One Hundred Great Photographs: A Collection by Bruce Bernard
The Dean Gallery, Edinburgh, until 7 September

Winifred Nicholson in Scotland
The Dean Gallery, Edinburgh, until 7 September


The trouble with art collections is that they are often accumulated over generations in the shadow of changing priorities and fashions, sprawling like conurbations beyond their original city boundaries. It is therefore an eye-opener to see Bruce Bernard’s carefully selected collection of 100 photographs, dating from the earliest days of photography in the 1840s until Bernard’s death in 2000. Bernard, a leading picture editor, was commissioned by a private collector in 1996 to amass the collection to his own taste, and the results are stunning.

Bernard had an unprejudiced eye for a good photograph, whether it be a studio portrait, professional photo-journalism, a postcard or an amateur snapshot. The quality of the works – of all these genres – is unquestionable, and the content is equally intriguing. Each image is so compelling that the urge to read the captions in full is unusually strong: indeed this must surely be the mark of a good picture editor, otherwise newspapers might never be read.

Previously shown at the Victoria and Albert Museum in London, the exhibition is not packed with the usual suspects, nor does it leave them out. Fox Talbot, D.O. Hill, Mubridge, Man Ray, Weegee, Brassai and Eve Arnold are all represented, but so too is a significant proportion of anonymous photographers and a number of lesser known names.

Bernard was fond of pub photographs, such as David Wise’s Girl in Hartlepool Pub (1986), whose quiet grace recalls the guarded vulnerability of similar subjects by Manet and Degas. There is a high sense of violence and tension in William Klein’s Fighter-Painter Ends Mural, Tokyo (1961), showing the Japanese artist contorted before a wall which divides the composition between unleashed natural energy below, and ordered Western architecture above.

Bernard went to great effort to track down the arresting 1850s ambrotype of a Waterloo veteran with his wife, which he had published 25 years earlier in the Sunday Times. The small photograph conveys the enormous character of the pair, somehow not looking their finest despite their Sunday Best.
There are hardly any colour photographs in the exhibition, and even those are mostly hand-coloured, such as the anonymous 1880s tin-type of three children, which is freakishly out of proportion and a good example of things gone wrong, but at the same time haunting and unforgettable.

Along the corridor is an intimate exhibition of Winifred Nicholson’s oil paintings of Scotland’s Highlands and Islands, drawn from private collections around the country. Nicholson was known for her colourful flower paintings, but was attracted to the shifting patterns of light and colour in Eigg, Canna, South Uist and the mainland village of Sandaig.

It is tempting to draw comparisons with the work of Jon Schueler, currently at the City Art Centre, because he too was fascinated with the Western Isles’ shifting atmospheric conditions, but the similarity ends there. Nicholson’s work here, far from being abstract, is actually – and unavoidably – quite twee. It is at its best in Loch Hourn (1952), where three glasses of flowers seem to float effortlessly in front of a luminous soup of shimmering water, brooding sky and cloud-tipped mountains, and at its worst in The Piper who Played the Retreat at Tobruk (c.1952), where lurid green grass and two loyal dogs attend a stiffly posed piping shepherd.

Catrìona Black, Sunday Herald 20.07.03