Flower Paintings - The Eternal Appeal Of Flowers As A Subject.

What Is The Appeal Of Flower Paintings? 

Many artists of the past have turned to flowers as a subject for their paintings. What's the appeal? It's an automatic choice; colourful, beautiful, transient, flowers call out to be celebrated and immortalized on canvas. Their colours and shapes offer a seductive challenge to any artist, and the end result is often beautiful. In addition, they provide a respite from more challenging subjects. As Renoir said, 'I just let my mind rest when I paint flowers,' and it's not hard to see his point. The beauty is already built into the subject, and blatantly obvious; all the artist has to do is copy what they see onto canvas.

Dutch Still Life Painters - The Golden Age. 
For calm and studied images of flowers, go back to the Dutch still life painters of the 17th century. Technically accomplished and precise, these paintings reflect the apprenticeship education of the artists, in which they'd be taught everything about painting as a craft, from grinding their own pigments to applying gold leaf to picture frames. The still life, and its sub-genre, the flower painting, was an opportunity for these artists to display their skill in rendering different surfaces and textures, and the play of light across them. Ambrosius Bosschaert, who lived from 1573 to 1621, was one of the first flower painters. His three sons continued the tradition, at a time when the Dutch national obsession with exotic flowers was at its height, and contributed to their success. The detailed realism and symbolism in their paintings appealed to their bourgeois patrons, who had replaced Church and State as the principal collectors of art in the Netherlands. 
Still Life of Flowers in a Drinking Glass
Still Life of Flowers in a Drinking Glass by Ambrosius Bosschaert the Elder.

 Vanitas paintings were popular at this time, in which sumptuous arrangements of objects associated with life's pleasures shared the picture with symbolic reminders of its impermanence. An hourglass, a burning candle, the turned pages of a book, or even a skull, would serve as a sharp reminder of the transience of life. The fruits and flowers the artists painted might be shown on the cusp of decay to make the point. 

The techniques of Dutch flower painting were compiled and published by Gerard de Lairesse in 1707, in a treatise called Groot Schilderboek. This contained advice on colour and brushwork, harmony, composition, perspective, the preparation of specimens, and everything else concerned with the painting of flowers. 

The French Impressionists. 

The French Impressionists of the nineteenth century often turned to flowers in their paintings, perhaps because they offered a subject that was sympathetic to their use of colour and methods of painting. Monet famously spent his last years painting his flower garden in Giverny, but long before that turned his attention on occasion to vases of iris and sunflowers. Water Lilies, 1916
Water Lilies by Monet

 
Renoir had a particular love for painting full blooming, luxurious flowers. His flower paintings have a similar, lush feeling to his beautiful female nudes. 

Henri Fantin-Latour was a close associate of the Impressionists, and a friend of Whistler and Manet, though his own style remained relatively restrained and academic in comparison. Whistler helped him achieve success in England, where his still life and flower pieces sold well, through his London agents, Mr and Mrs Edwin Edwards. From 1880, he and his wife, flower painter Victoria Dubourg, spent the spring and summer in Normandy, where they grew flowers. After breakfast, Fantin-Latour would walk through his garden, picking flowers to create the arrangements he would paint. 

Van Gogh created two series of paintings of sunflowers, which became some of the most widely known images in Western art. He painted the first in Paris in 1887, and the second in Arles in 1888. The Paris series features sunflowers laid on the floor, while those in the Arles series are presented in a vase. To Van Gogh's chagrin, Gaugin claimed one of the paintings in exchange for studies he had left behind, a decision with which Van Gogh was not at all happy. On a sad note, while Van Gogh painted his sunflowers in vibrant yellows, made possible by the recent invention of new pigments such as Chrome Yellow, today his sunflowers are turning brown. This is due to the addition of white pigments he used to brighten the yellows, and to sunlight. This oxidizes the oil in the paint, which releases electrons that are taken up by the pigment, lead chromate, which then turns green. The green paint and the oxidized oil look brown. This is according to conservationists who've been studying the problem and resorted to testing some old samples of the lead chromate Van Gogh used. If you're really that interested, check out the paper, here. 

Modern And Contemporary Flower Painters. 

Georgia O'Keeffe is perhaps the most well known painter of flowers of recent times. She transformed the genre by focusing intently on single blooms, allowing them to fill large canvases with their rich colour. Their close-cropped edges push her flowers right to the surface of the canvas, where their blazing colours form an almost abstract composition. Abstraction White Rose, 1927
Abstraction White Rose by Georgia O'Keeffe.

 
Alongside the fine art tradition of flowers as a subject runs the tradition of botanical illustration, which grew with the development of the scientific study of nature. A modern example of this is the illustrator Anna Knights, whose contemporary botanical illustrations are exhibited every year at the Chelsea Flower Show. Her highly detailed, realistic paintings, executed in watercolour, show her simple subjects - flowers, fruit - in their best light. 

Flower Paintings - Conclusion. 

Whether you're a painter yourself, or someone who just loves to see images of flowers, there are places of interest online. I'm rather taken with the work of Susan Entwistle, for example, whose deceptively naive paintings have a calm and restful feel to them. 

Qualia, And Other Painterly Concerns.

So I'm standing at the bus stop outside the hospital on my way home tonight, looking at things. After eavesdropping, it's my favourite occupation. 

I end up looking across the busy road at an unremarkable stretch of greenery - except, given that it was a November evening, foggy and dark, it could properly be called blackery - lit in part by a streetlamp. Utterly beautiful. A feathery mass of foliage in orange-greys where the streetlight caught, and the unlit foliage masses dark blue grey against a steel grey sky lit faint orange by distant sodium lighting.

'How would you paint that?' I wondered. Which is what I do after I've spent a while looking at things. I try to work out a way to paint them. Mostly I start by working out how I'd mix the colours I see, then go on to work out how I'd apply them - working out my painterly algorithm, as it were. 

The rule of the game - there is only one - is simple. Whatever means I devise must convey to the viewer of the painting, as closely as possible, the exact physical sensations of vision I experienced while looking at the scene. Which is a pretty tall order, and fraught with compromise and work-arounds. But it's the rule. 

Take a picture? Yeah, maybe, but not to copy. As I have said, cameras lie, but they do have their uses. Work from memory? Memory lies too. Memory is the fiction our brain concocts, from scraps of reality and as much truth as we can bear to know. I don't want to paint a memory, I want to paint the thing as it is. 

So if I were to paint such a subject, it would be from direct observation. Imagine then, that I have my easel and palette conveniently to hand, along with some means of illuminating both without compromising the scene. I would then mix my colours to match the exact hues and tones of what I see... 

Except that the tonal range and colour gamut of paint on canvas is never going to match the full tonal range and gamut of what's in front of me. Working between black and white, I have to compress all the tones from full dark to the brightest glare. Working with pigment - coloured mud - I have to reproduce fragmented light.  

I have done various kinds of painting. At school, I was an Impressionist who had the good fortune to be taught how to do measured academic drawing. At art college, I was an Abstract Expressionist, twenty years after it was fashionable, who screwed up his degree by trying to become a realist painter in the final year. After art college I stumbled through surrealism and photorealism and finally settled on the Great British Tradition Of Landscape Painting. I've covered a lot of canvas. Fortunately, most of it hasn't survived. I made damned sure of that. 

What has always concerned me is this desire to paint things as they are, and the sheer difficulty involved in that. The terrible truth is that painting has its limitations, and the better you know them, the better a painter you will be. 

Painting is perfect for capturing still life, for example. A non moving subject, arranged as you wish, the lighting controlled, and the game, as it were, rigged - all things made convenient for the purpose of capturing the appearance, the qualia, of the subject. Tabletop space, with nothing accidental, or too difficult to describe in drawing.  

Painting begins to stumble when you paint a living thing. A portrait - as close to painting a still life as you can get when there's a human subject - is still possible, with the rule applied. A moving subject? Forget it. The world is a verb, but a painting is a noun. Any attempt to get around that by formal means is doomed to the remainder bin of history, an oddity outside the mainstream of painting. 

As well as lacking the dimension of time, painting is also embarrassed by its lack of arguably the most important dimension of space - depth. We may paint the beautiful street, but we can never cross it. We may, with the magics of perspective and colour recession conjure a simulacrum of depth - and in fact we'd better, if we don't want to bore the viewer rigid - but we're better off sticking to what we do well. 

Anyway. Enough of that. I can say that this is a splendid time of year to be looking at things, since fog does marvellous tricks. It arranges things by depth, like stage flats in graded tones of grey. It turns trees into grey masses sparked through with autumn leaf colours, blurs the edges of the coloured masses so it looks as if someone already painted them. Enjoy it while it lasts.

Landscape Photographs, October 2011

On my daily walk I always take two drawing books and a camera. And I hardly ever draw, but I always take a picture. These are recent shots, the birch trees from 30th September and the hedge from a couple of days ago.

I find I keep coming back to the same motifs. I've been walking around here for, what, 30 years now, and there's a handful of places where I generally stop to take a look and plan a painting.
This past two years I've started to organize them into a framework, picking out themes and subjects that I'll get around to. Not so much wishful thinking as long term planning.

I can recommend the daily walk to anyone. Quite apart from the health benefits, it tunes your eyes up. When you look at something for long enough, you start to see it. The turn of the leaves this past week, for example, from a surprising, straight-out-of-the-tube yellow ochre to this morning's burnt orange that doesn't fit into any colour space you've ever heard of.

And while we're on that subject, have you ever looked at shadows on snow? Jesus, that's some colour out of space stuff going on right there. I look forward to this winter's snowfall with something like junkie anticipation. Which realization means I sometimes think my enjoyment of what I see might be a little unwholesome, or at least unbalanced. The truth is, with nothing in my system stronger than porridge and tea, when I walk out of the house in the morning I'm tripping on what I see. Everything's so damned beautiful.

Why I Hate Photography And Think That Anyone Who Even Mentions The Rule Of Thirds Should Be Hacked To Death With A Blunt Axe.

Many years ago I took photography very seriously for a while. Which was good in one sense, but bad in so many others there's hardly space to list them all here.

I bought some decent kit: a quality SLR camera, a pro flashgun, rolls of black and white and colour slide film, a tripod. I read a lot of books and bought photography magazines for around two years, until I realized they'd begun to repeat themselves, which meant I'd learnt just about everything they had to teach me, about depth of field, shutter speed, lens choice, etc.

The result? I became a halfway good photographer. To this day I can take good pictures, free from the usual beginner's mistakes. I even got picked up (and eventually dumped) by a stock library who liked my work.

So why is this such a bad thing?

Because photography is awful.

No, it really is. Do you know what every photograph resembles, more than anything else in the world, more than its very subject matter?

Every photograph resembles nothing so much as every other photograph.

No, they really do. Look at a photograph. Any photograph. What does it immediately remind you of?

Every other similar photograph.

Why? Because photography only deals in cliche.

It's kind of built in to the process. There are a limited number of types of camera, each fulfilling a similar role. You can buy any one of dozens of different models of DSLR, for example, but they all do broadly the same thing: produce a digital image of a certain quality in terms of colour range, dynamic range, and detail.

Photographers may pride themselves on standing out from the crowd - but they don't. Photographers who want to make a living at it have to follow some pretty strict guidelines in terms of editorial policies and requirements. Stray too far from the brief, and some other keen young hopeful is always there, ready to step into their place, and they can't afford to forget that.

Plus, every one of us is drowning in photography - we all know what good current photography looks like, because it's plastered all over magazines and the internet almost as soon as it's done. You can't escape the paradigm of current good practice, and the aspiring pros don't want to, because it's a way up the ladder of success.

You can't escape this dilemma. It's hard wired into the whole practice of photography. If you stray too far from that, you get a little write up in some tiny arty blog followed by well deserved obscurity. Photography only deals with surfaces. It's instant, thoughtless, anti-reflective. It's so ubiquitous as to be unseen, unspeakable. (Ever read any photography criticism? Of course you haven't. Nobody reads it.)

Further down the arty ladder, the magazines are full of well meaning, excruciating advice about composition, light and shade, balance and proportion. It's a playground for the pipe smoking weird beard, a place where they can talk down to the amateur and endlessly repeat the same, awful stuff. Yes, it really will make your pictures better. But it won't make them worth looking at.

It will just make your photographs look like every other photograph.

And that is why I think that anyone who even mentions the rule of thirds should be hacked to death with a blunt axe.


But because I enjoy hypocrisy as much as anyone, I confess that I still use my camera most days. Reference shots for paintings, product shots for eBay auctions, clouds I like the look of. It's just that this isn't what I call 'photography'. It's camera as tool, producing something I can use.

The pictures are workaday, useful, disposable. Art they ain't. Not that they're hasty, or ill-considered. Those years of autodidactic camera training have not gone to waste. Every shot is as good as I can make it. But you're probably never going to see them. Because what would be the point?

There's the real world, which is beautiful.

And then there's photography, which imitates it, but only succeeds in looking like itself.

Every picture you take is a kind of lie. One thing I've noticed above all others, concerning every picture I've ever taken, is this: that what comes out at the other end of the process, whether it be a Kodachrome slide or a print from a digital file, has almost nothing to do with whatever prompted me to raise the camera to my eye and take the shot.

Cameras lie. I mean really, really lie. They lie by telling you too much, like the friend who can't tell a story for all the irrelevant details that get in the way.

They lie by straightforward lying, by telling you lies about what's right there in front of both of you. I'm looking at some landscape shots I've taken over the past week, and when I compare the memories in my head - the visual aesthetic response to something I saw out there in the world - with what came out of my camera just now, right there on the monitor, the discrepancy is so great as to make me wonder if the camera is just making stuff up.

The colours are in the ballpark, but completely wrong. The tonal range is squashed to the point where nothing looks right. And this is taking the meter readings into account and adjusting to compensate for exposures that need to be darker or lighter. It's just not right.

I return to my original, and perhaps contentious statement:

Photography is awful.

Draw it now. It might not be there tomorrow.


You'd think that the landscape would stay the way it was, wouldn't you? Peaceful, rural settings enchant us precisely because they don't change. Or do they?

Constantly and alarmingly, in my experience. I've put trees in paintings and come back the next day to find that whole limbs have fallen off. On occasion, I've taken a walk the day after a windy night and found whole trees sprawling across the landscape, rather than standing proudly in it. But then, a fallen tree can be a good subject to paint.


This June I drew a scene in my favourite landscape spot and took some reference photos. Luckily, as it turned out, because when I came back two days later the farmer had been and cut a swathe through the big patch of cow parsley and nettles that was going to be a big part of the painting I had planned.


Which is why I stress two points to anyone who wishes to paint English landscapes:

1) Get a camera and use it.

2) Yes, you can and should come back tomorrow to continue working on your subject. But there might be snow. Or fog. Or torrential rain. This is England. Banking on a week of fine weather and samey days can lead to frustration and disappointment. Refer to point 1) above.

Backyard Drawing


You don't have to go far to find something to draw or paint.