Marsden Hartley’s Maine
At the Metropolitan Museum of Art
Colby College Museum of Art
The first Marsden Hartley work that resonated with me was a
preliminary charcoal drawing of Manawaska at an exhibition of
drawings from the collection at the Morgan Library in the mid to late
1980’s. At the time I was studying figure drawing with an artist in
New York and when I came face to face with the Hartley I was
overwhelmed by the strength of its execution, its force, and its
ability to use the human figure in a work of modern art. And I was
somewhat amused that the figure did not stand straight but that the
axis was tipped to one side as in the work of Cezanne. I was studying
the work of Cezanne at that time as well. I decided to become better
acquainted with Hartley’s work.
Some twenty years later I came face to face with that painting,
Manawaska, Acadian Light-Heavy at the Chicago Art Institute. (In this
exhibition plate 118,) Again I was overwhelmed. It is one of those
paintings in which the composition, the color, and the execution
create an iconic image. While many torso works crop the figure just
above the pubic area, Hartley cropped this one just below the
genitals, which are then hidden in a black posing strap. We have
simultaneously the strength and power of the figure as well as its
vulnerability and weakness. We have the modesty of the man ...he is
human. It is a very dynamic and at the same time charming painting.
At that time I was making a tour of American cities, seeing museums
that I had always wanted to see but had never seen and over the
course of three months I was happy to find in many museums some
really fine Hartley works.
In Portland , Oregon I first encountered the Maine paintings; After
the Hurricane, (Plate 83). And in Tucson three lovely Hartley’s
both from Maine and from his time in Aix en Provence.
In Kansas City, I was delighted to find at the Nelson Atkins Museum
one of his early German works, a portrait of his German officer
friend. And a few blocks down the street at the Kemperer Museum one
of his late Maine paintings. It was wonderful to see works almost
side by side in which a person who had begun his career with the
exuberance of discovering his medium could conclude it with some of
the most poetic, lyrical, paintings.
Following that trip I began to buy books, exhibition catalogs,
biographies for my Hartley studies.
It is especially in the late Maine landscape paintings that I sense a
poetic expression. I sensed a real similarity in his work to that of
Eugene O’Neill, both being poets of tremendous compassion and
feeling. In almost all of them we see a foreground cluttered with
obstacles ...rocks or logs spilled without order ...beyond that a
body of water, beyond that a line of standing trees, a forest, and
beyond that often a dark brooding mountain. It is almost a literal
statement that the way forward is strewn with obstacles, that there
are barriers, and that there is a forbidding task confronting a
formidable object. However, in all of them there is in one corner or
the other a square or rectangle or a wavy line across the top of
light blue. That light blue seems to promise air, destination and
escape.
From the biographies we know that Hartley had a deep longing for
spiritual peace. He had been exposed to Christianity as a child but
was not believed to be overly religious. In the paintings the longing
is always present but it is never fulfilled. In many of his
figurative works the individual is always alone, or separate from the
others, or, if a group or a family, alone as a social unit. There are
no Bruegel village dances in Hartley’s world, no Kermis at Hoboken.
I question whether this was a search for a spiritual life, a search
for meaning...purpose, or whether he acknowledged that it was only a
universal longing for same, or an ignorance of the longing as seen in
some of his men on the beach preoccupied as they are with earthly
things if not just themselves. In his Mellon Lectures Phillip Golding
reviews the work of six modern artists and tells us about their
religious antecedents and how they followed what he called The Paths
to The Absolute. I thought most of us recognized that the only
absolute is that there is no absolute. Camus has informed us that we
have evolved in an absurd universe. There is no reason for it to be
here: there is no reason for us to be here. It does not care if we
are here. It was here long before our arrival and it will continue
being what it is long after our departure. From others we know that
eventually the sun ill exhaust its fuel and burn out and that when it
does it will flare out and incinerate the entire solar system. There
will be no evidence that we were ever here at all. The universe still
will not care. Camus further informs us that suicide is not the
answer ...living is the answer, our task being to find, as William
James would have it: what makes a life significant.
Looking at these landscapes I see and feel this. And in company with
his Maine men I understand that we are indeed alone. But however
alone we have the very slightest experience of fellowship ...we stand
on the promontory together. And we sense this through art. Art is a
call to community. It is there that we feel the other. Suzanne
Langer wrote that in every society man has left evidence of a need
for symbolic experience and that desire has manifest itself through
magic and ritual, religion and art. We seek symbolic experience not
spiritual attainment and it seems to me that is what Hartley has
wrought. I think it has been the understanding of that call to
community that led the truly great modern artists to continue to work
in representational styles, abstraction being a call to only the art
world initiates.
I see this in the figurative drawings much more so than their being
merely a display of homo eroticism on the beach. Granted they are
erotic, but they are more than either of these things as well: the
catalog notes the pink shirt worn by the standing figure in Plate 87,
Lobster Fishermen, suggesting that it is an example of homosexual
coding. (Actually it is a red shirt with white (pink) highlighting.)
But it fails to note that two of the other men are in shirts that are
the red of raw meat, that the flesh of all the men looks as if it had
just had blood rinsed from it; they have the stained hands of hunters
and fishermen after they have dressed their kill. The whole of the
painted group exudes rawness, blood, manual labor ...earth bound
creatures ganged together against the sea and the sky. Separate from
it. In Hartley I believe the sky is always important. I believe it is
a personal symbol. It occurs from his first works to his last.
Surprisingly, however, when he lets the blue dominate, as in The
Church at Head Tide, Plate 149 or Birds of the Bagaduce, Plate 57, we
can see very clearly that blue, as a subject, is not his color: he is
a master of the earth tones: he is an artist not of the light but of
the shadows.
Hartley’s career was off to a good start with the early neo
impressionist painting he made of the Maine mountains, his modernist
German Officer painting made in Munich, and some really good cubist
work he did the summer of 1916 in Provincetown. But he fell into a
mid career slump. Not much of his work of the middle period
interested the public. Many in the art world thought that he had
exhausted his stay. The late career Maine paintings revived interest
in his work but it was the figurative paintings shown in New York in
1940 where the public and the art world acknowledged that at last he
had arrived. There is a wonderful selection of those figurative works
here. I am sorry however that they did not include the paintings that
he made in Nova Scotia. Of his eight final years in Maine two of them
were spent in Nova Scotia and include the beautiful Mason family
series. (Years prior to this exhibition here had been another small
exhibition: Marsden Hartley and Nova Scotia.)
Oddly I don’t feel, as I would in the work of Winslow Homer, that
Hartley’s seascapes continue this philosophical/poetic strain. To
me they read rather as his attempt to align himself on the side of
history as a latter day modernist Winslow Homer. They are good
paintings. They are in your face and the impasto very visceral, a
quality that is missing in Homer, where the brush work is invisible
and the subtext is completely dominant: they are a picture of
something.
In fact in all of the Maine paintings I believe Hartley was
attempting to place himself on the time line of western painting by
consciously creating museum painting. He had always had as his
foremost influence the life and work of Cezanne and much of Cezanne’s
late work was exactly this effort to create “museum” paintings.
That explains the late portraits, The Card Players, and the
bathers...tho monumental nudes.
How the Cezanne influence, that for so long seemed to threaten his
career, paid off can be seen in the Mount Katahdin series. These too
are among the best of his work, and although inspired by Cezanne’s
Mont Sant Victoire series, they are all Hartley. I first came upon
them in the National Gallery. I was not surprised that it was in the
West Building, with the old masters, rather than in the East ...the
Moderns.
One curious group of paintings here is Hartley’s sea side objects:
shell, rocks, ropes, and ...the lobster. I have seen the lobster at
the Smithsonian in the Luce Conservation Center hanging on a wall
with a great many other paintings. It looked small and insignificant.
Here, where it has been given prominence, it assumes a greater
validity. But it is red, the color of a cooked lobster and not the
earthy tones of a lobster who lives, camouflaged, on the ocean floor.
What are we to make of this? Was he hungry? Was he penniless and
fantasizing about food ...food so near yet so far away?
And next to it the Black Duck No. 2. Plate 53. When I first saw it I
was struck by its similarity to Sargent’s “Madam X.” And as I
stood looking at it two very elderly ladies crossed in front of me,
leaned in to see it more closely and then stepped back with one
commenting dismissively: “Huh! Madam X.” (Madam X has been in the
collection of The Met since 1909. Surely he would have seen it
there.) Whereas Madam looks to her left the bird looks to its right.
But they are otherwise almost identical in composition, color and
mood. And what are we to make of this! I began to wonder if it might
not be a satirical comment on Sargent’s work. I have always felt
that Sargent is famous beyond his achievement. He lived in the time
of Manet, Renoir, Cezanne, Matisse, Picasso, et al, and yet he was
the master of the academic tradition being in great demand as a
society portrait artist. One should not hesitate to call him
decadent. A confirmed modernist I can well image how horrified
Hartley might have been by his work. And as Sargent’s work is so
well represented in Boston, at the Museum of Fine Art, The Isabella
Gardner Museum, and the murals in the Boston Public library Hartley
would have had more than enough examples on how never to paint ...or
to live one’s life.
But what do we make of this? Is it satirical? Was it meant to elicit
a laugh? Did Hartley in fact have a sense of humor that we might not
be reading in the others of his work? Is it camp? Or, if we are
unfamiliar with Sargent’s work, was it intended to be the somber
work that it can also be? Is it another modernist reworking of an
American genre; a Peto or Harnett still life with dead fish and
fowls?
What I miss in the exhibition is an example of Hartley’s flower
paintings. He painted many of them, as well as garden tools. The last
painting on his easel when he died was a bouquet of roses. Here it is
all land and sea and men of the sea.
Since becoming familiar with Hartley’s work I have been perplexed
as to why he is not more well known than he is. He is the Harry
Callahan of modern art.
In a 1969 article devoted to Hartley and his work Hilton Kramer
wrote: “The career of Marsden Hartley is one of the most
interesting in the history of modern painting in America, but the
very reasons that make it interesting have also made it difficult at
times to keep his accomplishments clearly in focus.” He was
referring to the shows that, like this one, focused on one aspect of
his career. Elizabeth Mankin Kornhauser in the catalog preface to a
1980 Hartley exhibit that toured several American museums continued:
“The smaller, focused shows made an important contribution on a
single segment of Hartley’s oeuvre and helped to keep the
accomplishments in focus. But they prevented the public from
understanding the breadth and depth of Hartley's career as a whole”.
Obviously the exhibitions that have kept his name before the public
and the art world makers and shakers have failed to create for him an
iconic stature. And that was no doubt because of his working in a
number of styles which resulted in his not having created an iconic
personal style that summons his name. My personal choice is to see
the work of an artist who has grown and broadened his achievement by
working across a broad spectum of styles as Hartley did (and as
Mondrian did), or in allowing his chosen style to expand and deepen
though experience (as in Cezanne.).
Perhaps it is because the Hartley exhibits have played in the smaller
and more regional museums, not in the homes of the blockbuster big
leaguers that he has been made to seem “less important” and
therefore negligible when he is known. This wonderful exhibition at
the Met could have remedied the problem. Unfortunately, there were
not twenty people in the galleries when I was there. And I went
through the show, went out for coffee and went through it a second
time. I had the elevators to myself. I had the galleries to myself.
(Which is how I prefer it.) Friends who have seen this have told me
that there were few others there as well. I have a strong sense that
the Met has failed to promote their exhibition sufficiently as to
make of this a defining moment in Hartley’s career. Had it played
at The Met Fifth Avenue with a large banner out front wafting in the
breeze, would it have drawn a larger audience?
Perhaps it was the representatives, the gallery owners, who failed to
promote their artists into prominence. For twenty five years
Hartley’s work was seen at the Stieglitz galleries. He was one of
the Stieglitz six: the others being Stieglitz himself, Georgia
O’Keefe (Mrs. Stieglitz), John Marin, Arthur Dove, and Paul Strand.
And in this case Stieglitz might have been the problem. He was
vehemently opposed to the materialism and the crass commercialism of
the American culture.
Alfred Stieglitz could be a very difficult person. When visitors to
his 291 Gallery would inquire about the price of an art work he would
often inform them that it was not a gallery but a museum and that the
works were not for sale.
There was always a floating seventh in the Stieglitz circle and quite
often that floating seventh was Charles Demuth. One contemporary art
historian has suggested that Stieglitz denied him a permanent place
because Demuth was overtly homosexual. It was suggested that Alfred
might have found this personally unappealing or that he wished to
minimize his public association with that artist. Whatever the reason
he did show and sell the work.
Marsden Hartley was also overtly homosexual. (I believe though that
however obvious he might have been he was not “out” in the
present sense.) And he too was treated differently from the others.
In his case Stieglitz showed Hartley’s work, he promoted him, he
offered him guidance and shepherded his development. But he made
little effort to sell his work.
Hartley grew up working class poor in Maine and for a short time in
Cleveland. He lived poor almost all of his adult life. he lived from
hand to mouth prior to the first meeting with Stieglitz n 1909 and on
until they dissolved their agreement around 1935. When he absolutely
needed money to eat, to buy materials or to travel, Stieglitz would
somehow come up with the cash. This relationship has the character of
a mutual dependency: one depends on the other for succor, the other
for confirmation of his role as savior. And so perhaps Stieglitz’s
different treatments of Demuth and Hartley were just two more of his
many games, as well as another indication of his pleasure in being
difficult. But there is also the suggestion in both cases, if
sexuality was an issue, that the artists were being punished...a
darker interpretation that is best left to others to analyze.
In any event Stieglitz was not a D.H. Kahnweiler who took a chance on
Picasso’s and Braque’s explorations that resulted in cubism...and
through careful exploitation made them and himself famous...and rich.
Nor was he a Leo Castelli who took a handful of artists in the
1960’s and ballyhooed them into prominent collections and museums.
In Castelli’s era the high cost of the art work he sold validated
the artist’s talent. Stieglitz would have been horrified.
But however extreme his circumstances Hartley never considered doing
anything other than painting. It would seem that he had a sound
understanding of his talent and that he had an absolute confidence in
his eventual success. It is fortunate that other artists recognized
his talent and commitment and welcomed him into the art circles he
sought out wherever he traveled ...and into the social sets
surrounding them as well. (The number of contemporary artists Hartley
knew personally during his lifetime is remarkable.) While he was a
“loner” he was never an outsider. (And I would think that he was
a loner in the same sense that Cezanne was a loner.) And it is
significant that in the archival material on Hartley’s social
interactions with his friends and fellow artists there is little if
any suggestion that he was a hanger on, a beggar, or a whining
malcontent. (He was noted, however, for being cheap. This is often
the case when one has no money.) He wanted to paint, to paint well.
He studied, he worked hard, and despite the difficulties he
painted...very, very well. His friendships apparently stimulated and
sustained him.
The earliest work in this exhibition (1907) Shady Brook, Plate22, is
a landscape which he gave to the Lewiston Public Library. Unlike
works created by amateurs in art classes in small American
towns...where the painting is simply “a picture” of something and
the colors timidly brushed on with no awareness of the history or the
tradition or the craft of fine art painting, Hartley’s work makes
use of a motif in order to make a painting, a painting which shows an
academic training, a growing mastery of the craft of painting, an
understanding of color theory, a mastery of balancing tonal values,
and with the daring and the ability to express his deeply felt
feelings for the human experience. Hartley had a fine analytical
vision and was by aptitude and temperament a natural painter. He
painted this at the age of thirty. He had been studying painting in
Lewiston, Cleveland, Boston, and New York, for ten years, After
showing his early work to Stieglitz he was immediately accepted into
his circle.
The 291 Gallery began as a pictorialist photography gallery but as
time went on Stieglitz became aware of the new modern art being
created in Europe, and he began to encourage artists to create an
American art. It can be assumed that Emerson’s The American
Scholar was an influence for him as it had been for Hartley. (His
later gallery was named An American Place.) Once the Stieglitz six
were established it would be seen that there was a common thread in
their work: it was representational, figurative (in the way that
Picasso and Matisse were representational), the color was local
color, there was an awareness of European Modernism in that it had a
sense of abstracting the essence of the motif without being too
abstract (ambiguous or arbitrary). And it had American subjects
...persons, places, and things.
Despite the inspiration from Emerson, despite the ambitions of Mr.
Stieglitz, and despite his own focus on a specific place, in this
instance Maine, Hartley’s paintings are not just about making an
American art: they are a concerted attempt from first to last to
create a place for himself in the cannon of Western Art, to be a
museum painter. His Maine is the Provence of Cezanne. (Hartley spent
two years in Provence, 1925-1926, repainting many of Cezanne's
motifs. It was that series of paintings that lead to his break with
Stieglitz.) He was no less solitary than Cezanne and he was as well
no less ambitious to achieve the highest goals. During his lifetime
Hartley explored Nineteenth century French landscape, Connecticut
Impressionism, and German modernism. He explored American folk art
and seems almost to have modeled his itinerant lifestyle on the early
American sign painters who were often called upon in their travels to
do portraits and family groups. From his Paris visit in 1914 his
strongest and most lasting influence was Cezanne. He also, like
almost every other early twentieth century painter explored cubism.
Intellectually and technically he firmly positioned himself in the
cannon of modern art. But the personal style he evolved in the Maine
paintings came about because he reverted to another very early
influence: Albert Pinkham Ryder.
Alfred Stieglitz died in 1946. Just a few years later abstract
expressionism was launched on its turn around the art world circus
and the Stieglitz six, and the various sevens, seemed to fall into
disfavor. Following the expressionists came the pop artists and the
art world circus around them. The good, strong, solid painting of the
Stieglitz circle faded to a lesser position, eclipsed, as they say,
by history. As an artist of representational and figurative work,
Hartley was passe. Now that the mid century art world smoke has
lifted and the mirrors obscured with the grime of time, perhaps there
will be a renaissance of these works still worthy of our attention.
And of course there is the man himself who might be the cause of his
repute.
The fact that Hartley was an art world effete, an effeminate, rather
foppish dandy, a sissy, (judging from the photographs) probably
limited the interest that the general public might have had, if they
had known anything about him at all. But it would be enough in these
United States for a public to dislike someone about whom they had
only “heard something”.
Before and between two world wars he was known as a very pro German
enthusiast. His first trip to Europe was to Germany, just as the
young Picasso had hoped to make but did not because he could only
afford to go as far as Paris. Seeing sophisticated Europe for the
first time in 1911, this poorly educated country boy from Maine was
bedazzled by the pomp and ceremony of militaristic Germany. Going
back in the early 1930, he marveled at their recovery and thought
that much of the credit should go to Hitler. And he went so far as to
state that he thought the Jewish solution, the ghettos, was probably
for the best. All of this I believe speaks to his political naivete:
in none of his other letters or notes does he make any mention of
politics or government at all. As a friend of Leo and Gertrude Stein,
and a frequent guest in their Rue de Fleuris apartment, I think they
might have shown him the door had they suspected him of being an anti
Semite.
From what I can make out in the biographies Hartley was naive, an
innocent, and if his career did not soar to great heights as per his
wishes, I suspect he hadn’t a clue about how to make it do so.
Knowing “someone”, important people, is about as much as he
understood. And if he was indeed “co-dependent” on Stieglitz, you
can see he would not have gone too far.
It is always an effort well rewarded to see an exhibition of
Hartley’s work, whether a career retrospective or a focused part.
He is the great lyric poet of American painting and, quite simply the
greatest American painter of the twentieth century. Yes, Pollack made
a breakthrough with his drip paintings. But after having made a few
for collectors and museums, he had nowhere else to go. Except for
three paintings his earlier work is not all that interesting. His is
the interesting career. He is historically important but he is not
great. Hartley will outlive him. Perhaps it is the evidence of these
various styles that make Hartley’s work confusing to the general
public: they simply can’t get a handle on it without investing a
lot of time and study, Unfortunately American audiences are not
likely to do that.
I was sorry that this exhibition was placed at the Met Breuer. While
it has a lovely sculptural presence on the exterior the interior is
hostile, dark, and unpleasant. It feels like nothing so much as one
of those dreary discount department stores that popped up on Fifth
Avenue in the sixties. I am all in favor of museums decentralizing. I
see no reason for everything having to be under one roof, or for
unused space being converted to galleries. With so many expansions
the Met Fifth Avenue is now nothing but a series of corridors
creating distraction and confusion in what are still called
galleries.
And of course wherever it is it should all be free to the public both
domestic and foreign. The museum was intended as a gift to the
people, gift meaning free to the public. It was a token of gratitude
from the robber barons who profited greatly from government largess,
corporate welfare. Now the Met itself has become the face of
corporate greed and demands that we pay and pay and keep on paying.
Enough I say. You are handsomely funded. Tighten your belt. Learn to
live within your means.
Hartley’s Materials.
American museums are often described as teaching institutions and I
have become very appreciative of the inclusion in exhibition catalogs
chapters on the artist and his materials. The chapter in this catalog
is very good indeed. But rather than telling us why Hartley used the
materials he did there is too much respectful suggestion that it
might have been for this or that reasons.
Although Picasso often painted on what has been described as
“cardboard” ...as well as paper napkins ...most paintings are
described as “oil on canvas”. In the catalog Marsden Hartley’s
work is stated as being oil on canvas, academy board, or hardboard,
meaning masonite. It does not specify if the canvas was linen, or if
that is implied in art world parlance, or if it was cotton. Art
supply catalogs offer a wide range and variety of cotton canvas. They
offer linen as well. Cotton, despite its ability to expand and shrink
with the changing humidity, and thereby cause crackling, seems to be
the norm. At least in mail order/internet purchases. It also has a
tendency to rot from the back unless treated with formaldihyde. Linen
is the professionally preferred material and in the last works of
Picasso where he left so much unpainted surface the character of the
beautifully primed but unpainted linen adds an elegance to the whole.
Hartlety was familiar with linen from his time in Europe and is on
record as thinking the American equivalent was greatly inferior.
Let’s hope that in the future curators will make the distinction.
It was and still is possible to buy canvas by the yard as well as the
stretchers necessary to make the support. The artist either takes the
time to stretch and prime the material or he has studio assistants
who do that for him. Although it takes time away from painting it is
not difficult to stretch, size and prime a canvas. I learned to to it
well when I was just eighteen. Somewhat trained in the academic
tradition I suspect Hartley also knew how to do it. (For our better
understanding of his choices he curator’s should have told us what
was the practice of the other Maine or Provincetown painters.) It is
also possible at more professional shops to have a specific fabric
stretched and primed and delivered to the studio.
If Hartley was concerned about convenience I would think that he was
best served by traveling with a roll of canvas and a bundle of
stretchers. Once at his destination he could devote a few hours of a
few days to getting things ready for his work. If he did not stretch
his own canvas and if he did not want to train the locals to do it
for him he could use the ready mades. One advantage of canvas is that
once the painting is dry it can be removed from the stretchers and
rolled up and shipped to a dealer or a friend. Van Gogh did this
while in Arles. Picasso’s Guernica has been shipped rolled so many
times I have read that the surface has been seriously damaged.
As I understand it from various catalogs, Hartley sent the Maine
paintings to the Hudson Walker Gallery in New York. A rolled canvas
would have been much easier to ship than the other two materials.
Although Hartley designed and had frames made for him and shipped up
from New York, for an increased percentage the Gallery also ordered
and paid for the framing.
I think one means to determine his preference would be to compare the
paintings made in Europe with those made here: i.e. was there a
consistent use of linen in Europe, were there any academy board
painting made there, etc. (As far as I know ‘yes’ on both
counts.) Did he ship all of those paintings home flat or rolled?
A latter day version of Academy Board is still available through Dick
Blick Art Supplies, but it is not that cheap. In fact it is a little
more than a stretched cotton canvass of the same size. And it now
comes in various materials and weights including Linen. Academy board
was made for student work available through catalogs for schools but
was also available in many small American towns where the local paint
store often had a small department of artists supplies. All of them
rather cheap. As recently as 1985 art supplies were still sold at the
Benjamin Moore Paint Store in Scranton Pennsylvania, since gone out
of business. Hartley’s paintings on academy board appear to have
held up well. The first two surviving paintings I ever made, in the
1950’s, were on academy board and still look much as they did when
I made them.
I can also see in my work that they were not varnished which was a
finish I did not learn about until some years after I had begun
painting. Varnish gives a painting that glistening, wet-look, rich
oleo- resinous character that was one of the reasons I fell in love
with painting. However when Picasso and Braque made their
explorations in what became known as cubism, they decided not to
varnish. And if you see a varnished analytical cubist work you can
see that it makes the work look airless, hermetically sealed and
lifeless. The same occurs when a painting is glazed: under glass.
Thus the decision to varnish is up to the artist according to the
character of the individual work. Hartley was in Paris after 1914, he
knew the Steins, likely Picasso, and so he would have seen this
unvarnished work ...perhaps as the authority in residence Leo Stein
might have pointed it out to him.
Hartley’s Maine paintings appear not to be varnished ...he was
after that primitive untrained quality ...although the catalog points
out that he did varnish in places ...perhaps certain colors: black
and raw umber have a tendency to “sink in”. The varnish would
keep them in their place and on the surface with the other colors.
Academy board would have been easier to transport on his endless
travels than masonite. One catalog states that he used quarter inch
masonite. That can be rather heavy. I had a four by eight foot sheet
cut into 12 by 18 inch rectangles and it was all I could do to pick
up the box in which they were delivered to me; I would not want to
travel with a suitcase full of it.
In his book The Artist and His Materials Ralph Mayer lists masonite
as an acceptable painting ground. It would likely be available in any
town with a lumber yard. He warns that in sizes over 18 by 24 inches
it needs to be cradled: supports glued to the back to prevent
buckling and warping. Masonite with do that if it gets wet or is in a
too damp environment. (As will academy board.) He also suggests that
it has to be primed with gesso four or five times with a thorough
sanding between coats until a flawless white finish is achieved, just
as one would do when painting a decorative finish on furniture.
Masonite, made of wood pulp, is very acid and without the priming
there is the possibility that the ground will destroy the painted
finish. Its color will also bleed onto neighboring surfaces if it is
not primed and if it gets wet.
Marsden Hartley primed his masonite panels with shellac according to
the catalog. I suppose that is okay. The paintings are almost one
hundred years old and appear to be still holding up,. By using
shellac he was able to use the warm brown color of the material as an
under paint, a tinted ground, a technique he had been using since his
earliest works made in Cleveland. And he was also able to use less
paint ...paints are very expensive. Because the masonite surface is
so smooth it lacks the necessary tooth of the canvas or academy board
for his usual thick application of paint. In fact in all of the works
done on those two surfaces he has lost the texture of the ground
completely. On masonite his paints are thinly applied, perhaps much
diluted with turpentine, and brushed out it would seem with sable
brushes. Some of those paintings have the character of a shimmering
mirage.
The catalog also states that bristles from his cheap brushes can be
found in the finished work on canvas and academy board.. Hartley did
a lot of scrumbling as a last touch on many of the Maine paintings.
You need a cheap brush for that: a good brush will hold its shape
through thick or thin and they are almost impossible to use for
scrumbling ...a cheap brush does the job best. As an unreliable
marking device it gives you a spontaneous design-by-accident finish.
When I was being trained as a set designer the instructor insisted
that we always use the best materials for our renderings and
presentations. He reasoned that having spent the money we would
bestir ourselves to do our best work. Likely Hartley heard this as
well. In these Maine paintings however he seems not to have used the
best material for a specific reason: he wanted that hand made
primitive, folk art finish. It emphasized that he was an “outsider”
artist, a la his mentor Ryder. And at this late stage in his life, he
was no longer poor. The Hudson Walker and the Macbeth Galleries sold
his paintings well. At his death he had a bank account with fifteen
thousand dollars in it. As it regards his choice of materials; with
his training, his experience, his friends, and having the means, I
suspect he knew what he was doing. He made what he considered the
right choices for the work at hand.
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