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p1000491-1What really happened on that Starry~Starry~Night!

(An oldie but a goodie! LOL)

Pen & Watercolour Copyright 2007 Jean Burman

See? He wasn’t mad afterall… just a little “troubled” ’tis all!  We knew that all along right?

In the news this week… revelations of the secret pact between Vincent Van Gogh and Paul Gauguin which secured Gauguin’s freedom from prosecution… shored up their fragile friendship… and effectively silenced the truth for all these years. History is becoming curiouser and curiouser!

Poor old Vincent… hailed a madman for the past hundred years [or so] for allegedly cutting off his own ear in a fit of madness and despair… was this week vindicated of the crime. I don’t know about you… but the revelation that it was in fact Paul Gauguin who sliced off Vincent’s ear with a sword [as you do]… as Vincent tried to stop him from leaving his little yellow house in Arles… seems so much more plausible to me. I mean for heaven’s sake…  if you’re going to lose an ear for whatever reason… why not share the fun and let a friend have a “hand” in it?  An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth or some such?  Why… even Bill Shakespeare was all for the lending of an ear to random friends romans and countrymen alike…(grin)

How their secret pact lay dormant for as long as it did under the close scrutiny of art historians and academics is beyond speculation… but someone on history keeping’s slippery slope slipped up somewhere!  

I have sometimes wondered what lies ahead for artists whose work is the only thing left behind to speak for them after their death. With history  in the hands of mere mortals anything could happen.  And knowing the propensity we humans have for whipping up a storm of gossip, innuendo, outright lies and downright controversy  [if we can at all possibly "swing it"]… and given the added penchant for art critics and commentators to “read into” a painting whatever “deeper meaning” seems appropriate to their mood at the time… well… you might agree that history would naturally become a little bit “sketchy” over time…(okay okay…pun intended)

So… with history revised… it appears that Vincent was not at all unlike the rest of us. A little mad at times perhaps… and yes granted… just a tad more talented. (grin) But tragically human all the same!

p1000138-1Artwork Copyright 2007 Jean Burman 

In many ways we artists still “see what he saw”. And still “feel as he did”.  He too struggled to keep his head above water and his heart in the right place. He ached for the companionship of kindred spirits and longed for understanding (and a modicum of recognition) from a less than sympathetic public.

History has it that he died a broken man… mentally emotionally spiritually and financially. What a joke it would now seem to him that… a century too late to pay the bills… collectors have attached a multi-million dollar price tag to the artwork of a madman!   Now that he has been declared sane [even if only approximately so] it will be interesting to see if “loyalty” and not “madness” will continue to hold monetary value in the work.  

Only time (and history) will tell.  

And we already know how transient and unreliable that can be!  

Hope you like the re-worked website.  Finally.  But not final at all.  This place will be a work in progress for a little while yet to come.  Any comments/suggestions will be gratefully received!   

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What’s in a name?

January 23, 2008 · 19 comments

Not much I guess. Unless it’s yours! And I remember well… the day I stumbled upon the existence of a man who once, long ago shared my name… (as well as my love for the watercolour medium!)

Intrigued? Well… so was I!

When I was younger I used to daydream about my heritage…. and as a fourth generation Aussie descended (on my father’s side) from Scottish immigrants to this wide brown land… have even (okay maybe only once or twice *wink*) romanticised the notion that I may have been related… somewhere way back… to someone important! Okay… who hasn’t? (chuckles)

Back then I used to wonder about which branch of the family we might have been descended from.

My father was a silent man who never spoke of family… it was only recently we discovered the existence of not one but five great aunts (all of them… now long since gone and silent as the grave!) Okay – way off track now…

So was it Herman’s (Moby Dick) branch of the family… or was it the Lord with the ancestral seat near Edinburgh? Hahaha… truth is… probably neither! But surely we had to be related to someone!

And so it was into this mood of wishing to belong to “someone somewhere” that the unwitting Arthur Melville inadvertently stepped… poor man *wink* No-one could have been more surprised and delighted to learn… just a few years ago… about a man I’d never even heard of before… an artist no less… and not just any old artist… but one who had been one of the greatest and least known watermedia artists of his time!

Surely I could be related to him…oh please!? ~laughs~

Incidentally… Elinor shares his name too (that probably make us sisters)… hers being a middle name… and mine being my maiden surname!

Okay… here’s the skinny.

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Arthur Melville lived at the turn of the 19th century (1855 – 1904) at the height of the Impressionist movement…

But he was not one of them!

He was labelled an Orientalist as many of the Impressionists of the day (who painted in the near and middle east) were…

but he wasn’t entirely one of them either!

Stephen Quiller in his 2004 article for The Artist’s Magazine described Melville as one of the greatest yet “least known” watermedia masters of all time”. His loose style could easily have been mistaken for Impressionism… but in truth Arthur Melville leaned more toward the Glasgow Boys (although he was never one of them) than either French or American Impressionism! No… it appears that Arthur Melville was a leader not a follower… and very different to them all.

Born in Scotland… during his early years he travelled to Paris where he was introduced to Impressionism.

TECHNIQUE: Around this time he developed what later became known as the “blotchesse” technique which entailed soaking his watercolour paper and then saturating it with Chinese White. The paper was then stretched and dried… giving a surface which could easily be scrubbed back and reworked back to the paper beneath. This process… innovative at the time… gave great atmosphere to his paintings. Quiller remarked “looking at Bravo Toro you can smell the dust and hear the crowd!”

He travelled extensively around the Middle East and the Mediterranean Sea… drawing inspiration there for now famous works which hang in galleries such as The Tate in London and the Victoria and Albert Museum in England… where Bravo Toro (watercolour 22 x 30) now hangs.

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His watercolours were not small and intimate but rather bold and expressive and considered quite radical for the times.

Quiller points out how for this reason “Melville’s works were often “skyed” or placed out of eyeline at national exhibitions” (Some things never change! LOL)

He befriended John Singer Sargent and James McNeill Whistler somewhere along the way and served together with Whistler on the hanging Committee of the Walker Art Gallery. In a letter to his beloved Beatrix (Chinkey)… Whistler remarked:

“I get on well with Melville… well indeed I could not have got on without him!”

And so it was that Arthur Melville was a man ahead of his time… but although he enjoyed moderate success during his lifetime… he was never fully appreciated… much less understood. Why does this not surprise me? (slap… ooo ouch… that hurt!)

And the reasons for his lack of acknowledgment were simple. He was at the heart of it a modest man… and nowhere near flamboyant enough in his persona to ensure his own immortality. He took no mistresses… he hadn’t escaped to the South Seas… and hadn’t gotten around to cutting off an ear by the time he died suddenly from typhoid… on the verge of his artistic prime!

Sadly… while his work embodied the spirit of the coming age… it “apparently” lacked the blatancy that would attract the criticism to support it. In short… critics of the day either missed the point… or couldn’t figure it out!

The thought occurs to me… that perhaps this may have been different had he the chance to live a little longer!

Sadly for me… I will never get to meet him. And the truth is… I more than likely share no blood connection to this man who shared my name once long ago.

But it was fun getting to know him… and making the discovery that we have at least two things in common… a love of the watercolour medium… and a healthy disrespect for the conventional way!

That’s more than good enough for me… *wink*

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