Whistlejacket by George Stubbs
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This is one of those paintings that, on its
own, is worth the visit to the National Gallery. Its size, its ambition, its audacity all
embrace you. In my career as a film-maker I have often had reason to include
images of kings & emperors on their trusted steeds. Julius Caesar, Napoleon, Alexander, Ulysses
S.Grant, Zhukov (on his white steed in Red Square), and plenty more. But it’s rare that the horse itself is the
subject. No bridle in sight, no stirrups, no whip. This is a horse bursting
with life and freedom. There is no background but you can add that in yourself.
For me, it is the gorgeous Sussex countryside where I live that fills in the
blanks but it could be anywhere. Some have argued that Stubbs was supposed to
have filled in both background and rider but I simply don’t believe it. I am sure the painting is just as he wanted
it.
18th century Britain was passionate about horses – and
horse-racing – and this was a race-winning horse (notably the 2000 guineas at
York in 1759) that didn’t need a monarch on its back to tell a great
story. We know that Whistlejacket –
strange name, possibly to do with the colour of the coat matching a drink of
that colour made of brandy – was foaled in 1749 and was owned by the Marquess
of Rockingham, who was twice Prime Minister.
The horse had been retired by the time Stubbs was commissioned to paint
him in 1762 but he must have been still much loved and admired. And why not –
he is magnificent, flaring, all-powerful.
Stubbs was a master of painting horses – and he
certainly sought and caught the individuality of this stallion. It is no
accident that he so wonderfully captures the tension and strain in the
musculature – Stubbs had gone so far as to dissect horses to gain greater
insight into their inner workings.
Stubbs was in his late 30s when he painted this. Born in Liverpool, son
of a leather worker, largely self-taught as an artist, he ultimately specialized
in anatomical paintings especially of the horse. No doubt the bones and skins from his
father’s tannery were some kind of inspiration but he went much further than
that. He studied anatomy to such a degree that he lectured medical students on
it and even apparently, in 1756, rented
a barn near Hull and, with a female assistant, Mary Spencer (his unofficial
companion for 50 years), spent 18 months dissecting horses. They were delivered
to him live, and he undertook the messy work of slaughtering, with the objective
of learning equine anatomy through detailed personal investigation.
Stubbs
published a book with drawings called ‘The Anatomy of the Horse’ in 1756 and
soon thereafter he received his first London commission from the artist Joshua
Reynolds. One group of potential buyers
who were immediately taken with Stubbs's ‘Anatomy of the Horse’ drawings and
enticed by the idea of a portrait or two of their own much-prized horses were
wealthy young aristocrats with country estates. And within another few years, as mentioned,
the twice-Prime Minister himself commissioned Stubbs for Whistlejacket. It is a
striking picture, well worth a few minutes of your time when you are next
passing the National Gallery. And, as an
afterthought, if you live in or are visiting Ireland, I’d also
recommend Stubbs’ painting Hambletonian
which hangs in the National Trust property of Mount Stewart in County Down. We
filmed it when we made our film Tim
Marlow on Stubbs and the Horse in
2005 and it is another gorgeous work.
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