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Paolo Veronese’s The Wedding Feast At Cana (1563)

Great art comes in many shapes and sizes, from por­trait minia­tures right up to mon­u­men­tal can­vas­es depict­ing epic scenes with casts of thou­sands. Today we’re going to look at an exam­ple of the lat­ter, one which hangs in the Lou­vre and deserves to have the same-sized crowd of admir­ers that per­pet­u­al­ly gath­er around the Mona Lisa there (and per­haps it does usu­al­ly, but I do have a mem­o­ry of being able to admire it unmo­lest­ed by oth­er peo­ple and able to take in its con­sid­er­able fea­tures). It’s Pao­lo Veronese’s The Wed­ding Feast at Cana (Nozze di Cana, 1562–1563), depict­ing the bib­li­cal sto­ry of the Wed­ding at Cana, in which Jesus mirac­u­lous­ly con­verts water into wine, thus jus­ti­fy­ing his invi­ta­tion sev­er­al times over.

It’s a whop­ping 6.77 m × 9.94 m and indeed as such it’s the largest paint­ing in the Lou­vre. Veronese exe­cut­ed his paint­ing slap-bang in the mid­dle of the peri­od in art known as the Man­ner­ist age (c.1520‑c.1600), in which there was a ten­den­cy of artists to take the ideals of the High Renais­sance (1490–1527) — pro­por­tion, bal­ance, ide­al beau­ty – and exag­ger­ate them such that arrange­ments of human fig­ures have an unnat­ur­al rather than a real­is­tic feel to them. It’s as if artists felt that every­thing that could be achieved had already been achieved by the likes of Da Vin­ci, Raphael and Michelan­ge­lo, and they need­ed a dif­fer­ent approach.

The can­vas was orig­i­nal­ly hung in the San Geor­gio Monastery in Venice, until Napoleon’s sol­diers nicked it as war booty in 1797. It depicts a crowd­ed ban­quet scene in the sump­tu­ous style char­ac­ter­is­tic of 16th cen­tu­ry Venet­ian soci­ety but framed in the Gre­co-Roman archi­tec­tur­al style of clas­si­cal antiq­ui­ty. There are 130 human fig­ures dressed fash­ion­ably in Occi­den­tal and Ori­en­tal cos­tume alla Tur­ca, and there are indi­ca­tions that we are post-feast, with guests sat­ed and await­ing the wine ser­vice.

In the fore­ground are musi­cians play­ing stringed instru­ments of the late Renais­sance, with leg­end hav­ing it that the musi­cian in the white tunic is a depic­tion of Veronese him­self and the oth­er musi­cians mod­elled on fel­low artists Jacopo Bas­sano, Tin­toret­to and Tit­ian. Behind the musi­cians are seat­ed Jesus of Nazareth, the Vir­gin Mary, and sev­er­al apos­tles. Amongst the wed­ding guests are depict­ed many his­tor­i­cal per­son­ages from Veronese’s day, such as Mary I of Eng­land, Holy Roman Emper­or Charles V, and Suleiman the Mag­nif­i­cent. There are so many quirky ele­ments to dis­cov­er– a lit­tle dog on the table here, a lady pick­ing her teeth there, a dwarf hold­ing a bright green par­rot – that to do so could take up some con­sid­er­able time.

Here are some details (click on them to enlarge), with the whole mas­ter­piece in its entire­ty below.

 

James Cox’s Silver Swan Automaton (1774)

Vis­i­tors to the Bowes Muse­um in the town of Barnard Cas­tle in Coun­ty Durham are reg­u­lar­ly blown away by the trea­sures housed in this provin­cial town, miles away from the major cities where art col­lec­tions of this qual­i­ty may be expect­ed. The build­ing alone is worth the vis­it; it is elab­o­rate­ly mod­elled in the style of the French Sec­ond Empire, pur­pose-built to house the art col­lec­tion of John Bowes, and opened to the pub­lic in 1892.

Bowes Muse­um, Barnard Cas­tle

The col­lec­tion con­tains paint­ings by El Gre­co, Goya, Canalet­to, Frag­o­nard and Bouch­er, as well as items of dec­o­ra­tive art, ceram­ics, tex­tiles, tapes­tries, clocks and cos­tumes. The pièce de résis­tance, how­ev­er, is today’s sub­ject, the Sil­ver Swan automa­ton, cre­at­ed by Lon­don jew­eller James Cox and the inven­tor John Joseph Mer­lin.

The Sil­ver Swan was first record­ed in 1774 as a crowd puller at the famous Cox’s Muse­um of James Cox, an entre­pre­neur as well as a tal­ent­ed jew­eller. The exquis­ite­ly craft­ed swan has an inter­nal clock­work-dri­ven mech­a­nism with 2000 mov­ing parts (designed by Mer­lin), and at an appoint­ed time each day at Bowes Muse­um, the automa­ton is cranked up and goes through its 32-sec­ond per­for­mance.

The swan sits in a stream made of glass rods and sur­round­ed by sil­ver leaves, and small sil­ver fish can be seen “swim­ming” in the stream. When the clock­work is wound, the music box plays and the glass rods rotate giv­ing the illu­sion of flow­ing water. The swan turns its head from side to side, preens itself, and after a few moments bends down to catch and eat a fish. The swan’s head then returns to the upright posi­tion and the per­for­mance is over.

The Sil­ver Swan was exhib­it­ed at the 1867 Paris Inter­na­tion­al Exhi­bi­tion, and it was here that John Bowes and his wife saw it, fell in love with it, and in 1872 had the oppor­tu­ni­ty to pur­chase it (for £200, or about £20,000 in today’s mon­ey, still an absolute steal). The Amer­i­can nov­el­ist Mark Twain also saw the Sil­ver Swan at the Paris exhi­bi­tion in 1867 and described it in his book The Inno­cents Abroad:

I watched the Sil­ver Swan, which had a liv­ing grace about his move­ment and a liv­ing intel­li­gence in his eyes – watched him swim­ming about as com­fort­ably and uncon­cerned­ly as it he had been born in a morass instead of a jeweller’s shop – watched him seize a sil­ver fish from under the water and hold up his head and go through the cus­tom­ary and elab­o­rate motions of swal­low­ing it…

If this inspires you to see the swan for your­self, leave it a few months: it is cur­rent­ly being restored but is expect­ed to return to its pub­lic next year.

George Stubbs’ Cheetah And Stag With Two Indians (1765)

If you hap­pen to be in Man­ches­ter with a spare hour or two, do call into its art gallery on Mosley Street where you’ll find a host of inter­est­ing paint­ings, not least of which is Chee­tah and Stag with Two Indi­ans by George Stubbs. Stubbs was an Eng­lish artist, born in Liv­er­pool in 1724 and who moved to York in 1744 to pur­sue his pas­sion for human anato­my, study­ing under the sur­geon Charles Atkin­son at York Coun­ty Hos­pi­tal. He was also a nat­ur­al and entire­ly self-taught artist, and worked as a por­trait painter in York for ten more years, but he would become famous lat­er not for paint­ing human sit­ters but ani­mal ones, par­tic­u­lar­ly hors­es (of which his best-known, Whistle­jack­et, is at the Nation­al Gallery in Lon­don).

Whistle­jack­et

By 1764, Stubbs had estab­lished a rep­u­ta­tion for his anatom­i­cal­ly accu­rate ani­mal paint­ings, and attract­ed the atten­tion of the roy­al court, who had com­mis­sioned him, the year before, to paint Queen Charlotte’s South African zebra. He was, then, the obvi­ous choice when a cer­tain out­go­ing Gov­er­nor Gen­er­al of Madras, Sir George Pig­ot, arrived back in Lon­don with a menagerie of “wild beasts and curiosi­ties” as gifts for King George III, and was look­ing for an artist to paint a por­trait of the most exot­ic of those gifts, a mag­nif­i­cent chee­tah.

Eas­i­ly tamed and trained, chee­tahs had been used as hunt­ing ani­mals by the Mogul Emper­ors for hun­dreds of years. In that spir­it, the King’s uncle, the Duke of Cum­ber­land, was eager to put the King’s chee­tah through its paces and so arranged a demon­stra­tion in Wind­sor Great Park, where George Stubbs was present to cap­ture the occa­sion on can­vas.

A stag was duly placed in an enclo­sure of the roy­al pad­dock while the chee­tah was pre­pared by Pigot’s Indi­an ser­vants. First, they ‘hood­winked’ the ani­mal by tying a red blind­fold over its face, whilst one of the ser­vants held it by a restrain­ing sash around the hindquar­ters. A ser­vant then pulled back the hood back to allow the chee­tah a first sight of its quar­ry, whilst the oth­er one ges­tured towards the stag, and the preda­tor was unleashed. What hap­pened next was not quite what was intend­ed: accord­ing to the St James’s Chron­i­cle the stag staunch­ly defend­ed itself and end­ed up chas­ing the chee­tah off!

The paint­ing has been praised for its sin­cere ren­der­ing and lack of Euro­pean con­de­scen­sion: in an age when for­eign vis­i­tors were pic­tured at best as colour­ful exotics, at worst as sin­is­ter or ridicu­lous car­i­ca­tures, Stubbs endowed the ser­vants with a grace and authen­tic­i­ty equal to the mag­nif­i­cent crea­ture they were car­ing for.

Post­script Chee­tahs are no longer to be found wild in the Indi­an sub-con­ti­nent: the last three indi­vid­u­als were report­ed­ly shot in 1947 by the Mahara­jah of Sur­gu­ja.

Chee­tah and Stag with Two Indi­ans
George Stubbs, self-por­trait

Wassily Kandinsky’s Yellow-Red-Blue (1925)

My appre­ci­a­tion of art spans many cen­turies. I’ve mar­velled at the Gre­co-Romano art of the clas­si­cal world; con­tem­plat­ed fres­coes adorn­ing Byzan­tine monas­ter­ies and church­es in Turkey, Arme­nia and Cyprus; spent hours in gal­leries mus­ing over paint­ings from the Medieval and Renais­sance peri­ods, through the eras of Baroque, Neo­clas­si­cism and Roman­ti­cism to late nine­teenth-cen­tu­ry Impres­sion­ism and on to…well to be hon­est, when we hit the twen­ti­eth cen­tu­ry, my enthu­si­asm starts to wane. Sure, Art Deco was a bona fide, aes­thet­i­cal­ly pleas­ing and inno­v­a­tive art move­ment, and Cubism had its place, but when I start to con­sid­er Sur­re­al­ism, Min­i­mal­ism and Abstract Expres­sion­ism, I’m less impressed.

Sure, sure: it’s emi­nent­ly pos­si­ble to sit and enjoy a mon­u­men­tal and vibrant Jack­son Pol­lock can­vas in New York’s Met­ro­pol­i­tan Muse­um of Art — and I have done — and there will always be excep­tion­al and intrigu­ing art to be found through­out the twen­ti­eth cen­tu­ry. But my con­tention is that over­all these tend to be out­liers, and that in amongst the gems there is a broad seam of dis­tinct­ly uncap­ti­vat­ing art. You can enjoy a Mark Rothko but can you real­ly be cap­ti­vat­ed by it? I can’t. And don’t get me start­ed on the tru­ly mod­ern “art” of the last four decades, the likes of Damien Hirst, Tracey Emin, the Chap­man Broth­ers, Mar­tin Creed et al…please!

Hav­ing said that, I’m going to give a free pass to one of the head hon­chos of Abstract Expres­sion­ism, the Russ­ian painter and art the­o­rist Wass­i­ly Kandin­sky (1866–1944). With Kandin­sky I can embrace the new cen­tu­ry vibe and be inspired by all that art the­o­ry behind colour and form. Kandin­sky wrote volu­mi­nous­ly about art the­o­ry: his writ­ing in The Blue Rid­er Almanac and the 1910 trea­tise On the Spir­i­tu­al in Art were bold affir­ma­tions that all forms of art can reach a lev­el of spir­i­tu­al­i­ty. He found­ed the short-lived but influ­en­tial Blue Rid­er group (Der Blaue Reit­er) with like-mind­ed artists such as August Macke, Franz Marc, and Albert Bloch, who exper­i­ment­ed bold­ly with colour, lines and form, and gave pri­or­i­ty to spon­tane­ity and impro­vi­sa­tion.

Kandin­sky’s paint­ings are expres­sive explo­sions of colours, lines and shapes that have an extra­or­di­nary force and musi­cal qual­i­ty about them. Kandin­sky recog­nised that there were impor­tant con­nec­tions between music and abstract art: music is abstract by nature and does not try to rep­re­sent the exte­ri­or world but instead express­es the imme­di­ate inner feel­ings of the soul. That is why Kandin­sky referred to his works as “com­po­si­tions”. I get it. I seem to remem­ber hav­ing this com­po­si­tion — 1925’s Yel­low-Red-Blue (Gelb-Rot-Blau) — on my kitchen wall in the nineties, and, to extend the musi­cal metaphor, I find it rather jazzy!

Kandin­sky, Yel­low-Red-Blue
Wass­i­ly Kandin­sky

Gilbert Shelton’s Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers (1971)

As a boy, the Beano was my com­ic of choice, with occa­sion­al for­ays into the Beez­er, the Top­per, and the Dandy. Lat­er, War­lord would come along, a now large­ly for­got­ten boys’ com­ic fea­tur­ing sto­ries cen­tred around Lord Peter Flint (code­name “War­lord”), Union Jack Jack­son and Bomber Brad­dock (I would write to the com­ic for its free pack to become a “War­lord agent” with a badge and every­thing). By the eight­ies, all grown up, I had pret­ty much done with comics, but one notable excep­tion came along in the guise of the series of under­ground comics writ­ten and drawn by Gilbert Shel­ton and fea­tur­ing the “Fab­u­lous Fur­ry Freak Broth­ers”.

The Freak Broth­ers were a trio of hip­pie ston­ers whose lives revolved around the pro­cure­ment of recre­ation­al drugs and whose chaot­ic lives led them on var­i­ous adven­tures. First appear­ing in 1968 in the under­ground coun­ter­cul­ture news­pa­per The Rag, pub­lished in Austin, Texas, the char­ac­ters were emblem­at­ic of the bloom­ing hip­pie cul­ture of the late six­ties and soon would grad­u­ate to a ded­i­cat­ed com­ic book of their own: Shel­ton co-found­ed Rip Off Press in 1969 and pub­lished 13 issues of The Fab­u­lous Fur­ry Freak Broth­ers com­ic between 1971 and 1997 (so no, it was no week­ly com­ic, it was issued as and when Shel­ton fin­ished his lat­est piece). How they came onto my radar, I’m not entire­ly cer­tain, though I was pos­si­bly drawn by the vibrant and promis­ing cov­ers:

The “broth­ers” (who were not actu­al­ly sib­lings) con­sist­ed of Fat Fred­dy (over­weight, yel­low curly hair, mous­tache), Free­wheel­in’ Franklin (tall, skin­ny, bul­bous nose, Mex­i­can mous­tache, cow­boy hat, pony­tail) and Phineas Phreak (bushy black hair, joint-shaped nose). They live in San Fran­cis­co (where else?) and their adven­tures often serve to foil Nor­bert the Nark, the inept DEA agent who is con­tin­u­al­ly try­ing, and fail­ing, to arrest them. Mean­while, a bonus com­ic strip at the foot of the page fea­tured feline anti-hero, Fat Fred­dy’s Cat (which spawned its own spin-off com­ic series).

With drug use being the dom­i­nant theme, the sto­ries are very much in line with the shenani­gans of con­tem­po­ra­ne­ous on-screen homo­logues Cheech and Chong. Far be it from me to con­fess some kind of fra­ter­ni­ty with law-break­ing drug-tak­ers con­spic­u­ous­ly fail­ing to be mod­el cit­i­zens but what can I say, I’m a cul­tur­al observ­er! Shelton’s comics are rich­ly humor­ous and bril­liant­ly drawn, even if very much of their time. They must have clicked with a whole gen­er­a­tion of boomers for whom, as Free­wheel­in’ Franklin said, “Dope will get you through times of no mon­ey bet­ter than mon­ey will get you through times of no dope”.

Gilbert Shel­ton

Canaletto’s The Mouth Of The Grand Canal Looking West Towards The Carità (1730)

If you vis­it London’s Nation­al Gallery’s Room 38 you will see a fine col­lec­tion of paint­ings by Canalet­to (Gio­van­ni Anto­nio Canal, 1697–1768), the Ital­ian artist famed for his vedute of Venice (a vedu­ta is a high­ly detailed, usu­al­ly large-scale paint­ing or print of a cityscape or some oth­er vista). He was born in Venice, the son of anoth­er painter, Bernar­do Canal, hence his mononym Canalet­to, or “lit­tle Canal” (and noth­ing to do with the Venet­ian canals that he lat­er depict­ed). Canalet­to was appren­ticed to his father whose main career was in the­atre set design, so he got to work on paint­ing the­atri­cal scenes for operas by the likes of Vival­di, Scar­lat­ti and oth­ers. How­ev­er, it was when, in around 1723, he began to paint the dai­ly life of Venice and its peo­ple, that he found his true call­ing.

Canalet­to sold many of his grand scenes of the canals of Venice and the Doge’s Palace to Eng­lish­men on their Grand Tour, and his career real­ly took off when he began his asso­ci­a­tion with Joseph Smith, an Eng­lish busi­ness­man and col­lec­tor liv­ing in Venice who was to become British Con­sul in Venice in 1744. Smith became the artist’s prin­ci­pal agent and patron, and was instru­men­tal in intro­duc­ing Grand Tourists to his work and arrang­ing com­mis­sions. He also acquired near­ly fifty paint­ings and one hun­dred fifty draw­ings from Canalet­to, the largest and finest sin­gle group of the artist’s works, which he sold to King George III in 1762.

In the 1740s, the War of the Aus­tri­an Suc­ces­sion led to a reduc­tion in the num­ber of British vis­i­tors to Venice (war can do that) and thus dis­rupt­ed Canaletto’s mar­ket, and so in 1746 he moved to Lon­don, liv­ing in Lon­don’s Soho dis­trict and suc­cess­ful­ly pro­duc­ing views of Lon­don and of his patrons’ hous­es and cas­tles. He remained in Eng­land until 1755 and returned to Venice where he con­tin­ued to paint until his death in 1768. His con­nec­tion with Britain had been sealed, how­ev­er, and now you can find his paint­ings not only in the Nation­al Gallery but in Buck­ing­ham Palace, the Wal­lace Col­lec­tion and indeed there’s a fine set of 24 in the din­ing room at Woburn Abbey.

Here is just one from the Roy­al Col­lec­tion, The Mouth of the Grand Canal look­ing West towards the Car­ità (1729–30), and then a view of the exquis­ite Woburn Abbey din­ing room.

Canalet­to, The Mouth of the Grand Canal look­ing West towards the Cari­ta, c.1729–30,
Woburn Abbey
Canalet­to

Jacques-Louis David’s Oath Of The Horatii (1784)

A gen­er­a­tion or two before the Impres­sion­ists, French artists didn’t have the lux­u­ry of lolling about fields paint­ing haystacks and gen­er­al­ly hav­ing a wheeze of a time. At a time of seis­mic social and polit­i­cal change, an artist had to box clever to stay on the right side of dan­ger­ous polit­i­cal forces. Jacques-Louis David (1748–1825) was one such painter who man­aged to suc­cess­ful­ly nav­i­gate his way — and his art — from the final years of the Ancien Régime through the French Rev­o­lu­tion and the rise and fall of Napoleon.

David was con­sid­ered to be the pre­em­i­nent painter of the Neo­clas­si­cal era, that return to the high-mind­ed sever­i­ty of the arts of ancient Greece and Rome in con­trast to the friv­o­li­ty of the late Baroque. David’s his­to­ry paint­ing matched the moral cli­mate of the final years of Louis XVI and he was favoured by the Court. How­ev­er, David lat­er became an active sup­port­er of the French Rev­o­lu­tion and friend of Robe­spierre, and his Death of Marat (1793) became one of the most famous images of the era.

Impris­oned briefly after Robe­spier­re’s fall from pow­er, he aligned him­self with yet anoth­er polit­i­cal regime upon his release: that of Napoleon, the First Con­sul of France. As well as his suit­ably hero­ic ren­der­ing of Napoleon in his Napoleon at the Saint-Bernard Pass (1801), he also cre­at­ed the mon­u­men­tal The Coro­na­tion of Napoleon (1806). Final­ly, after Napoleon’s fall from pow­er and the Bour­bon revival, David exiled him­self to Brus­sels, where he remained until his death.

How­ev­er, let’s return to David’s ori­gins with a paint­ing con­sid­ered a Neo­clas­si­cal mas­ter­piece, Oath of the Hor­atii (1784). It depicts a scene from a Roman leg­end about a sev­enth-cen­tu­ry BC dis­pute between two war­ring cities, Rome and Alba Lon­ga. Instead of the two cities send­ing their armies to war, they agree to choose three men from each city; the vic­tor in that fight will be the vic­to­ri­ous city. From Rome, three broth­ers from a Roman fam­i­ly, the Hor­atii, agree to fight three broth­ers from a fam­i­ly of Alba Lon­ga, the Curi­atii.

The three Hor­atii broth­ers, will­ing to sac­ri­fice their lives for the good of Rome, are shown salut­ing their father who holds their swords out for them. There could be no more evoca­tive a scene of patri­ot­ic duty and, although paint­ed four years before the Rev­o­lu­tion, it nonethe­less became a sym­bol of loy­al­ty to State and a defin­ing image of the time.

Of the three Hor­atii broth­ers, only one will sur­vive the con­fronta­tion and he will kill each Curi­atii broth­er in turn, seiz­ing vic­to­ry for Rome. Aside from the three broth­ers depict­ed, David also rep­re­sents, in the bot­tom right cor­ner, a woman cry­ing. She is Camil­la, a sis­ter of the Hor­atii, who hap­pens to be also betrothed to one of the Curi­atii fight­ers, and thus she weeps in the real­i­sa­tion that, what­ev­er hap­pens, she will lose some­one she loves.

Edwin Landseer’s The Monarch Of The Glen (1851)

Sir Edwin Land­seer (1802–1873) was a Lon­don-born painter and sculp­tor whose artis­tic tal­ents were recog­nised ear­ly on: at age thir­teen he exhib­it­ed works at the Roy­al Acad­e­my as an “Hon­orary Exhibitor” and was elect­ed as an Asso­ciate there at the min­i­mum age of twen­ty four. He was able to paint extreme­ly quick­ly and per­haps these days would have attract­ed a cool nick­name like snook­er play­ers Hur­ri­cane Hig­gins and Whirl­wind White (Light­ning Land­seer, per­haps); he was also reput­ed to be able to draw simul­ta­ne­ous­ly with both hands. One biog­ra­ph­er wrote:

…upon the occa­sion of a large par­ty assem­bled one evening at the house of a gen­tle­man in Lon­don, the con­ver­sa­tion hav­ing turned upon the sub­ject of feats of skill with the hand, one of the ladies present remarked that it would be impos­si­ble for any­one, how­ev­er skil­ful, to draw two things at once.
“Oh, I can do that,” said Land­seer qui­et­ly; “give me two pen­cils and I will show you.” The pen­cils were brought, and Land­seer, tak­ing one in each hand, drew simul­ta­ne­ous­ly and unhesi­tat­ing­ly the pro­file of a stag’s antlered head with one hand, and with the oth­er the per­fect out­line of the head of a horse.

Cer­tain­ly, Landseer’s renown stemmed from his paint­ings of ani­mals, par­tic­u­lar­ly hors­es, dogs and stags, although his most famous work is undoubt­ed­ly the set of four bronze lion sculp­tures at the base of Nelson’s Col­umn in Trafal­gar Square. Today’s sub­ject is prob­a­bly his next most famous work, though, being, as it is, the ulti­mate bis­cuit tin image of Scot­land: The Monarch of the Glen.

The Monarch of the Glen is an oil-on-can­vas paint­ing depict­ing a red deer stag, set against the steamy rugged hills of the Scot­tish High­lands. It was com­plet­ed in 1851 as part of a series of three pan­els intend­ed to hang in the Refresh­ment Rooms of the House of Lords, although that com­mis­sion nev­er came off due to some dis­pute or oth­er and it was sold into pri­vate own­er­ship. It also, how­ev­er, sold wide­ly in repro­duc­tions and became one of the most pop­u­lar paint­ings of the 19th cen­tu­ry. It prob­a­bly helped that Queen Vic­to­ria was a big fan.

The paint­ing was pur­chased in 1916 by the Pears soap com­pa­ny and this kicked off the Monarch’s career in adver­tis­ing. It was sold on to John Dewar & Sons dis­tillery and became their trade­mark before sim­i­lar­ly being used by Glen­fid­dich on their whisky bot­tles. A deriv­a­tive of the Monarch graced the shelves of Har­rods and Fort­num & Mason via the cans of Bax­ter’s Roy­al Game Soup, and of course, as implied, it adorned many a tin of short­bread bis­cuits. In 2017, the paint­ing was final­ly sold by its last own­er Dia­geo to the Nation­al Muse­um of Scot­land in Edin­burgh, where it can now be viewed by the pub­lic in all its majesty.

The stag has twelve points on his antlers, which in deer ter­mi­nol­o­gy makes him a “roy­al stag” not a “monarch stag”, for which six­teen points are need­ed, but let’s not quib­ble; he’s a mag­nif­i­cent beast.

The Monarch of the Glen

Caspar David Friedrich’s Wanderer Above The Sea Of Fog (1818)

Back in 2016 when I intro­duced this blog (here) and the sense of the “sub­lime” as some­thing of excel­lence “occa­sion­al­ly glimpsed” here­in, I men­tioned that the con­cept of the sub­lime was one with a long his­to­ry of being debat­ed by artists and writ­ers over the cen­turies. I can pad that idea out a bit now, since it has a direct con­nec­tion to the sub­ject of this week’s blog, and so for fun and edi­fi­ca­tion, here’s a lit­tle pot­ted his­to­ry or mini-essay on the con­cept of the sub­lime.

The first known study of the con­cept was the 1st cen­tu­ry AD trea­tise On The Sub­lime, ascribed to Long­i­nus and which talks about the use of great or lofty lan­guage, intend­ed to inspire awe or ven­er­a­tion, in the field of rhetoric. This trea­tise was redis­cov­ered in the 16th cen­tu­ry and trans­lat­ed into Eng­lish and French in the fol­low­ing decades, and it had a sig­nif­i­cant influ­ence on lit­er­ary crit­i­cism and the phi­los­o­phy of aes­thet­ics in the 17th and 18th cen­turies.

The con­cept was devel­oped in Britain in the ear­ly 18th cen­tu­ry and came to describe an aes­thet­ic qual­i­ty in nature dis­tinct from beau­ty, brought into promi­nence by the writ­ings of John Den­nis (1693), Joseph Addi­son (1705) and Antho­ny Ash­ley-Coop­er (1709). All three of these authors had under­tak­en a cross­ing of the Alps, as part of that famil­iar Enlight­en­ment pas­time the “Grand Tour”, and all three inde­pen­dent­ly expressed their con­trast­ing feel­ings of fear and plea­sure at the awe­some­ness of nature and derived, as Addi­son described it, “an agree­able kind of hor­ror”.

Edmund Burke more for­mal­ly devel­oped this con­cep­tion of sub­lim­i­ty in A Philo­soph­i­cal Enquiry into the Ori­gin of Our Ideas of the Sub­lime and Beau­ti­ful in 1756, and Ger­man philoso­phers Kant, Schopen­hauer, Hegel and Rudolf Otto each added their aca­d­e­m­ic heft to the sub­ject. Soon, the con­cept would be realised in the art move­ment known as Roman­ti­cism and we would see the por­tray­al of land­scape in an entire­ly new man­ner: not just a visu­al­i­sa­tion of the sim­ple enjoy­ment of a beau­ti­ful view, as in the clas­sic con­cep­tion, but rather an exam­i­na­tion of a reunion with the spir­i­tu­al self through the con­tem­pla­tion of nature and its majes­tic pow­er.

Ger­man artist Cas­par David Friedrich (1774–1840) was instru­men­tal in cre­at­ing this notion of a land­scape full of roman­tic feel­ing: die roman­tis­che Stim­mungs­land­schaft. Friedrich’s paint­ings com­mon­ly employed the Rück­en­fig­ur, a per­son seen from behind, con­tem­plat­ing the land­scape and invit­ing the view­er to sim­i­lar­ly place him­self in that medi­um and expe­ri­ence the sub­lime poten­tial of nature. The Friedrich paint­ing that is above all used to char­ac­terise this con­cept is his 1818 oil on can­vas, Wan­der­er above the Sea of Fog.

It depicts a man stand­ing upon a rocky precipice and gaz­ing out across a land­scape cov­ered in a thick sea of fog through which oth­er ridges, trees, and moun­tains pierce. It is con­sid­ered one of the mas­ter­pieces of the Roman­ti­cism move­ment and to suc­cess­ful­ly evoke the sub­lime or Addis­on’s “agree­able hor­ror”.

Cas­par David Friedrich, Wan­der­er above the Sea of Fog

Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel Ceiling (1512)

Well, I sup­pose it had to hap­pen soon­er or lat­er, what with the Cre­ation of Adam being astride the top of these blogs week in, week out: it’s time to look at that apex preda­tor of the Renais­sance art world, and num­ber one cause of vis­i­tors’ neck strain, the Sis­tine Chapel. No vis­it to Rome is com­plete with­out it, and per­haps no blog on the sub­lime can afford to omit it.

First, a whis­tle-stop his­to­ry tour: Sis­tine Chapel 101, if you like. Meet Pope Six­tus IV, pope between 1471 and 1484:

Pope Six­tus IV

It was Six­tus (adjec­tive “Sis­tine” in case you need that mansplained) who com­mis­sioned the build­ing of the chapel, which was com­plet­ed in 1481 and has served ever since as the Pope’s offi­cial res­i­dence. Six­tus is also known for found­ing the Span­ish Inqui­si­tion, but that’s anoth­er sto­ry, let’s stick with the chapel. He arranged for a team of painters (not Michelan­ge­lo yet — he comes lat­er — but includ­ing two oth­er famous names, Bot­ti­cel­li and Ghirlan­diao) to cre­ate a series of fres­coes on the walls, depict­ing the lives of Moses and Jesus.

Fast for­ward to 1508 and Pope Julius II is in charge (Julius was a rel­a­tive of Six­tus: nepo­tism was anoth­er of Sixtus’s strong suits):

Pope Julius II

Julius com­mis­sioned Michelan­ge­lo to com­plete the dec­o­ra­tion of the chapel by paint­ing the ceil­ing, which he com­plet­ed four years lat­er in 1512. This was a project that changed the course of West­ern art and is right­ly regard­ed as one of the crown­ing artis­tic accom­plish­ments of human civil­i­sa­tion. Replete with bib­li­cal scenes,  sto­ries and char­ac­ters, the ceil­ing is a riotous col­lec­tion of limbs and draperies, at first glance, and indeed a pho­to of the ceil­ing does­n’t real­ly do it jus­tice — but giv­en time to appre­ci­ate (whilst not bump­ing into fel­low tourists), it is an artis­tic tour de force that war­rants its fame. Click on these images to expand; the first to spot the Cre­ation of Adam wins a prize…