Know Your Chapeau: Mrs. Siddons

Thomas Gainsborough, Mrs. Siddons, 1785

Considering the multitude of textures and color palettes in Gainsborough’s Mrs. Siddons, an observer has no reason to focus on the subject’s black chapeau, yet it draws the eye more effectively than any other element of the work. Gainsborough applies incredible richness in the red backdrop, and he designs textures that appear as real as an actual fur coat and capture the drama of a tragic actress like Sarah Siddons. His wholly different patterns and contrasting colors fill the work in a way that adds dignified intimacy without chaos or claustrophobia.

Gainsborough captures the softness of this renowned tragedian’s face with incredible care, and he most likely spent more time on this portion of the painting than any other. After weeks of effort on her proboscis alone, he exclaimed, “Confound the nose, there's no end to it!”

What about this hat, though? The striking black as well as its size and shape repeatedly steal attention away from the masterful beauty of the rest of the painting. Since this hat lacks the ornate texture of every other material in the portrait, it stands out even more than it would just by virtue of its enormity. The blackness has a peculiar effect, because this color ordinarily serves to define the brighter hues around it, but, in this case, it contrasts with every other part of the painting and creates a sort of void that provokes thought and further consideration of the work. So, well done, Gainsborough. By creating a hat, you keep people’s attention long enough for them to see the excellence of this painting.


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The Blue Boy

Thomas Gainsborough, The Blue Boy, 1770

One of the many aspects I love about this Art History blog, is that I am able to freely express my thoughts, feelings, and opinions towards artwork. In the short time I have been a part of this group, I have learned not only how to identify what art period such and such is from, or what type of paint was used here, but to search for what a painting tries to convey, what it wants to tell me. Some opinions I have previously had about art have changed, giving me a new perspective on a time period, painter, or artwork. I am able to form opinions about which painting I believe to be the one of the greats or one of the worst. This painting, right here, is one of the latter. 

Thomas Gainsborough was an English painter and the artistic rival of Joshua Reynolds. A majority of his work consisted of landscapes depicting the British countryside and portraits. In about 1740, Gainsborough moved from Sudbury to London, where his clientele transitioned from middle class farming families to a more aristocratic crowd. After painting a portrait of both the king and the queen, his constituency became quite exclusive. The Blue Boy, Gainsborough's most famous work, portrays the son of a wealthy merchant. 

Besides the way that the clothing shines, I see little to appreciate in this painting. Something about The Blue Boy makes me irrationally angry. Maybe it's the 100% concentrated sass I am receiving just from just looking at him (Tyra Banks would be proud of that smile), or maybe it's those ridiculous bows on his shoes. It could even be the odd choice of venue. Why would a random rich kid be standing in the middle of a field, posing next to a rock? He's going to get those fancy little bows quite dirty.

Much of Gainsborough's often repeats itself, especially his landscapes. Thus, when trying to interpret a piece of his artwork and point out the feeling it gives me leads me to frustration and staring contests between the subject and myself. From this painting, and also from Gainsborough's other work, I can't help but feel that he was going after the money. 

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