Sargentolatry from A Free House! by W. R. Sickert ed. O.

Sitwell 1947 page 1 of 2

the French equivalent of the English word

“snobbishness ". " Le snobisme" does not carry with it
Sargentolatry any suggestion of social subservience, but means
The New Age, 9th May, 1910. abject subservience to a name, or a supposed
authority.) The only person who has resolutely
I doubt if anyone can be as much surprised and abstained from any complicity in the Sargent boom
amused as Sargent himself . . . at the prostration
has been Sargent himself. If sense and modesty could
before him and all works that has been the attitude
disarm criticism, he would be immune. But alas !
of the English press for the last decade or so. Where
nothing disarms me.
there is real poverty of thought, and absence of
knowledge, the first necessity is to find an idol before I need not labour the truth . . . that the work of
which to assume the favourite attitude that the the modern fashionable portrait-painter has to be
French call " flat-belly ". Flat-belly the critics have considered as, in a sense, a collaboration, a
been before his successes; faithfully flat-belly, compromise between what the painter would like to
before his failures. Flat-belly before the ability of do and what his employer will put up with. Sargent,
his paintings ; equally and imperturbably flat-belly who has an acute sense of, and keen delight in,
before his nugatory life-sized heads in black and character, has no wish to compromise more than he
white. He tried to elude them. Turning, in a holiday need. But the ineluctable laws that rule the relations
mood, from his portrait clientele, he exercised his of employer and employed are there for him as for
great facility in some landscape sketches. In these his others. Where he has found himself before a man of
firm and certain mise-en-place served him well, but esprit — I have one specially in my mind, and his
the absence of any delicate or interesting colour- daughter — he has let himself go, and given of his
sense became more obvious than it is in the best, with charming and piquant results. And in the
portraits. Not a bit of use ! He was at once hailed as degree to which he lets himself go, a shrewd
the heaven-born landscape-painter. " Blinding light" is spectator may measure the painter's estimate of his
the consecrated phrase. Some painters are said to sitter's wit.
have " painted " a picture or " exhibited " a picture. It is a pitiful thing, and one of the best proofs of
Not so Sargent. He " vouchsafes " a picture ; a word
the nullity of art criticism in this country, that
hitherto confined to the deity.
Sargent's painting is accepted, as it is, as the standard
Directly it was discovered that he was the
of art, the ne plus ultra and high-water mark of
Magnetic Pole towards which the critical needles
modernity. Let us try to arrive at a reasonable and
must all point, other societies determined that the
just estimate, devoid alike of detraction and of
Royal Academy should not keep him to themselves.
hysterical abasement.
I think I can even remember seeing a poster in the
I have said that he has the supreme virtue in a
street, issued by an exhibiting society, worded : "
portrait-painter of an eye for character. He has a
Works by Mr. John Sargent and others ". . . . The
great gift for placing his shapes where he wishes,
New English Art Club, with the eye for the main
safely and firmly. The colour is quelconque, and the
chance that generally distinguishes the founders of a
quality of execution is slippery, and has no beauty
new religion, clung firmly to the skirts of the frock-
or distinction of its own. The paintings might be
coat from which virtue was understood to issue.
described as able black-and-white sketches on a
Virtue was to some extent its own reward. Visitors
large scale, in adequate colours. The problem of
would hurry in, ask the secretary which were
turning out satisfactory likenesses with a certain
Sargent's pictures, and, having inspected them, go
brilliant allure, and the little touches of piquant
out again at once. The attitude of the press was
provocation that respectable women are always so
generally thus : " We know all about Impressionism,
anxious to secure, has seldom been solved by an
or whatever you like to call the beastly thing, that
abler hand or a juster eye. And really of the
these people practise. It is an unpleasant and not very
landscape sketches, which my critical colleagues
reputable thing, anyhow. But, of course, when Mr.
believe to be epoch-making, not much more can be
Sargent condescends, in his moments of recreation
said. Some of the figures in these landscapes have a
between the serious and respectable labours of painting
prettiness quite worthy to illustrate a feuilleton.
Proper expensive portraits to dally with anything so
Practice for a quarter of a century in portrait-
trivial, it becomes supreme. . . ."
painting, with the triple problem of likeness,
This brief résumé reads like a farcical account, but
rapidity and the sitter's taste to solve, is not likely to
anyone who has watched these things will
be the best preparation for the production of epoch-
acknowledge that it is a moderate and fair statement
making landscape.
of the facts. It errs, if anything, on the side of under-
Let any of my readers go, without prejudice,
statement, as all accounts of a boom of snobisme must
straight from a Sargent landscape to the Pissarro of
do. (For readers who have not been out of England it
the Louvre in the Grafton Gallery, and compare the
may be necessary to explain that "le snobisme" is not
weight of the two productions. Compare the degree of
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passion, of power, of observation, of delicacy.

Enumerate the facts of structure contained in the
one and the other. Notice the degree in which, in
each, the various colours on the canvas are
differentiated from the state in which they are
supplied by the colourmen. You won't find a painter
who needs to be told this, Sargent least of all. But
then, if I am right, I herewith convict almost the
whole critical press of this country for ten years
either of elementary ignorance, or laziness and
indifference, or of craven abjection to a social and
commercial success.
I resent this attitude for two reasons. Because it
means that for many years much patient merit must
have been overlooked and slighted. This attitude
has some of the effects of a panic. Gentle and
charming people are hustled. It has some of the
effect of the entrance into a private party, where many
interesting and well-bred people are assembled, of a
cocotte who is the vogue. . . . But I resent it most of
all for myself. Gross and continued negligence in
the critical world is just like negligence in the
material world. Someone, who loathes the job, is at
last compelled to get up and put things straight. To
deal with the accumulated prostration that cumbers
the ground of serious criticism, my lazy and
ignorant critical colleagues have put me in the
tiresome and odious position of appearing to attack
an artist who has constantly given me real pleasure.
I find myself forced to write grudgingly of a man
whose great and rare qualities I cordially envy. I am,
however, somewhat consoled by the fact that one
little article, with only a week of life in it, is a very
feeble dart to set against a decade of the heaviest
artillery of unbroken adulation.
I would be glad if I could achieve one result. I
have noticed that critics who have mostly no
knowledge of art are rightly careful to read anything
that painters write. To these I would make one general
suggestion. Let them turn over a new leaf and try this
system in future. When they approach an exhibition, let
them see what they can find to say of all the pictures
signed by names of which they have never heard. Let
them leave out, for a change, all mention of the well-
known names — mine among them.