Imitation of nature is no doubt the foundation-stone of all sound

painting, and the natural inference would be, that the closer the

imitation the better the picture. But, on the other hand, a picture

which is not an exact counterpart of the object portrayed, but leaves

something to be imagined, is generally more interesting than a more

perfect copy would be.

This fact is particularly noticeable in pictures of flowers, fruit, and

still life generally.

A picture which at a little distance gives thoroughly the character of

the fish, game, or flowers it is intended to represent, will be much

more masterly and artistic if the scales of the fish, the feathers of

the birds, and the petals of the flowers are not individually studied

with microscopic care, but treated in a broad, suggestive manner.

In a painting so handled the loss of a few minute details is more than

compensated by greater freshness of color, and the charm inseparable

from a rapid and dexterous execution.

If it were possible to combine the two qualities, if we could get

breadth and brilliancy united with minute finish, it would even then be

doubtful whether the picture would be any the better for the additional

pains bestowed upon it.

In looking at pictures, we require to be deceived only up to a certain

point, and the whole question depends on where to fix that point. In

to-night’s lecture I intend to investigate this subject, and to extend

my remarks to other kindred questions connected with the finish of a

work of art.

All writers and lecturers on art are pretty well agreed that excessive

finish is undesirable. I mean such finish as one sees in Bellini’s

portrait of the Doge, where each individual hair is painted, and where

every wrinkle or pimple is studied as though it were of the utmost

importance.

There is, however, a kind of finish of an infinitely more objectionable

kind than Bellini’s.

If Bellini elaborated small details to an extensive extent, they were at

any rate thoroughly and honestly studied. His minute, delicate work

always had a laudable object, whether it were the exact rendering of a

stray hair or the microscopic modelling of the wrinkles about the eyes.

But the finisher of whom I am now speaking has no object, beyond

smoothness.

Bad proportions and gross errors in drawing are nothing to him provided

he gets a smooth, uniform surface. Like the old-fashioned provincial

drawing-master, who taught oils, water-colors, and Poonah painting,

smoothness and finish are with him synonymous terms.

Probably most of you are happily ignorant of the lost art of Poonah

painting and drawing, and I certainly do not mean to waste our time in

describing it. It will be sufficient to say that the process was almost

entirely mechanical, and that the results exhibited the maximum of

smoothness combined with the minimum of art.

It used often to be taught in young ladies’ schools. It would be both

invidious and unjust to compare the work of any Academy student with

these inane productions, but I wish to warn you, as I have often warned

you before, against confounding “finishing” with mere polishing.

Intelligent finishing consists in correcting small faults of detail, in

revising the relative values of the shades and half-tones, in giving

definite form to the fingers and toes, or any portion of the figure

which may have been neglected. Unintelligent finishing, or what I call

polishing, consists in getting a nice even grain for all the modelling

of the figure. This polishing process may not in itself be

objectionable, but it becomes objectionable when it interferes (as it

too often does) with necessary alterations and modifications.

You probably all know that I am no advocate of _sketching_ in the

schools. However much I may admire the nude studies of the great

masters, I do not wish to see the same kind of work attempted by the

students. I am decidedly for “finish,” “_high finish_” even, but by the

term _I_ mean accuracy of drawing and modelling, and not neatness or

evenness of execution.

To return to the Doge’s portrait, which I have taken as a thoroughly

good specimen of minute finishing.

It is perfectly true that if you go close up to it and examine it with a

lens, you will find it much more like nature than would be a head by

Titian or Rembrandt if subjected to the same microscopic investigation;

but pictures are not meant to be microscopic objects any more than human

beings.

If in some foreign town I meet unexpectedly my old friend Smith, I

should probably recognize him some fifty yards off. I should say: “That

must be Smith, it is so like his figure and general appearance.” As I

approach him I begin to distinguish his features, and I become more and

more certain, until finally I grasp his hand and all doubt as to his

identity vanishes. It is Smith all over, and, as I remark, not a bit

changed since I last saw him.

I do not pull out a pocket lens and count the number of gray hairs in

his whiskers, or the small warts about his eyes.

It appears to me that a life-size portrait should be treated in the same

way. Viewed from the end of the gallery, it should resemble the person

it represents, and the likeness should become more and more striking the

nearer we approach, until we get within a very short distance.

If we approach still nearer, the brush-work of the artist begins to

appear, and finally, if we examine the features with a lens, we can

discover but very little left of the resemblance which was so striking

at a reasonable distance.

The whole question is, What _is_ a reasonable distance? In portraits by

the minute finishers, the point at which the work looks its best is

evidently too near, and I think that in a good deal of modern painting

it is too far off.

A life-size head should look its best at from about six to ten feet

distance. Nearer than six feet the impasto and brush touches of the

painter would be too apparent, and beyond ten feet the delicate

modelling of details would begin to be lost.

Artists and the art-loving portion of the public delight no doubt in

going close up to a fine Titian, Rembrandt, or Vandyck, but this is to

see how the marvellously life-like effect has been produced (to learn a

lesson in short), but not to view the work from the most favorable

standpoint. I think it will be found that, generally speaking, the old

masterpieces of portraiture are best seen within the distances I have

mentioned.

There are, no doubt, exceptions. Thus the portraits of Holbein gain by

being studied closely, and those of Velasquez are best appreciated at a

considerable distance, whilst the figures of Van der Helst are so

admirably painted that they will bear a very close scrutiny as well as a

distant view.

If an artist has the precision of a Holbein or the consummate execution

of a Van der Helst, there is no harm in his following finish in

portraiture almost to its extreme limit; but if not, he had better rest

and be satisfied with less literal work.

In spite of a few honorable exceptions, the tendency of modern artists

is, however, not toward the finish of Holbein, but rather in the

opposite direction.

No one can walk through a Paris exhibition without being struck by the

enormous amount of sketchy, imperfect work; the best specimens of which

have, at a great distance, a look, a reminiscence of nature, but when

viewed nearer, resolve themselves into smears of paint, generally

plastered on with the knife.

Now it is this kind of work which is so attractive to the modern

connoisseur. The peasant, the workman, the soldier pass it by with a

laugh, or sometimes with an expression of bewilderment. The cultured

artist shrugs his shoulders, but tries to view it leniently, as he would

the work of a savage; but the _dilettanti_ and those who have a

smattering of art-knowledge delight in it. It flatters their vanity to

supplement out of their inner consciousness the artist’s short-comings.

These pictures get talked about in the salons and praised in the

newspapers, whilst good, honest, sober work is comparatively ignored.

Public taste having thus declared itself, it is not surprising that an

ever-increasing crop of these young “impressionists” should be

forthcoming to minister unto it.

There is another kind of departure from truth in connection with finish,

which is, I think, almost as much to be deprecated. I mean where the

heads are painted in a different style to the rest of the picture.

If we go back to the old masters, we shall never find this fault.

Examine any of their works. Recall to mind the Raffaelles, the Titians,

the Correggios, or the Poussins of the National Gallery, and observe

that the draperies, accessories, and backgrounds are all in keeping with

the heads. If, as in Perugino’s and Raffaelle’s early works, the

painting of the flesh is delicate and smooth, though dry and hard, you

will find the same qualities and defects in the whole picture.

If, on the other hand, as in Titian and Paul Veronese, the

flesh-painting is rich and free, the draperies will be equally so. Take

Rubens, again; how homogeneous is _his_ work! Let us suppose that a

picture by this master were unexpectedly discovered, and that by some

accident all the flesh-painting in it had been destroyed, would any one

hesitate, on inspection of what remained, in attributing it to Rubens?

Would not the good and bad qualities of the master be apparent in every

part?

As the opposite extreme to the slapdash Rubens, take the careful Gerard

Dow, and observe how the delicate and minute finish of the heads is

carried out into every detail of his pictures. If we examine any genuine

work of Rembrandt or of David Teniers, we shall always find the same

homogeneous qualities. The heads may (as is often the case in Rembrandt)

be more carefully painted than the unimportant parts of the picture; or

contrariwise, as in David Teniers, we may sometimes find a stoneware

flagon more elaborated than the hand of the boor who is holding it, but

we recognize everywhere the touch of the master.

I know of no example amongst the old masters where the kind of disparity

in style which I am deprecating is observable.

In certain modern pictures, however, this homogeneous quality in

painting is sadly wanting. In the so-called Spanish school (by which I

mean the school of Fortuny), the background, draperies, and accessories

are painted with a crisp dexterity which is quite marvellous, whilst the

heads are labored like colored photographs.

The contrast is sometimes so great that it is difficult to believe that

the picture is not the work of two artists. This fault has become

apparent in certain pictures of the Austrian school; but the contagion

does not appear to have extended to us, at least not to our

oil-painters.

I have, however, noticed a tendency amongst a few of our water-color

figure-painters toward this singular modern peculiarity.

The difficulties of giving color, form, and expression to a head, and at

the same time preserving a free style of painting, are no doubt much

greater in water-color than in oil, but I think it so desirable that a

work should be homogeneous that I would sacrifice a good deal in the way

of finish and even of expression in the faces, to obtain that quality.

If a man has great versatility with his brush and wishes to display it,

let him paint one picture in the style of Holbein or Memling, and

another in the style of Velasquez, but he should not in the same picture

(and _à fortiori_ in the same figure) attempt to unite two dissimilar

styles of painting.

One of the principal difficulties young artists have to encounter in

finishing a figure-picture is the management of their drapery.

If they are painstaking and make an intelligent use of their models they

will succeed with their heads, hands, and all their flesh-painting; or

if they do not succeed, the way to success is so obvious that I need say

but little about it.

I assume that our young artist has gone through a course of study, and

is able to paint a nude figure or a head from nature tolerably

correctly. His difficulty will be, not in copying his models, but in

making use of them without copying them.

He should form an ideal in his mind of the personage he means to

represent, and take care to select either from professional models or

from his friends those who approach nearest to this ideal. He will

probably have to make use of casts. The small heads of the warriors on

the Trajan Column are admirable in character and very suggestive. Casts

from the mediæval heads of Pisano, Donatello, and Luca della Robbia are

also very useful.

All these and other means toward his end will suggest themselves to him,

but his course is not so clear when he comes to tackle his draperies.

Every student must be aware that draperies adjusted on the lay figure

and carefully copied, have always an unnatural and trivial look about

them. The form underneath, if expressed at all, is the form of the lay

figure, and not that of nature. It will not do therefore in a picture to

adjust the drapery on a lay figure and copy the result.

This _may_ be done with advantage for those folds which hang altogether

independent of the figure, but for all those which are in the slightest

degree connected with the form underneath, some other method must be

adopted.

No doubt the best method of all (were it possible) would be to dress up

the living model and paint direct on to the picture, but this is seldom

practicable.

Long before the artist has had time to study the folds, the model moves,

and all has to be done over again.

If an artist has great experience with drapery, and the attitude is a

very easy one, he may make a charcoal study which will serve him for the

picture without having subsequently to readjust his drapery on the lay

figure, but no young hand would be able to do this in a satisfactory

way. He must go more systematically to work. He must first get a

characteristic study of the nude figure. I mean such a study as the old

masters used to make, giving the exact attitude and the form of the

salient parts. He must then make a replica in charcoal of this study and

adjust the drapery on his living model. On this replica he will now, as

far as he can, reproduce the arrangement of the folds he has before him.

There are plenty of studies by Raffaelle and the old masters which

explain better than words can, the process I am trying to describe.

He has now two working drawings to guide him, viz., his original nude

study, and the study from the draped model. Having thus as it were laid

his foundations, he may drape his lay figure and paint direct from it on

to his picture, taking care (as he proceeds) to correct the form from

his preliminary studies. He will thus be doing sound, honest work, and,

even if dissatisfied with his finished drapery, he has always his

studies to fall back upon.

Some artists, especially French and Italians, make a great use of

photography, and, if kept within bounds, I see no objection whatever to

the practice. It would hardly be legitimate art to dress up and pose a

number of models and have them photographed with the intention of

transferring the group to canvas, but it is perfectly allowable to call

in the aid of photography for draperies or costumes, where, from the

action of the figures, it would be impracticable to draw the folds from

nature.

All portrait-painters know that it is not easy to get ladies and

gentlemen to sit for their clothes, and it is far better to get help

from a good photograph than from a model or a lay figure whom the

clothes do not fit. I have no doubt that if photography had been known

in the time of Raffaelle he would have largely availed himself of it. He

often copied whole figures from his predecessors, and this is certainly

more reprehensible.

I now approach the vexed question as to how far the draperies,

background, and accessory parts of a picture should be finished without

detracting from the heads.

Most of you will doubtless recollect the passage in Sir Joshua’s

discourses where, speaking of drapery, he says: “It is the inferior

style that marks the variety of stuffs. With the historical painter the

clothing is neither woollen, nor linen, nor silk, nor satin nor velvet:

it is drapery, nothing more.”

I would fain believe that Sir Joshua meant to say that it was beneath

the dignity of high art to trouble itself with surface texture, in which

case I should certainly agree with him; but I am afraid this is hardly

what he _did_ mean. However that may be, it is certainly not the

inferior style which by intelligent arrangement and careful study of the

folds expresses the nature and quality of the various stuffs. How is it

possible (using Sir Joshua’s own words) to “dispose the drapery with the

nicest judgment, and to copy it carefully,” without clearly expressing

the material out of which it is made?

Satin and velvet are very seldom wanted in pictures of subjects taken

from the Bible, ancient history, or mythology. The figures should be

clothed in woollen or linen stuffs, and without descending to minute

imitation of texture, the nature of these garments should be clearly

expressed.

If in Raffaelle’s frescoes, and in the works of the Roman school

generally, we are in doubt as to whether the draperies are meant for

wool, linen, or silk, it is because their folds were _not_ “studied

with the greatest care,” and often _not_ “disposed with the nicest

judgment.” In many of Raffaelle’s works, and particularly in those of

Giulio Romano, we feel that the draperies are wholly imaginary, and

hence the vague uncertainty as to the material.

This uncertainty, instead of being a quality to be imitated, appears to

me as a blemish to be avoided.

In the highest style of landscape-painting, again, although it would

doubtless be absurd for the artist to elaborate his foliage leaf by

leaf, yet there would be nothing beneath the dignity of his art in

faithfully giving the general characteristics of the oak, the beech, the

ash, the bay, and the olive, so that each species should be distinctly

recognized in the picture.

I am quite aware that in many classical landscapes by Poussin and the

old masters, it is difficult to specify the kind of trees they contain,

but the botanical uncertainty in which we are left, instead of enhancing

the merit of the work, rather lessens it.

I remember going through an Italian gallery with a mixed company, and

coming upon a magnificent Titianesque landscape.

This arrested the attention of all the party, and was greatly admired,

until some botanical Philistine asked what kind of trees the artist had

meant to represent. We none of us could tell; I thought they were

evergreen oaks, another said they were elms, a third apple-trees, and so

on; but we were all in doubt.

“Well,” says the questioner, “it cannot be much of a picture if the

trees are done so badly that no one can tell what they are.”

Our Philistine was no doubt wrong, but, at the same time, the work would

have been all the better, and would have lost none of its imposing

grandeur if the specific characters of the trees had been given with

greater care.

I am glad to note that almost all modern landscape-painters are fully

alive to the fact that a tree is not merely a tree, but a particular

species of tree, and that the species can be thoroughly indicated

without in any way lessening the grand character of the work.

To return to draperies and costumes.

The artists of the Byzantine and Romanesque periods used to paint their

heads of a conventional and very ugly type, without any attempt at

individuality, and bestow all their care on the draperies, nimbi, and

accessory parts, often enriching their work with real jewels.

This fashion, which was rampant in the Byzantine period, began to wane

in the fourteenth century, but lingered on almost till Leonardo da

Vinci’s time.

During what may be called the golden age of art (that is, from

Leonardo’s time down to Poussin’s) the proper balance of finish between

flesh and drapery seems to have been well observed, but in the last

century (especially in this country) the artists of the time reversed

the practice of the old Byzantine painters; that is, they painted the

heads of the sitters as well as they could, and left the dress and

accessories to be put in by their assistants.

Bad as the flesh-painting was, the treatment of the dress was still more

slovenly and inartistic. The apologists for this style of work say that

the head is everything in a portrait, and that no one cares about the

dress and background, but this was certainly not the opinion of the old

masters. To take a familiar example. Is not the head of Gavartius

greatly improved by the exquisitely-painted frill which surrounds it?

Or, again, is not the life-like flesh in Bordoni’s female portrait

rendered still more life-like by the gorgeous color and masterly

execution of the crimson dress?

Our National Gallery teems with examples of the same kind, where

judicious finish of the accessory parts assists rather than mars the

effect of the flesh-painting.

I do not wish to be understood as insisting that in all cases the dress

and background should be as much finished as the heads, but there is a

great difference between unfinished work and bad work, and it is this

difference which the advocates for neglecting accessories seem unable to

understand. I do not find fault with a certain charming unfinished

portrait group by Rubens in the Louvre, because the accessory parts are

merely indicated, but I _should_ find fault with it if they were

clumsily and inartistically painted. The kind of work I am protesting

against is that which is often noticeable in portraits of the

Gainsborough and Lawrence schools, where the shoulders and hands are

quite shapeless, and the folds of the dress utterly impossible.

It is very refreshing to me to emerge from a gallery containing pictures

of this class, and to enter one devoted to pictures of the Dutch school.

I feel as if I had reached _terra firma_ after floundering about in a

quagmire. We never find a want of intelligent and careful drawing in the

hands and dresses of portraits by Rembrandt, Van der Heist, Franz Hals,

Terburg, and all the other masters of the school.

It may be objected that I am deprecating a fault which no longer exists,

that my expressions of antipathy to a slovenly treatment of the

accessory parts of a picture are out of date, and that the commonplace,

simpering full-lengths of fifty years ago, with their impossible

shoulders and badly-drawn hands, are no longer seen in an Academy

exhibition. I am quite willing to grant this, but it does not follow

that because this pseudo-Lawrence sort of work is no longer seen on the

walls of the Academy, that therefore it is defunct.

There is a large and ever-increasing class of young artists who are

treading in the footsteps of the old masters, who grudge no time and

spare no pains in the study of their hands, costumes, and every thing

which will give finish and completeness to their work; but, on the other

hand, there are still many who, to save themselves trouble, and perhaps

misled by the present extraordinary popularity of Gainsborough, are

satisfied with the most careless and weak treatment of all accessories

in their pictures.

That these pictures are not often seen on the Academy walls is due to

the rejecting power of the Council, and not to the non-existence of

their authors.

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Having thus, I trust, given you to understand that by the word “finish”

I mean something quite different from mere smoothness or polish, I will

now give you a few hints as to how the work of finishing a picture is to

be accomplished.

It was the habit of Horace Vernet to make a very rough pen-and-ink

sketch for his elaborate battle-pieces. He would then, without further

preamble, have his models, and paint direct from them on to the blank

canvas, finishing every thing as he went on.

When the whole canvas was covered, the picture was finished.

I remember, on one occasion, he painted a most gorgeous Arab saddle,

holsters, stirrups, and all, and several weeks afterward painted the

horse which bore it.

Cocked-hats, kepis, etc., he would knock off by the dozen, and then,

when he could get his trooper models, he would paint the wearers. He was

always, in the matter of finish, putting the cart before the horse. I

don’t think that he did this intentionally, but he was of an impatient

nature, and could not bear to sit idle, waiting for his sitters.

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