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Rembrandt and His Etchings.
by Louis Arthur Holman.
[No. 116. Two Tramps.]
_No. 116. Two Tramps._
“A fair & bewtiful citie, and of sweete situation” and famous for “ye universitie wherwith it is adorned;” such was Leyden as the fresh eyes of the youthful William Bradford saw it when the little company of English exiles, later revered as the Pilgrim Fathers, sought asylum in Holland.
The fame of Leyden was to be further perpetuated, although Bradford knew it not, by one who had but just been born there when the English pilgrims came to the friendly university town; one who has added to the fame of his native place chiefly because he did not attend that university, which seemed so attractive to young Bradford. The father of this boy determined that he should have a collegiate education that he might sometime hold a town office, and fondly hoped that he was preparing him for it (in, perhaps, the very schools attended by the English children), when the lad made it clear to all men that he had no head for Latin and a very decided talent for drawing. So it came to pa.s.s that at the time Bradford and his friends set their faces toward America, and per-force turned their backs upon that “goodly & pleasante citie which had been ther resting place near twelve years,” Rembrandt Harmens van Rijn, the youngest son of a miller of Leyden, turned his face, too, from the old toward the new. They sought liberty to live and to worship according to the bright light in their hearts: he, too, sought liberty to follow in a no less divinely appointed path, impelled thereto by an irresistible force which, after half a century, retained all its early vigor. They broke from the ways of their fathers and bore an important part in the development of the great American nation; he emanc.i.p.ated himself and his art from the thraldom of tradition and conventionality and became the first of the great modern masters of art.
The twelve-years’ truce between the humiliated Dons and the stocky Dutchmen was now nearing its end, and Bradford says, “There was nothing but beating of drumes, and preparing for warr.” This was one of the reasons why the peaceable Pilgrims sought a new home beyond the sea. But Rembrandt, already absorbed in his art-studies, saw nothing, heard nothing of these preparations; his ears were deaf to the drum-beats, his eyes were seeing better things than the “pride, pomp and circ.u.mstances of glorious war”. There can be no question about his utter lack of interest in things military. When, at long intervals, he tried war-subjects (as most men sooner or later try their hand at the thing they are least fitted for) he failed pitifully. He could create a masterpiece of a “Man in Armor,” or a “Night Watch,” where the problems were purely artistic, and swords and flags were simply bits of fine color, but the painting or etching that breathed the actual spirit of war he could not produce. There is matter here for rejoicing. War and her heroes have had their full quota of the great artists to exalt their work. And now comes one who loved the paths of peace. With brush and etching-needle he made record for all time of the dignity and rare beauty which he found in ordinary hum-drum walks of life. We may even say that he exalted doctors and artists, housemaids and shopkeepers, yea even the very street-beggars, into such important personages that their portraits are still eagerly sought after by the great ones of the earth. It was during the lifetime of Rembrandt (1606-1669) that much of the wonderful development of Holland took place.
She had come to her greatness gradually, but by the middle of the seventeenth century she occupied a leading place among the independent nations of Europe. Great discoverers, like Henry Hudson, had given her new dominions east and west, and colonization had begun. On the sea her flag was supreme; her merchant marine, going to and from her own possessions was seen in every port of the world; her admirals, Ruyter and Tromp, had won her an ill.u.s.trious place forever in the annals of naval warfare. These were the days of Milton and Ben Jonson; of Cromwell, Gustavus Adolphus and Richelieu; of Murillo, Rubens and Van Dyck-days when Holland had within her own borders such men as Barneveld, the great statesman; Grotius, the father of international law; Spinoza, the philosopher and John de Witt, the Grand Pensioner-besides that n.o.ble group of artists: Hals, Cuyp, Ruysdael, Potter, Steen and Ostade. These days, too, saw the settling of many states in America, the founding of Quebec, New York and Boston.
Strangely apart from all these history-making movements, and from his peers among men, dwelt Rembrandt, the great master, in Amsterdam, serenely happy to-day in painting a portrait of his loved Saskia, to-morrow in etching the features of a wandering Jew. He had given himself, body and soul, to his art, and no man or movement of men could distract him from his work. Year by year his busy brain and dexterous hand produced paintings, etchings, drawings, in slightly varying proportion, but always in amazing quant.i.ty. For his forty-one productive years we find to his credit the average annual output of thirteen paintings, nine etchings, and thirty-nine drawings. And these numbers would be materially greater, doubtless, had we a full record of his work.
A few decades ago the ordinary person thought of Rembrandt only as a great painter; that time has fortunately pa.s.sed. Modern engraving methods have made it possible to spread broadcast reproductions of his etched work.
Thanks to these mechanical engraving-processes some of Rembrandt’s etchings are now familiarly known and, to a degree at least, they are appreciated. No reproduction, however, can ever give the subtle quality of the original, and a revelation comes to one who looks for the first time on some brilliant, early impressions of his famous plates. The ink is still alive; the Chinese or j.a.panese paper which Rembrandt generally used, has sometimes gone very yellow and spotted, but oftener it has the fine mellowness of age. We treat it with respect, almost with reverence, for we recall that these very sheets of paper were dampened and laid upon the etched plate, already prepared by the hands of the great etcher himself. Each impression he pulled was as carefully considered as the biting of the copper plate. He varied the strength of the ink, the method of wiping, the pressure used; knowing the possibilities of his plate, he so manipulated it that it responded to his touch as a piano responds to the touch of a musician. The poor impressions and very late states, of which, unfortunately, many exist, are generally the work of those mercenary ones into whose hands the plates fell after his death-sometimes even before. Like a man with no music in his soul attempting to improve upon a sonata by Beethoven, these people not only printed, haphazard, poor impressions having the master’s name, but sometimes even undertook to rearrange the composition and often to rework the plate.
[No. 1. Rembrandt’s Mother.]
_No. 1. Rembrandt’s Mother._
A hundred years before Rembrandt’s time acid had been used to help out the graver. Durer, among others, used it, and he employed also, but in hesitating manner, the dry-point with its accompanying burr. Rembrandt’s method of utilizing the roughness thrown up on the copper by the dry-point needle was a development of its possibilities that no one else, even among his own pupils, has ever equaled. It was much the same with everything else: the burin of the professional engraver he handled so skilfully that it is impossible to tell where the acid or the dry-point work stopped and the reinforcing work of the graver began. When others tried to combine these methods they failed. The hand of Rembrandt was the obedient servant of his mastermind: so well trained was it that with a preliminary sketch or without it, the needle produced on the smoked wax surface of the copper the picture which floated before him, so correctly that the brain was not diverted from the ideal picture by any crudity in the lines. If the tools, methods, and effects which the great engravers had used suggested anything to him, he freely took them up and bent them to his will. Making free use of all, binding himself to none, he always remained the versatile, independent student. And the strangest thing about it all is that he appears to have recognized, grappled with, and forever solved the problems of the art while nothing but a youth. One of the two etchings which bear the earliest date (1628) and signature is known as “Rembrandt’s Mother: Head and Bust” (No. 1.) It is a delightful little plate, drawn with all the skill and freedom of a practiced hand. Frederick Wedmore, an English authority on etching says that “nothing in Rembrandt’s work is more exhaustive or more subtle,” and S. R. Koehler, an American authority, called it “a magnificent little portrait, complete artistically and technically,” and very truly refers to it as “a prefiguration of what was to come.” A man of twenty-two years already a master-etcher!
[No. 210. Omval.]
_No. 210. Omval._
This etching measures just about two and a half inches square. There are others about the size of a postage-stamp, while the largest one, “The Descent from the Cross” (No. 103), is twenty-two by sixteen and a half inches. The amount of labor on these large plates is overpowering, while the workmanship in the smaller ones is almost unbelievably fine-think of a child’s face not over one-eighth of an inch wide, and hands less than a sixteenth of an inch across, yet really eloquent with expression!
Rembrandt accepted the a.s.sistance of his pupils, as who among the old masters did not? He was, however, not practical enough to profit much by them: he could work to much better advantage alone. Among his thirty or forty pupils Ferdinand Bol, who came to his studio when only sixteen and stayed for eight years, gave his master most a.s.sistance. Bol’s rendering is at times very much like Rembrandt’s. Some critics think, for instance, that he etched most of the “Goldweigher” (No. 167) and “Abraham Caressing Isaac” (No. 148); both, however, are signed by Rembrandt. When these pupils established studios of their own, they made free use of their old master’s compositions, subjects and figures.
With Jan Lievens, his fellow student at Lastman’s studio, with van Vliet, Roddermondt and other engravers and etchers of the time, Rembrandt was on terms of great intimacy. They appear often to have worked on the same plate, and to have borrowed each other’s ideas “without let or hindrance.”
Indeed, it is hard to comprehend the extent to which exchange of ideas was carried at that time. Here is a good ill.u.s.tration of the way things went without protest of any sort being raised. Hercules Seghers etched a large landscape with small figures, after a painting by Adam Elzheimer and an engraving by Count de Goudt, ent.i.tled “Tobias and the Angel.” This copper plate came into Rembrandt’s possession; he burnished out Tobias and his companion, and replaced them by Joseph, Mary and the Holy Child (No. 266).
To cover the erasure he added foliage, but the wing of the angel, the outlines of a leg and various other unused portions of Tobias can still be seen. Rembrandt’s reason for bothering with this plate is incomprehensible. He improved it, undoubtedly, but the composite result is exceedingly commonplace and reflects no credit upon any one. John Burnet, the etcher-author, has drawn attention to the fact that the figure of Christ in “Christ at Emmaus” (No. 282) is taken from one by Raphael, who is known to have borrowed it from da Vinci, and it is thought da Vinci, in his turn, got it from a former master. Rembrandt borrowed also from Rubens, t.i.tian, Mantegna, his pupil Gerard Dou, Van de Velde and others. Many of his contemporaries and successors extended toward him the same sort of flattery.
More than half the subjects of Rembrandt’s etchings are portraits and studies of the human figure; about one-quarter are scriptural or religious. There are two dozen landscapes, and the remainder are allegorical and fancy compositions. We find then the two most productive sources of his inspiration were the men of his day and the men of the Bible. This book appears to have been the only one he knew at all well, but of it he made excellent use. Despite the incongruities of his Biblical compositions, despite the broad Dutch features, the modern, gorgeous apparel and side-whiskers of the patriarchs, the pugilistic proportions of his angels, his etchings have a truth and vital force that there is no withstanding. Perhaps the very fact that he clothed his people in a fashion that he knew well made his pictures the more successful in reaching the hearts of men. In the all too realistic “Abraham’s Sacrifice” (No. 283), in “Joseph’s Coat Brought to Jacob” (No.
104), in the naive “Rest on the Flight” (No. 216), and many, many others, the story-telling quality is exceeding strong and the artistic work above criticism. When we look at “David in Prayer” (No. 258), beside his incongruous four-post bedstead, we cannot but feel that here penitence and sincerity is forcefully depicted. The acme of Rembrandt’s religious work was reached, however in “Christ, with the Sick Around Him” (No. 236) (etched about 1650), which is often called the finest piece of etched work that has ever been produced. It is a combination of pure etching and dry-point, and in the second state, there is an India-ink wash in the background. There are, I think, nine copies of the first state extant; the last one sold at public auction (Christie’s, 1893) brought over $8,500. While the Christ here is not so satisfying as the one in “Christ Preaching” (No. 256) which is remarkably strong and n.o.ble, it is Rembrandt’s typical conception of our Lord-always ministering to real flesh and blood, the poor, suffering, common people. What a striking contrast with the resplendent artificiality which surrounds the Christ of the Italian masters.
[No. 290. Jan Lutma, Goldsmith and Sculptor.]
_No. 290. Jan Lutma, Goldsmith and Sculptor._
Rembrandt was his own most frequent model. He painted about sixty portraits of himself, and among his etchings we find about two score more.
Some of them are large and finished, as the deservedly popular “Rembrandt Leaning on a Stone Sill” (No. 168), which is a perfect example of the possibilities of the etching-needle; others are mere thumb-nail sketches of various expressions of face. He used his mother many times, and also his wife and son. In all these is apparent a delightful sense of joy in his work. Nor is this desirable quality lacking in the wonderful series of large portraits of his friends: the doctors, the ministers, the tradesmen of Amsterdam. Perhaps these were pot-boilers, as some students of his work say, but surely never artist before or since produced to order a group of etchings that, taken entirely apart from his other plates would a.s.sure their author a high place among the greatest etchers. In the whole lot there are few that some authority on etching or some great artist has not held up as an example of work that even the master himself never surpa.s.sed. But an artist cannot always keep himself at concert pitch and when Rembrandt etched the portrait of his friend “Abraham Francen” (No. 291) I feel that he struck an uncertain, almost false note, unworthy of himself. We might, perhaps, account for this by saying, that it was done in 1656, the year of his bankruptcy were it not that the n.o.ble “Jan Lutma” (No. 290) which competes with the “Jan Six” (No. 228) for the place of masterpiece of the entire series, was made the same year.
But he was an unaccountable sort of man who could produce in a poor, naked studio, with untold trouble stalking him on all sides, such an etching as the “Lutma,” such a painting as the “Syndics of the Draper’s Guild,” both of which rank with the best products of his happy, care-free years of luxury.
It is noticeable that Rembrandt had no sittings from persons of high rank. So far as I can find “Burgomaster” is the most exalted t.i.tle that can with certainty be given to any of his patrons. The reason is not far to seek. Rembrandt was not a courtier like Van Dyck and Rubens; he was too independent and too busy to spend time kow-towing to society. A contemporary says of him, “When he painted he would not have given audience to the greatest monarch on earth.” He calmly set at nought established principles and conventional rules, in etiquette as well as in art, and followed the bent of his genius with absolute disregard for the opinions of his fellows. The story of “Night Watch” is characteristic of Rembrandt and shows the whole situation in minature. The members of Captain Banning Cocq’s Company of the Civic Guards were flattered by the offer of Rembrandt, then at the height of his fame, to paint their portraits. The sixteen members destined to figure in the picture gladly subscribed one hundred florins each, and great were their expectations; but even greater their disappointment when the picture was placed on view.
All but a half-dozen felt that they had a distinct grievance against the painter. Had they not paid for portraits of themselves? And they got-what? Here a face in deep shadow, here one half-hid by the one in front, here one so freely drawn as to be unrecognizable. The artist had made a picture, to be sure-but their portraits! Where were their portraits-the portraits they had paid for? Rembrandt had thought out every inch of his picture: he was sure it could not be better, and change it he would not. The resentment was bitter and deep, and the Civic Guards in future bestowed their favors elsewhere.
There were, however, some fellow citizens who recognized his genius and sincerity. These stood by him. Samuel Mana.s.seh ben Israel, whom Cromwell honored, was his neighbor on the Breedstraat, and an intimate friend.
Then there were Jan Sylvius and Cornells Anslo, the Protestant ministers; Fan a.s.selyn and Clement de Jonghe, who were artists; Bonus and Linden, the physicians; Lutma, the goldsmith, and young Jan Six, “Lover of science, art and virtue.” These and a few others are known and honored to-day chiefly because they were Rembrandt’s friends. His recognition of their faithulness to him was shown in a much more permanent form than they knew.
Good impressions of his etched portraits of these men are still to be seen. They are, like all his etchings, rapidly increasing in value. A “Jan Six” sold recently for over $14,000; an “Ephraim Bonus” (No. 226) for $9,000. To possess such a portrait of an ancestor is little short of a patent of n.o.bility. The Six family of Amsterdam happily have not only Rembrandt’s oil-portraits of the Sixes of his day, but also good impressions of the etching of the burgomaster, and even the plate itself-that famous dry-point plate, which the artist worked on for weeks, and which his critics have worked over ever since. Some of these critics hold that even Rembrandt should not have attempted such complete tonality in an etching, that Jan Six urged him to it, and that, in short, as an etching, it comes near to the failure line. Other critics believe that the artist’s idea was to show the utmost extent to which the art could be carried, and that in so doing he produced a masterpiece. Middleton, for instance, thinks that “it is not possible to conceive a move beautiful and more perfect triumph of the etcher’s art.” Few, it is safe to say, can see a good impression of an early state of this portrait without being struck by its great originality and beauty, and upon closer study, I feel a fair-minded person will inevitably fall under the spell of the wonderfully drawn face and hands, the deep, transparent shadows, and the soft, tender light which envelopes the whole.
[No. 183. Jacob and Laban (?)]
_No. 183. Jacob and Laban (?)._
[No. 228. Jan Six.]
_No. 228. Jan Six._
[Tobias and the Angel. By Hercules Seghers]
_Tobias and the Angel. By Hercules Seghers_
[(No. 266). The Flight into Egypt.]
_(No. 266). The Flight into Egypt._
Although Rembrandt had a few such cultivated friends as those mentioned above, it was said of him by a contemporary German painter that “his art suffered by his predilection for the society of the vulgar.” It certainly would have been more profitable for Rembrandt if he had always portrayed people of position and wealth, but that his art suffered because he many times used beggers for models it would be impossible to show. An interesting series of tramps, peddlers and outcasts began with the beginning of his career as an etcher, and ended twenty years later with the production of one of his most popular plates, “Beggars Receiving Alms at the Door of a House,” (No. 233) a very freely handled, splendidly composed etching, in which surprisingly few lines judiciously placed do the work usually allotted to double their number. A little plate of less than four square inches, ent.i.tled “The Quacksalver,” (No. 139), strikes me as the masterpiece of this series. Although Van de Velde is supposed to have given Rembrandt the idea for his drawing, his genius made it his own in realism and movement, and in its beauties of line, color and texture.
“An Old Woman Sleeping” (No. 129)), although scarcely to be included in this series, is another that has wonderful spontaneity. This is no posed model, but one who has actually fallen asleep over her book; Rembrandt sees her, and before her “forty winks” are over, she is immortalized, and probably she never knew it. About 1640 Rembrandt began etching landscapes. They are free and simple in composition and treatment and show even greater force and more suggestive power than those that he painted. Practically all of his two dozen landscape plates hold undisputed first rank. They always have and probably always will. In “Landscape with Trees, Farm-buildings and a Tower” (No. 244), the tower is “ruined” in the third state. A first state print at the Boston Museum of Fine Arts shows the tower in good preservation. One of these prints sold at auction not long ago for over $9,000. Another of the exceedingly satisfactory etchings in the series, one that has exercised a great influence on landscape etching all the world over, is “Omval” (No. 210).
Its creator seemed fond of the fine old tree in this plate. He used it several times elsewhere. “Six’s Bridge” (No. 209) which is almost pure outline, and the “Three Trees” (No. 205), with its great sweep of flat country, have a right to all the praise showered upon them. They, too, are masterpieces.
While Rembrandt’s genius made itself manifest in his landscapes, it surely is absent from most of his animal drawings. We must remember that if he ever went outside of Holland it was for a few months to the east coast of England, and that the opportunity for studying any great variety of animals in either place was not great. His horses, a.s.ses, hogs, etc., improve as the years advance. The little dog with the collar of bells is well drawn. He, undoubtedly, was a member of the family.
It is an interesting fact, at a time when the ill.u.s.trating of books and magazines is such an important art, to know that Rembrandt was offered and accepted some commissions to make ill.u.s.trations for books. These attempts to give form to another’s ideas were not successful-in one case it was such a failure as to leave it still uncertain what he intended to ill.u.s.trate. Vosmaer, his great biographer, says that this print “The Ship of Fortune” (No. 106), pictures incidents in the life of St. Paul, while Michel, another biographer, thinks that it ill.u.s.trates events which gather about Mark Anthony and the battle of Actium!
A score of men-Bartsch, Wilson, Blanc, Middleton, Rovinski, to mention a few-have at sundry times and in divers places compiled annotated catalogues of Rembrandt’s etchings. They, and other students like Vosmaer, Haden, Hamerton and Michel, have given years to study and travel in connection with their books on Rembrandt. All lovers of etching appreciate this and are grateful. Nevertheless, it is amusing sometimes to compare their expert testimony. About 1633 somebody etched a “Good Samaritan.” Several of these experts regretfully, but frankly, admit that Rembrandt is the guilty one. Others are sure that a pupil did the worst of the work; Haden says it is entirely the work of another hand; while yet another declares that of all Rembrandt’s etchings this particular “Good Samaritan” (No. 101) is his favorite. Middleton, to give another instance, thinks that the thick lines from top to bottom, in the fourth state of the “Christ Crucified between Two Thieves,” (“The Three Crosses”) (No. 270) are not Rembrandt’s work, for they serve “to obliterate, conceal and mar every excellence it had possessed.” Haden, however, considers that the time of darkness is represented, and that this particular state is far the finest in effect. Much confusion arises from the fact that sometimes all the states of a plate under discussion are not known to each critic. The whole matter of states is a confusing one. The old idea was that Rembrandt produced various states in order to make more money. But it seems plain now that when Rembrandt changed a plate it was for much better reasons than the making of a few guilders. We know, for instance, that the “Jan Six” plate was changed twice to make needed corrections, and that the second state of the first portrait of his mother simply carries out the original design. On the other hand, it obviously could not have been Rembrandt who made the third state of the “Jan Lutma,” with its hard, ruled lines and great unnecessary window.
If in the days of hardship, when his son, t.i.tus, peddled his etchings from door to door, he could have foreseen the great army of admirers who three centuries later should outbid each other at auctions, and make war in print over his experimental plates, his failures and his trial-proofs-now often exalted into “states”-the very irony of the thing would surely have brought him genuine satisfaction and relaxation.
Rembrandt has said of himself that he would submit to the laws of Nature alone, and as he interpreted these to suit himself, he cannot be said to have painted, or etched, or done anything in accord with our interpretation of recognized or well-grounded laws. With him it was instinct, pure and simple, from youth to old age. He had no secret process of painting or etching; but he had an amazing genius for both.
One October day in 1669 an old man, lonely and forgotten, died in Amsterdam. They buried him in the Wester Kerk and, that he might not be confounded with some other old man, they wrote in the “Livre Mortuaire” of the Kerk, “Tuesday, 8th oct., 1669, rembrant van rijn, painter on the rozengraft, opposite the doolhof. leaves two children.”
Of material things he left little; but the two children: Cornelia, his fifteen year old daughter, and t.i.tia, the posthumous, infant child of t.i.tus, would keep his name alive! Less than a score of years and the family record comes to an abrupt end. No one to-day may claim descent from Rembrandt, but his name has not perished from the earth, nor his influence abated among the sons of men. His name took on new life when he laid it aside; his influence strengthened when he ceased personally to exercise it. Who of us is not his grateful heir? Who does not now do loving reverence to this poor “painter on the rozengraft, opposite the doolhof?” He surely stands among the immortals, one of the foremost painters of all time, the greatest etcher that has yet appeared.
NOTE-The foregoing article was published a few years ago in _The Craftsman_. Of the many commendations received at that time we print but one: