Holbein
to Hockney: Drawings from the Royal Collection
Until March 6; Queens Gallery, Edinburgh
In 2002, a Michelangelo drawing was unearthed in Yorkshire, and Sir
Timothy Clifford was desperate to bag it for the National Gallery
of Scotland. Scotland didnt have any Michelangelos of its own,
he argued. Unfortunately, the Queen was concurrently building a gallery
along the road, where she could show off her own Michelangelo at any
time. Timothys plan was foiled.
Two and a half years later, the Queens Michelangelo has arrived.
Its a chalk drawing of The Risen Christ, his magnificent six-pack
gleaming with inner strength. The shading is achieved with stipple
marks so tiny that its hard to believe a human being made them.
Christs hands fly about in multiple positions, as the artist
tries out the best balance for the composition. Although most drawings
in Michelangelos time were meant only as preparatory work, this
one was probably a finished work of art for one of the artists
closest friends. Lucky friend.
The Risen Christ is only one drawing among 75 on display at the Queens
Gallery. The gallerys very first show, of Leonardo drawings,
showed off the space to best effect, and this show serves to confirm
that the low, blue fabric walls are best suited to the display of
drawings rather than paintings.
The wonderful thing about drawings is their directness; the artists
unfettered spontaneity in making personal sketches can bring you right
into their world. Bernini was the key artist of the Italian Baroque,
his public sculptures in demand all over Rome. Its grand to
see the finished fountains, but theres something special about
seeing their creative birth. Berninis rapidly chalked design
for a fountain is a dynamic mass of ideas, the figures worked and
reworked in search of a solution.
Even when drawings are highly polished, they can exude a sense of
freshness. Hans Holbeins portrait study of Sir Thomas More was
made around 1527, in preparation for the famous painting in the Frick
Collection. The delicate chalk drawing is immaculately preserved (as
indeed are all the drawings on show), and the outline is pricked with
a series of tiny holes, by which method Holbein would have transferred
the drawing to a panel. Not only do you feel the presence of the artist,
but also of the man who would eight years later lose his head for
disobeying Henry VIII.
Another advantage peculiar to drawings is their tendency to reveal
the personal preoccupations of artists. Leonardo da Vinci is a prime
example. His sheet of studies of the anatomy of the shoulder is, by
itself, worth a visit to the exhibition. Much stranger, and also a
must-see, is his late drawing, A Deluge. Leonardo was obsessed with
the idea of a cataclysmic storm and how to represent it, and though
you might imagine something Turneresque, his drawing has more in common
with Russian Cubo-Futurism of the early 20th century. Swirls of geometric
blocks spiral around curling waves of water, the battered horizon
just visible below.
Although its full of such gems, taken in its entirety the show
is a little odd. It may range from Holbein to Hockney but there are
huge gaps in between. Thats because its entirely dependent
on the historical tastes and diplomatic opportunities of the Royal
Family since Henry VIII. Italian artists of the High Renaissance and
Baroque periods are abundant, as indeed are classicising drawings
from all periods. But the more down-to-earth drawings of Rembrandt
and his Dutch compatriots are entirely absent; indeed each Northern
European drawing comes as a surprise after a phalange of Italianate
works.
The 19th century turned the Royal Collection into a stolid souvenir
album, tracing the tours of Victoria and Albert in a succession of
bland, commissioned watercolours. As for the 20th century, it barely
features. No Pablo Picasso, no Andy Warhol, not even any Elizabeth
Blackadder. David Hockney slips through the net with his unashamedly
old-fashioned drawing of Lord Rothschild, whose understated simplicity
makes it a perfect complement to Hans Holbeins elegantly spartan
portrait of Cicely Heron.
Its a fact of life that exhibitions drawn from permanent collections
are unlikely to be complete, but curators tend to address this by
choosing their subject carefully. The Royal Collection might have
been better equipped to mount a show of Baroque drawings, or one dedicated
to the nude.
The benefit of spreading the show across all areas of the collection
is that you quickly come to appreciate the different styles and techniques
of different times and places. Passarottis figure drawing, with
its bold, flamboyant lines, is a world away from the tight control
of the Michelangelo nearby, although his style derives from the earlier
artists.
Even more distorted is Jan Mullers Pluto, whose lines are feathery,
and whose face is a grotesque caricature. Muller was born in Amsterdam,
but youre not told that. None of the captions detail the country
of origin, and its hugely irritating to recognise the stylistic
differences in drawings without making the associated geographical
connections.
There is one text panel in the show, which describes the traditional
materials of metalpoint, chalk and paper. It finishes with the surprising
sentiment that In the twentieth century many new drawing media
were invented, including ballpoint pen, felt-tip pen, and wax crayon,
but artists have exploited these relatively little. The curator
might enjoy a trip to Glasgow where such materials are enjoying an
explosion of popularity among artists. Whether he or his bosses would
wish to add them to this genteel collection is another matter.
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Black, Sunday Herald 05.12.04