I began at M. Cezanne, such vitality. http://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/paintings/paul-cezanne-landscape-with-poplars I picture him restless behind the walls of that big house, outside his brush dashes across the canvas, evidence of the palette knife, just enough to know it is a roof. And in this http://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/paintings/paul-cezanne-the-avenue-at-the-jas-de-bouffan I find comfort as this quick study exhibits a similar degree of patience as my own work. The effect is admirable, engaging. It is not necessary to do more, it can be a mistake to do too much. But, oh, the confidence.
Next M. Corot. http://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/paintings/jean-baptiste-camille-corot-the-four-times-of-day-noon He laid in a large area of an umber to give the darks of the tree, in some places thinly washed across to tone down the canvas. The sky descends from rich blue heavens to white horizon. Over the top comes green for trees, deep, dark green mostly over umber and generally covering. Little highlight. At the foot a man with a red hat, for scale, and scattered nearby red for flowers, from the love of painting. The trunks ascend, some outlined and infilled, some of these worked, though deftly, not necessarily carefully, and not laboriously, others just line. The top of the painting is just colour, dark, flat colour, the bottom has more time spent on it bit is still just dark flat colour. He was the first and his influence is great extending even to my own Mr Alfred East.
Onward to Mr Constable, it seemed right. That, no that, no this, http://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/paintings/john-constable-the-cornfield . I’ve studied sketches for this work elsewhere and it has a wonderful informality. The far fields put in with a green tone then overpainted dry with a white-green. And yet the detail of the Church tower does not jar though clearly carefully put in.
And then pausing at Mr Gainsborough we have clearly stepped to a different school, http://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/paintings/thomas-gainsborough-cornard-wood-near-sudbury-suffolk that owes a good deal to the Dutch painters of a century earlier.
And then to Salvator Rosa, whose virtues are so enthusiastically extolled by Mr Joshua Gilbert, bridging between Titian and the Dutch. And for all its claim to mythology http://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/paintings/salvator-rosa-landscape-with-mercury-and-the-dishonest-woodman is a study of a tree.
Before leaving I must see Rubens, http://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/paintings/peter-paul-rubens-a-view-of-het-steen-in-the-early-morning his country house. There is so very much happening from the undergrowth to the fields of the middle ground, and there, beyond, dots of dark green on lighter green effortlessly give trees in field boundaries. And in the foreground the horse once painted repainted and the uncertain suggstion of a cart wheel, perhaps in motion, in carriage of goods and chattels.
It is almost too much, so wonderful is the Nationl Gallery and then as I make my way out I am diverted to http://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/paintings/piero-della-francesca-the-baptism-of-christ for the landscape in these Cinquecento works has drawn my attention since reading Mr Gilbert already mentioned. There is an entire world happening in these lands depicted, and usually in service of the narrative. Accuracy of depiction does not mean topographic study in these evocative works.
And so with a brief pause at http://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/paintings/filippino-lippi-the-virgin-and-child-with-saints-jerome-and-dominic I make my way out satiated and stimulated, and comforted. What a treasure is the National Gallery for the student of painting. The great masters inspire and inform, their techniques discernible to the patient eye and their effects uplifting on a Friday evening.
I hope too I was able to deliver some nice pictures to the other visitors as I made my way through, the painter of 19o4. I travelled through 400 years of lanscape painting, and the gallery became the site of contemporary performance practise.