I’m in Love with Eric Hebborn

I’m in love with Eric Hebborn but my darling husband need not worry as Eric is quite quite dead.   Why am I in love with him?  Well, first of all he was a charming rogue and a talented artist who fooled the experts into thinking his drawings were those of old great masters.  He also lived a rich and full life rising from being abused as a child, and ending up in what here we in America would refer to as reform school, for setting his grade school on fire.  He had matches only as he discovered he could burn them down a bit and use them for drawing at a young age.   He was accused of having them for ill, and caned for it and so wrongly accused, he did the deed.  He managed to rise above many obstacles put in his way and unique opportunities shaped his destiny.

He speaks in his book, Drawn to Trouble, that he was working learning how to restore paintings, as a part time job, while he was in Art School.   He was given jobs that were more and more complicated until, as he says in his book he was able to restore an entire painting “from nothing at all”.

He was eventually found out as a forger.  But did he go to jail? No!  He never presented his drawings as those of a valuable piece of art by a famous and collectible old master.  What he did was go to the experts and say, I have this drawing, who do YOU think did it?  And then they would happily declare he had found a valuable piece of work.  Often Eric would craft a piece of work so it would fit into a series done by that artist.  So it wasn’t really a copy, but a drawing done in the style of, and at the same expert level as the master.  Now if he signed it Eric Hebborn, it was worth anything, but if he didn’t sign it, and maybe put an old collectors mark on it and it logically fit into a historical sequence by that artist, the expert was very happy to make his discovery of yet another old master drawing.

Then he would go to Christie’s or another London auction house and ask if they would like to buy this drawing that expert X attributed to a great artist.   Mind you they would buy it from him for a pittance compared to what they would sell it for.  But in the end everyone was happy.  The collector had something he thought was valuable to add to his collection, the auction house made money, and Eric made money.

But wait a minute, this got me thinking.  No, no, no, not about a career as a forger, but art.  The worth of art.   Why certain artists are famous or successful and others not.  Part of it is the culture and value of the times.   And the tastes of a population and the economics of who is in power and has the wealth, the power and the desire to sponsor and buy art.

If  the lines of a Piranesi’s famous etching from the year 1750: “From a great harbour in Roman history” had graceful lines of an angle of thus and so and shading in a certain manner and Eric Hebborn’s original drawing in the style of Piranesi also is as beautiful and graceful, as art, how is it different.  Forget for a moment the signature, just think of looking at the lines.  Is it lovely, is it beautiful, does it have worth in and of itself?

Eric Hebborn writes in his book, “The first invariable rule is to never invest in art-buy it!  Money wrongly invested will sour your interest, but money paid for something you really enjoy (and people who do not enjoy art have no right to own it) is always money well spent.  And should one day, some stuffy expert try to spoil your pleasure by informing you, you have bought a fake, point to Sir Ernest Gombrich’s observations on page 357 of this book and tell him or her in no uncertain terms that there is no such thing as a fake, only fake experts and their fake labels.”

What Gombich says in Art and Illustration, quoted on page 357 of Drawn to Trouble is:

“Logicians tell us, and they are not people who can be easily gainsaid, that the terms ‘true’ and ‘false’ can only be applied to statements, propositions. And whatever may be the usage of critical parlance, a picture is never a statement in that sense of the term. It can no more be true or false than a picture can be blue or green. Much confusion has been caused in aesthetics by ignoring this simple fact.  It is an understandable confusion because in our culture pictures are usually labelled, and labels, or captions can be understood as abbreviated statements.  When it is said ‘the camera cannot lie’, this confusion is apparent.  Propaganda in wartime often made the use of photographs falsely labelled to accuse or exculpate one of the warring parties.  Even in scientific illustrations it is the caption which determines the truth of the picture.  In a cause celebre of the last century, the embryo of a pig labelled as a human embryo to prove the theory of evolution, brought about the downfall of a great reputation.   Without much reflection, we can all expand into statements the laconic captions we find in museums and books.  When we read the name ‘Ludwig Richter’ under a landscape painting, we know we are thus informed that he painted it and can begin arguing whether this information is true or false.  When we read ‘Tivoli’, we infer the picture is to be taken as a view of that spot, and we can then agree or disagree with the label.”

Eric comments on Gombrich’s writing as follows in his book:

“From which it follows that it is the labelling, and only the labelling, of a picture, which can be false, contrary to popular belief there is not, and can never be a false painting or drawing, or for that matter any other work of art.  A drawing is as surely a drawing as a rose is a rose is a rose, and the only thing that may possibly be false about it is its label – its attribution.  What a relief this truth should be for the art world!  No longer need the expert, the collector, or anybody worry about fakes.  Al we need worry about now is education the experts to attach the right label: “Tom Keating in the manner of ‘Samuel Palmer’, ‘Michelangelo in the manner of the antique’, ‘Andrea del Sarto in the manner of Raphael’, ‘Anonymous twentieth-centrury artist in the manner of Claude’, and so on.”

Oh my, that must have made a few art experts and art historians say “ouch” and squirm a bit.  For with all the reasons why he believed this, and how he benefited from such belief there is a kernel of truth in it.

But did he really do the world any disfavor?  Did he not add to the world’s collection of beautiful art?  Dennis Dutton writes in his online article “Death of a Forger“:

“The greatest crime Hebborn committed does not involve the misfortunes of the rich in their attempt to use Old Masters as secure investments. It is rather that there are now, thanks to him, hundreds of fake “Master Drawings” in private and public collections. Art is not just about beautiful things, it is about the visions of the world recorded in centuries past. Now the drawn record of those visions has been corrupted by the skill and subterfuge of a talented contemporary faker.”

So Eric, may have changed history.  Tweaked it just a little with his view of how the world should have, or might have looked.  But don’t all artists do that?  A tree is in the way of the view, poof, gone in the painting but there in reality.  And how many people have hanging on their walls portraits of incredibly ugly ancestors?  Surely more often than not the portrait artist made them a little more noble, a little bit prettier, a trifle younger?   But right or wrong, I must thank Eric Hebborn for making me think about art, the worth of art, the motivation behind making art and the weight of the opinions of the experts du jour.

But at the end of the day, he did set up the experts when he presented the art to them.  He did draw in the style that they wanted to see and presented them with art that logically fit into a sequence.  He also obtained paper from the correct era.  If he was drawing in the style of an artist from the 1700’s he used paper from the fly leaf of a book from that time or an old ledger.  When tested for age and authenticity, the paper passed all tests for age and his inks or paints that he either bought old pigments or made himself according to original recipes also passed.

He also wrote The Art Forger’s Handbook that I have also read.   It is more of a cookbook on how to make ink and how to age paper and so forth.   But I found it fascinating and he has all sorts of wonderful little comments and anecdotes sprinkled within.  I admit, I have a yen to try some of his recipes, just for the fun of it.

Once, an artist had to know the chemistry of painting.  A certain ground would cause their work to deteriorate.   Two pigments used next to each other, would eventually turn black and ruin the work. I am reading some further works, one by Max Dorner as well.  He wrote “The Materials of the Artist and Their Use in Painting:  With Notes on the Techniques of the Old Masters.”  It’s a bit heavy going, but art school once included mastering all the substances that were used in painting and how one reacted or not with one another.  Being able to go into a store or online and buy tube after tube of paint in any color I want is a luxury that once didn’t exist.

I have to stop and wonder, if some of the great old masters, could have just been presented with paint that didn’t have to be ground and prepared and prepared surfaces to paint on, rather than having to prepare their own, how many more great works we would have seen.  But also, because it was so labor intensive, perhaps they only gave their best effort at all times.   If they did have modern paint and canvas, perhaps although they produced more, it would not have meant better.

Today I can paint on a whim.  And sometimes when I am painting without much planning or thought that is exactly how it looks in the end.  A little slap-dash and disorganized.   But I learn from each painting I make.  I wish I could see a year down the road.  Do I get better?  Do I develop a style?  I don’t know.

Eric Hebborn wanted to write two more books, but he was murdered.   Most likely because the discovery of his fakes caused the experts to question more paintings as to whether they were real.  There was a Rembrandt in a museum that was originally valued at $40 million, and once the experts said it was not a Rembrandt it’s value went down to $4 million.

I am sad that he wasn’t able to write those books.  I would have enjoyed reading them.  One was to be on drawing, a book on the language of line.   He really understood.  He even gives examples in his book of the same simple line drawn at different speeds, something you might not think of and how the speed effects the appearance of the line.   And how a copy of a drawing, can be detected as a copy when the lines are drawn at a slower or faster pace than those of the original artist.

Update 2016:  Eric Hebborn did produce a manuscript on line, or at least started to write one.  It was bought by a private collector from Webbs of Wilton, in Wiltshire, UK for 3000 pounds.  A recent article in the Guardian quotes him as mocking the so called experts, “He writes: “On the whole, critics, connoisseurs and art historians, when obliged to go beyond statements of fact – such as authorship, subject matter, measurement and medium – and speak of the quality of the drawing, tend to do so in the vaguest of terms.”

One of my readers sent me a photo of the first page of the language of line that I am going to attribute to this auction catalog.

So if you, like me, yearn to read the language of line, here is one tantalizing page:

cropped page hebborn line

 

And I’m going to add a special request to the buyer of the manuscript “The Language of Line” by Eric Hebborn, please publish it, scan it and put it on the web, but do make it available to artists in some form.  He knew something special about line and I do not wish this knowledge to be lost.  Webbs of Wilton only listed 8 pages.   I secretly hope there is a hidden box somewhere with more pages.

Why was Eric murdered?  Was it a disgruntled expert, upset by his tell all book?  Perhaps he cast his eyes on the wrong person, and it was a crime of passion or even mistaken jealousy.  Or maybe he just wandered into the wrong place at the wrong time.

All of my drawing books recommend that you copy well known artists to learn to draw and see how they treat their subjects.  How they shade and so forth.    One of which they recommend is two studies of Saskia Sleeping by Rembrandt.  The lines are simple.  And yet so elegant.  No matter how I try, although I can copy the shape and the form there is something to the speed of how the line is drawn and just a quality I cannot capture.  The squiggle of the eyebrow on the face gives a sweetness to the face.  I was using an image in the book Keys to Drawing but the original image is found in the Pierpont Morgan.  Well, we think it is a Rembrandt, but there was a Cossa at the Pierpont Morgan later attributed to Hebborn.  So let’s try to copy this drawing currently attributed to Rembrandt. And here it is.  Try it yourself.  Make a copy.

 

But Eric was in good company.  If you study the history of art, we find Roman sculptors copied Greek sculpture and sold it as Greek.  During the Renaissance many painters sold the works of their apprentices as payment for teaching them their techniques and they were attributed to the master.  In 1496, the great Michelangelo made a copy of a cupid and treated it with acidic earth to age it.  There is an excellent article on Art Forgery in Wikipedia if you want to dig deeper.

Now, how did your copy turn out?  Hmmmm.  It was harder than you thought it would be wasn’t it?  It’s only fair I show you my attempt.  I really can’t draw.  Painting comes easy to me but drawing I find very difficult.  I think we can say with certainty I will not have a career as an art forger.  But that is a happy thing.

 

Judy’s Copy of Saskia Sleeping

 

 

 

 

 

 

Original-Tila Sleeping 😀

Tila Sleeping

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Drawing!

And the brush ran away with the paint!

Sometimes the cow jumps over the moon and sometimes the brush runs away with the paint.  I have a fabulous picture of Tila rolling in the snow making a snow angel.  I really meant to try and do something realistic, but I’m finding I still have some impressionistic canvases that need to be painted.  It is as if the ideas are waiting in the wings and they are clamoring, “Me next! No Me!”.  

I have actually bought all the canvases I need for the ideas waiting in line.  And I’m sure when they are done, my muse will go out and fetch me some more.

So here is Spirit of the Snow Angel.  Some day I will try to do the realistic version, Snow Angel.   But when I tried this time the brush just ran away with the paint. 

Spirit of the Snow Angel

 

 

 

Prints for Sale!

Yes I now have prints for sale of the two paintings below.  Click on Items for Sale!

No I Won't Come In!

 

Tila Meditates

 

Painting With The Impressionistic Palette

 I love the impressionists.  The bright colors  as in Gaugin’s  Vision After the Sermon (1888). Or take a look at Van Gough’s Pollard Willows With Setting Sun .  The yellows and the reds are just phenomenal.  So I decided to try painting with an impressionistic palette.

One of the things we learn when studying art is that “Then” and “Now” are very different.  From the grounds that are used to prepare the canvas to the paints themselves.  For instance Max Dorner writes of old Italian grounds using ground marble instead of the gesso widely used today.   We also, cannot “now” pick up the standard American oil paintbox kit and expect to use the colors provided to paint like an impressionist.  Granted, the talent the great impressionists had (have?-is a school bounded by time?) is rare and the average beginning student of art such as myself cannot hope to create at their level.

I’ve read several books as well (and I will get around to reviewing them) that talk about how they painted with a technique that gave “broken color” on the canvas.  But back to the paints themselves.    writes online:

“Colors in Monet’s Palette
Monet used quite a limited palette, banishing browns and earth colors and, by 1886, black had also disappeared. Asked in 1905 what colors he used, Monet said: “The point is to know how to use the colors, the choice of which is, when all’s said and done, a matter of habit. Anyway, I use flake white, cadmium yellow, vermilion, deep madder, cobalt blue, emerald green, and that’s all.” ”   She has written an excellent online article Palettes and Techniques of the Impressionistic Masters: Claude Monet.

Today, most of us don’t have tubes of lead white for obvious safety reasons and use the more modern equivalent of many other colors as well.  The other thing impressionists did was ban black and grey from their palettes.   So here are two paintings of mine in which I try to use a palette similar to the impressionists.  Once again I am trying to use the “techniques of” rather than painting in the style or form of one or another of them.  First I am not them and secondly, obviously I do not have their experience or talent. 

First as usual, my reference photo.  This is a train station in Munich with an arriving train on a rainy day.

 

 And here is my interpretation of that photo.

The Trains Run on Time: Munich
I like how it came out and tried to use softer edges in the distance to work on my perspective skills as well.   I also used a yellow ground or under-painting.  But when I was done I still had a pile of wonderful vibrant colors on my palette and wasn’t in the mood to stop painting.  So I painted a “still life” of my workstation. And then I was all out of paint.  And that was a good thing.

 

Artist’s View

 

 

Addiction-Yes I Have an Addiction

I confess, I am addicted to paint brushes.  I love each and every one and cannot help but click “buy” every-time I see a new one on a website.  Here is a picture of my rapidly growing collection and a link to types of brushes and their uses.

 

The Growing Brush Collection

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have the exotic, like this “cat’s tongue” brush.  I read some of the old Masters used this and I just tried it today and love it.

Cat's Tongue Brush

 

 

 

 

 

 

And then there is the old paintbrush from who knows where that I found in a drawer.  It’s very useful when you want to lop a lot of paint on for a ground.   I usually underpaint most of my paintings with one color or another.  Blue if I am doing snow, yellow if I am trying to be impressionistic and so forth.

"Junk Drawer" Brush

 

I love the big rounds for the wonderful free strokes they make that seem to imply motion.

 

Round Brush

 

 

 

 

 

 

And who could forget the fan brushes for delicately putting on layers of glaze.

 

Fan Brush

I do have a ritual for cleaning all my brushes involving wiping, turpentine and soap and water but they get worn with use.  I think I like them better when they are a little broken in.

I have a dagger brush on order, well backorder (the dastards!) that I am awaiting.

If you have a brush or three you love, let me know.  After all you can never have too many brushes!

Twitter Tweet Twit

Twitter The Original by Nature

This spring I heard many birds twittering and tweeting in my backyard.  And they did it without I-Phones!

I remember back in the day when someone said “Twitter” then it meant a noise birds made.  The logo for twitter.com is even Larry the Bird.  So I decided to call this painting “Twitter, The Original By Nature”. 

I also was playing around with glazing at the time and glazed many shades and layers on the cardinal.   So if you like it, Tweet it! 

 

 

Book Review: Color: A Natural History of the Palette

I have been reading Color:  A Natural History of the Palette by Victoria Finlay.  I am dragging my feet in finishing it because I am enjoying it that much.  She goes through each color as a section, and talks about it’s history and it’s uses and travels to the far-flung places where the color was originally sourced.  Not all these places are easily accessible tourist destinations, such as the lapis mines in Afghanistan she visits or remote villages in India seeking a yellow that was once thought to be made from the urine of cows fed mango leaves.

The making and mining of color has also in the past and even now, been a closely guarded secret.  Recipes are guarded like gold, and in some cases deemed even more precious.   When you read this book you taste the color, and you smell the color. 

I find my mind creates wonderful pictures from the descriptions of the people she meets in her travels as well and I almost want to read the book with a brush in one hand.  When in the very near future I turn the last page, it will be a wistful moment.

 

Underpainting, a technique of the Old Masters-A Still Life

I love to read about art and art techniques.   I’m currently in love with another man, a really creative and amusing artist.  Forturnately for my husband, this artist is quite dead so he doesn’t have to worry.  But that is a subject for another post.

 I read a book by Erik Bossik called How to Create an Underpainting Like the Old Masters: A Step-by-Step Guide.  I liked the idea of following in the footsteps of Rembrandt and others.  I found the idea romantic.   My husband came by and looked at my progress and shook his head and said, “That doesn’t look like a Rembrandt.” 

Of course not silly, I am not painting in his style but trying to use his technique.   I have to admit I spent three weeks on this.  Ack.  If I didn’t try the underpainting and the layers over it I would have finished very quickly.  But you will have to be the judge as to whether the layers “glow” from underneath and I have more texture and color depth if I had not.

So here is my reference photo.

And next the underpainting.  Wow, pretty good.  I like how this came out.

 

Rut roh, too much color, where’d my egg go?  Yikes what did I do?  Is there any going back or forward.  I’m a color addict!   Someone help me!

The final still life.  

 

 I am going to try this technique again.  I can’t really get excited about painting a still life.   But I do like how the glaze came out on the bowl.  And the egg.   Onward and upward.

A Limited Palette on the Back Streets of Zurich

Did I mention my husband and I like to travel?   I’ve been going through our travel photos to find things to paint.  I love painting my Pyr dogs but I feel I have to try other things to learn more about oil painting.

I love color and if I could I’d use every single color in my paintbox on every painting.  But most painters do not use every color.  I decided to try a limited palette and as I hadn’t done any streetscapes yet, I used some photos from a vacation where we were walking the back artsy streets of Zurich.   The palette I used was one of blue, red, and yellow making green and pink etc from only those colors.  I also used white.  These are small 8 x 10 canvases so I still find I have a hard time fitting in the little details.

The other thing I am working on is more of a perception of depth in my paintings.  I recently found out about “Lost and Found Edges“.  If you make all your edges clear and hard it makes the painting look flat.  Some should be more vague and blend into the painting.  See the excellent blog post I linked in the text.  There is more to it than just the ones in the back should be blurry.  I haven’t mastered that yet, but I’m working on it.

So let’s start with a reference photo.  Again, I admit I’m not one of these hyper-realists that captures every detail like a photograph.

 I like the repeating element of the flags.  And now for my painting.

 And now for the other reference photo.

And now the other painting.

 

 

As the canvases were small, I had to leave out a lot of detail.  I did find the limited color palette had a soothing and harmonious result.   I do want to try these again with a larger canvas and try to capture more of the small details that I left out in these two paintings.