing Britain exhibition at Nottingham Castle which gathers together the work of an extraordinary - and largely forgotten - 18th-century topographical artist called Paul Sandby. Marking Sandby's bicentenary year, the show encompasses the Nottingham-born artist's accomplished landscape painting (he was known as a staunch defender of English landscape) and, perhaps most interestingly, his satirical works.

Sandby was a critic of Hogarth, who became the target of a series of savage prints in the 1750s and early 1760s. These find Sandby ripping into The Analysis of Beauty, casting Britain's most popular artist as an inane fool in a harlequinade and a fitting subject for A New Dunciad. It's jaw-dropping stuff, even by today's standards.

Paul Sandby, Satire on Hogarth, shown as a devil fanning the fire at the mouth of hell.
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Tuesday, 1 September 2009

Greenwich "Me" Time


Thanks to London Midland's £15 deal for a return ticket to London, it seemed rude not to visit the capital on Bank Holiday Monday (especially as it was sunny there and cold and wet in Lichfield). So we headed off in the direction of Greenwich, bound for The Fan Museum, where my patient boyfriend was going to endure several hours learning about the ceremonial and decorative uses of the fan. However, as we rocked up on Crooms Hill we realised that the museum was, indeed, closed on Mondays.


Never mind; Greenwich isn't short on historic treasures, one of the greatest being the Greenwich Hospital, founded in 1694 as the Royal Naval Hospital for sailors, with its ornate chapel (top) and the famous Painted Hall, where (in 1806) Lord Nelson's body was laid in state before being taken up the river Thames to St Paul's Cathedral. The architecture alone is absolutely stunning; above is a statue of George II which stands in the Grand Square.

I wasn't quite prepared for the grandeur and beauty of the Painted Hall (1707-27, see below). It was originally intended to be the hospital's dining hall, but by the time the artist James Thornhill had finished with it - painting an elaborate trompe-l'œil interior that would be 19 years in the making - it had become too much of a major tourist attraction and was used, instead, to raise funds for the Hospital. Thornhill, you will remember, was Hogarth's father-in-law and his ‘great and laborious undertaking’ at Greenwich earned him a knighthood.


Check out the use of mirrored trolleys (above) to help you study the detail in the ceiling (below).


We laid our hands on a facsimile copy of An Explanation of the Painting in the Royal Hospital at Greenwich, written by Thornhill himself, and it's a very detailed analysis. For instance he describes the section pictured above in the following terms: 'In the middle of the great oval, under a canopy of State, and attended by the four cardinal virtues, are King William and Queen Mary, Concord fitting between, Cupid holding the sceptre, while King William presents Peace and Liberty to Europe and tramples on Tyranny and Arbitary Power.'




We went up the steps to the Upper Hall (top) where we were presented with the scene of 'the Accession, or the landing of King George at Greenwich'. A glance at the bottom right of the scene, at eye level, revealed Thornhill's self-portrait (bottom), his paints and brushes temporarily abandoned on the base of a nearby pillar. It was in this area of The Painted Hall that Nelson lay in state (the walls were draped with black fabric and anything between 15,000 and 30,000 people paid their respects). Here I am (below) standing on the very spot.


Next, I'll tell you about Greenwich Hospital's chapel: an 18th-century gem designed by Wren and Ripley and rebuilt by James 'Athenian' Stuart in 1779.

Photographs © Memoirs of the Celebrated Mrs Woffington.

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Thursday, 29 January 2009

Adieu for now


I won’t be blogging again until Monday but while I'm away you might be interested in this news item about a rare 18th-century guide to amputations and operations from 1712, recently discovered in Lichfield by Hansons Auctioneers. Hansons seems to be enjoying an extraordinary run of luck at the moment, having also turned up a guide to dentistry from 1770.

And if that's isn't enough medical reading material, The Doctor is always ready with his scalpel. Ouch!

Above: William Hogarth, The Country Inn Yard; or, The Stage Coach (June 1747).

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Friday, 19 December 2008

A Rakish Reminder



A note to say that I’m out of the loop this weekend, but don’t forget to vote for your favourite rake (voting ends on Sunday!) and I’ll post about the victor next week.

In the meantime, you might want to check out these blogs:

The Duchess of Devonshire’s Gossip Guide to the 18th Century
There’s not much time left to leave a comment on your favourite tart posting for a chance to win one of Heather Carroll’s exquisite Christmas decorations!

Tempus Fugit
The time-travelling physician continues to enlighten readers on the art of 18th-century medicine from his post south of the Ohio river.

Nature Diary
Not so much a blog as a civilised stroll in the Hampshire countryside with nature notes and poetry from Colonel Brandon.

Above: The blogosphere, as depicted by Hogarth...

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On Not Being Served


Servants were nothing but trouble in the 18th century: or at least, that's what the literature of the time tells us. A passage from Boswell's Life of Johnson concerns the dirty habits of French servants (as described by Johnson):
"At Madame ----'s, a literary lady of rank, the footman took the sugar in his fingers, and threw it into my coffee. I was going to put it aside; but hearing it was made on purpose for me, I e'en tasted Tom's fingers. The same lady would needs make tea à la Angloise. The spout of the tea-pot would not pour freely; she bade the footman blow into it. France is worse than Scotland in every thing but climate."
Strong words when you consider how much Johnson complained about Scotland! Footmen were also viewed dubiously in Jonathan Swift's hilarious Directions to Servants: a kind of primer in which he addresses sardonic advice to each servant in the household. To the footman:
Take off the largest dishes and set them on with one hand, to show the ladies your vigour and strength of back, but always do it between two ladies, that if the dish happens to slip, the soup or sauce may fall on their clothes and not daub the floor... When you carry up a dish of meat, dip your fingers in the sauce, or lick it with your tongue to try whether it be good and fit for your master's table... If you are ordered to break the claw of a crab or lobster, clap it between the sides of the dining-room door between the hinges...
Above is William Hogarth's wonderful Heads of Six of Hogarth's Servants (circa 1750-5).

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Wednesday, 3 December 2008

Spitalfields, London

A Hogarth-themed shop-window display in Spitalfields.