What is good about the d'Offay exhibition?

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HOWARD HODGKIN: AS GOOD TODAY AS HE’S EVER BEEN?

“Howard Hodgkin’s new paintings are a mess.  At least, I thought so the first time I saw

them.  Crude, slapped-on swathes of blue and green, bare patches of wood underneath,

haphazard strokes - where was the balance and delicacy of structure, the dance of

vibrantly contrasting colours that glowed on the walls at his 1997 Hayward

retrospective?” These are the opening remarks of Jonathan Jones in an article that

appeared in ‘The Times’ on Thursday 11 November 1999, the day before Howard

Hodgkin’s current retrospective opened at the Anthony d’Offay gallery in London,   He

went on to say “This may be his best work, but some people will say it is his worst”.

I am going to argue the case that the work in Hodgkin’s current show is as good,

if not better than it was at his Hayward retrospective: even that he may well go on

to achieve even higher praise.

To do this I am going to compare the two exhibitions, concentrating on the main areas

which Jonathan Jones critised: namely Hodgkin’s colour sense or palette, his technique

and the overall structure of his paintings.

What is good about the d’Offay exhibition?

I will begin with my own personal view.  There is a large painting (165.1 x 196.9) cm that hangs in a stunning

position facing you as you enter the second room, called “Night and Day 1997-99”.

Its thick, broad frame quickly sweeps you up and holds you in its power: a light, bright

green and a warm yellow intermingle around the frame and border, behind them cadmium

red, turning to orange and yellow on the right, balanced by a greyish swirl of colour on the

left.  The ‘piece de resistance’ perhaps in the centre: a broad band of ultramarine sweeps

upwards, separating the two halves of the painting.  

(i) Colour

Hodgkin’s colours are predominantly the primaries - plus green.  The red is partially

hidden and yet so intense - it can’t help but make us think of the setting sun (particularly

given the title), blood and fire, but also the passionate, and perhaps sexual side of our

nature - the side that is hidden from all but our closest relationships.  The huge impact of

the red hue is of course emphasized by its relationship with its complementary green - the

warmest pair of complementaries.  Obviously the blue symbolizes and represents ‘night’ to

some extent, and appears in front of the red, yet behind the green, the cloak of darkness

just beginning to hide the sun from our  eyes, and from what could be thought of as the

green of nature in front of it pictorially.  

specific subjects such as portraits of friends, lovers, and places.  I will conclude with two

 pieces of work which not only ‘talk to us now’,

but which, perhaps, show us something of the painter’s mind, and the direction that he is

heading in: the emotional, formal and intellectual concerns which have got him to

this point, now, in his late sixties.


To play devil’s advocate for a moment, I am going to begin with one of the larger works

from his current exhibition,

‘Evening Sea’ 1998: the one which Jonathan Jones may very well have been thinking of

when he wrote “..crude, slapped-on swathes of blue and green, bare patches of wood

underneath, haphazard strokes..”  Painted on an old dining-room table, measuring 175.9 x

260.4cm at its longest and widest, a huge size for Hodgkin, it is sited on its own in the

furthest ground-floor room, and to me is a massive disappointment.  The largely uniform

brushwork leads the eye constantly to and fro across from one end of the table to the

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other, across the sea if you like - after all this painting is one of the few to have a

genuinely

representational title - but with no excitement, nothing particular to say about his vision

of what is presumably the sea near to his studio in Pourville.  The blues of the central

mention ‘Home’ and ‘In the blue room’.

portion afford no hidden depths, no contrast of brighter hues.  Maybe the colour of the sea

is seen as if through a porthole window - rushing past, with no horizon definitely ...

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