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SAMUEL
PALMER
1805 - 1881
The Shearers
1833 - 34
Oil and tempera on
panel
20 3/8 by 28 inches; 51.5 by
71.2 cms.
In pervading biblical symbolism. Power. Dancing, curving rhythm. Vibrant harmony.
Richness of colour. Golden glimmering light. And gently brooding shadow. And in
energies of sublime and extraordinary contrast, The Shearers is unique
among Palmer’s most inspired visions. For it represents both his vision of
Paradise, and the very real dangers he saw threatening his ideal of a heaven on
earth.
Lister
in his catalogue raisonné shows no other work with its range of subject,
movement and symbolism; nor its monumental presence and scale. He writes:
A group of richly textured and abundantly coloured
paintings of this period includes some of Palmer’s greatest and most
attractive work. Such work reached its ultimate expression in The Shearers
and The
Sleeping Shepherd.
The
Sleeping Shepherd slumbering in the
same barn entrance, is however smaller, painted principally in tempera, on
paper. And of a different order.
In
The Valley of Vision, Grigson, the Palmer biographer, writes;
Great richness of technique was used to realise The
Shearers.
In this Palmer combined oil and tempera so as to render every nuance of texture
from the light on the distant hills and in the sky to the detailed depiction,
almost Dutch in its realism, of the group of implements on the right. There is
also an advance in the drawing of the figures, the shearers and their helpers;
rarely if ever before this had Palmer portrayed figures so convincingly in
movement.
Palmer’s
‘Shoreham Period’ [c.1825-1835] is unique - in the art of any nation.
When he was living at Shoreham, in Kent, he produced
some of the most extraordinary and passionately felt pastorals in any art……whose richness, mystery and fantasy is unique in British
landscape art. This flowering of Palmer’s art is all the more remarkable for
being so brief but its brevity is not hard to account for. Palmer’s work at
Shoreham was made in isolation, intensely personal, part of a mystical and,
often, overtly religious experience, shared only with a few other people.
David
Blaney Brown Senior
Curator, The Tate Gallery
Alfred
Palmer, the artist’s son, writes:
Had the artist depended for his material solely on
the fields, and woods, and hills around him, and had he used that material in a
sordid way, he might have given us faithful representations of those he
selected, but there would have been inevitable repetition, and he would never
have shown us as he has undoubtedly done, the very spirit and quintessence of
the loveliest and most poetic pastoral scenery - scenery which we may imagine as
that of ancient England, when shepherds piped upon their pipes, and the clouds
dropped fatness.
And
of this painting:
The doors of a great barn (on the floor of which we
stand) are open before us, and form a kind of frame to the subject. In the
chequered shade of some trees outside, a group of men and girls are busy over
their sheepshearing. Beyond and far below them an expanse of undulating country
rolls away, glowing in a flood of sunshine. Within the barn on our right is a
group of admirably painted rural implements, together with a rustic hat, which
was one of my father’s most treasured possessions occurring over and over
again in the works of this time. A striking feature in the picture is the bold
colouring peculiar to this era in the painter’s life.
Like
Blake, Palmer envisioned in the English landscape a spiritual Jerusalem. Shortly
before their first meeting, Palmer wrote:
A group of different sex and age reaping, might be
shewn in the foreground going down a walk in the field toward the above cottage
island, and over the distant line that bounds this golden sea might peep up
elysian hills, the little hills of David, or the hills of Dulwich or rather the
visions of a better country which the Dulwich fields shew will to all true
poets.
A
vision of The Shearers had begun to appear.
Lister
records approximately 156 Shoreham works [58-214]. 47 are untraced
[38 since 1893]. Of the 109 reproduced, only nine are in oil.
Of these, Adam and Eve was painted during the first two years of
his stay. The remaining eight were painted towards the end.
Of
the five oils now in private hands, The Shearers is the largest and most
important.
Blake
Palmer
was nineteen when he met Blake. In painting The Shearers he depicts, more
vividly and faithfully than any other artist, Blake’s own vision of a Paradise
England. A vision Blake never pictorially realised so completely, on so large a
scale. And with such richness.
Lister,
in his catalogue writes:
Blake’s greatest influence, apart from his
magnetic personality, came from his Pastorals of Virgil wood engravings,
a comparatively minor work, but one which happened to chime with the young
Palmer’s visionary yearning.
And
of Blake’s influence on The Shearers:
The golden blue hills beyond recall the landscape of
The Magic Apple Tree. The figures of the two men at the left are charged
with energy, poised as if they were about to begin a dance.
These and others are reminiscent of figures in
Blake’s engraved books: the man second from the left was probably derived from
that of The Traveller Hasteth in the Evening in ‘The Gates of
Paradise’, and there are several parallels with the woman dressed in blue at
the right in ‘Songs of Innocence and of Experience’.
Palmer
was moved and inspired by Blake’s Virgil woodcut engravings. Their influence
is present in The Shearers - Palmer’s
own ‘corner of Paradise’.
I sat down with Mr Blake’s Thornton’s Virgil
woodcuts before me, thinking to give to their merits my feeble testimony. I
happened first to think of their sentiment. They are visions of little dells,
and nooks, and corners of Paradise; models of the exquisite pitch of intense
poetry. I thought of their light and shade, and looking upon them, I found no
word to describe it. Intense depth, solemnity, and vivid brilliancy only coldly
and partially describe them. There is in all such a mystic and dreamy glimmer as
penetrates and kindles the inmost soul, and gives complete and unreserved
delight, unlike the gaudy daylight of this world. They are like all that
wonderful artist’s works the drawing aside of the fleshly curtain, and the
glimpse which all the most holy, studious saints and sages have enjoyed, of that
rest which remaineth to the people of God. The figures of Mr Blake have
that intense, soul-evidencing attitude and action, and that elastic, nervous
spring which belongs to uncaged immortal spirits.
Twenty-eight
years after Blake’s death, Palmer wrote of Blake’s overwhelming impression
upon him:
In him you saw at once the Maker, the Inventor; one
of the few in any age: a fitting companion for Dante. He was energy itself, and
shed around him a kindling influence; an atmosphere
of life, full of the ideal. To walk with him in the country was to perceive the
soul of beauty through the forms of matter; and the high, gloomy buildings
between which, from his study window, a glimpse was caught of the Thames
and the Surrey shore, assumed a kind of grandeur from the man dwelling near
them…He was a man without a mask; his aim single, his path straightforwards,
and his wants few; so he was free, noble, and happy. His eye was the finest I
ever saw: brilliant, but not roving, clear and intent, yet susceptible; it
flashed with genius, or melted
in tenderness. It could also be terrible. Cunning and falsehood quailed under
it, but it was never busy with them. It pierced them, and turned away…He
was one of the few to be met with in our passage through life, who are not in
some way or other, ‘double-minded’ and inconsistent with themselves; one of
the very few who cannot be depressed by neglect, and to whose name, rank and
station could add no lustre. Moving apart, in a sphere above the attraction of
worldly honours he did not accept greatness, but confer it. He ennobled poverty,
and, by his conversation and the influence of his genius, made two small rooms
in Fountain court more attractive than the threshold of princes.
When Palmer painted his barn, was he thinking also of Blake’s last dwelling?
The
Danger
Bindman in his essay The
Politics of Vision: Palmer’s Address to the Electors of West Kent 1832,
in the current Palmer exhibition catalogue, describes Palmer’s passionate
response to the 1832 Reform Act. Palmer held the instigators of this act
responsible for the recent violence and burning of farmers’ property across
Kent. And saw this tragic disruption of an ancient, sanctified order as being
directly inspired by the contemporary political uprisings in France.
Palmer wrote and published his pamphlet a few months before beginning The Shearers. He proposes the Tory candidate, Sir William Geary, as a vital bulwark against an iniquitous tide of violence and anarchy. And vehemently argues that the 1832 Reform Act would, in abolishing tithes to the Church, destroy a centuries’ old, harmonious, sacred way of English life.
The passionate sentiment expressed in these extracts from Palmer’s 1832 Address To The Electors of West Kent [available in complete form] seems to mould every aspect of the two figures moving violently forward in the surrounding stillness. And explain the unique symbolic appearance in Palmer’s work, of the scythe and implements so prominently displayed.
She
[France] obtained her freedom: and, alas! immediately lost it again,
irretrievably: by confiding it, as the people of England are at this moment
confiding their own – to revolutionary empyrics. Then, when suddenly
distracted with an infernal phrenzy, her songs
and dances became the yells and contortions of possession: and, in a frantic
spasm, she hurled over the Continent fire-brands, arrows, and death: who, with
more alacrity than the Kentish patriot, sprang forward, and bound the demoniac?
…..
And
shall we, even now, bitten with that selfsame madness: while, though somewhat
exhausted
with her paroxysm, France yet heaves in incurable distraction: shall we mistake
her ravings for the voice of Delphic Sibyl; and proceed to model, or rather
unmodel, every institution of our country, and tumble them all together, into
the semblance of that kingless, lawless, churchless, Godless, comfortless, and
most chaotic Utopia of French philosophy?
Farmers
of Kent – we are tempted with a share of the promised spoliation of the
CHURCH! – There was a time when every Kentish yeoman would have spurned at the
wretch who should have dared to tickle him with such a bait - to offer him such
an insult! But piety and honour are in the sepulcher.
He
who has now withdrawn Himself for a while, and from His high and invisible watch
tower in the heavens, is beholding the fury of His enemies, and the lukewarmness
of his servants: will suddenly descend among us, and deliver us
gloriously, at that
moment when we shall
lay
the ark of our liberties
on the alter of the sanctuary; and, banded together in one impregnable phalanx
of holy patriotism - SWEAR TO DEFEND THEM IN HIS NAME!
Is
this the rant of a fanatic?-NO. It is the zealous but sober voice of one who
dares to speak what millions think: millions, who seem stunned and
panic-stricken by the yelling of a crew of savages, and a thoughtless rabble who
follow them. It is the voice of one who would deem it happiness and glory
indeed, to die for his country….
Permit
me to suggest to you, Electors of West Kent, that this is no time to multiply
party distinctions, or to remember old grudges. We should travel in Caravan:
prepared against a horde of thieves far more cruel than wandering Arabs. These
highwaymen will rifle us if they catch us singly; but take to their heels over
hedge and ditch, should they once meet us walking together on the King’s
Highway.
Brother
Electors; we have been requested to return to Parliament two Gentlemen, who
have, unhappily, ranked themselves under the standard of the, so called, Radical
Reformers. Personal remark is remote from my intention: but I would remind you
that the Radicals have ever been found adverse to the agricultural interest:
that whatever they may pretend; they will, if possible, sweep away your
protecting duties.
…
They were the wretched leaders of this wretched faction, who, during the late
dreadful fires, strenuously encouraged the incendiaries! Some of the most
abandoned of them published cheap tracts for distribution among the poor,
stimulating them to fire their master’s property. But now, if there be a
Radical Parliament; the starvation produced by free trade, and the consequent
reckless desperation of the peasantry; will supersede the necessity of all other
stimulants. If, then, you patronise Radicalism, in any shape, you will have
yourselves to thank for the consequences.
Already,
the fires have begun. Do you wish them to blaze once more over the kingdom? If
you do; send Radicals into Parliament; make Radicals of the poor; and as those
principles effectually relieve all classes from every religious and moral
restraint; neither property nor life will be for a moment secure. Conflagration
has already ravaged your harvests; and assassination and massacre are in its
train.
Let
us rally once more; Whigs, Tories, Moderates; and especially every Christian man
in West Kent;-it may be for the last time;-round the noble standard of Old
Kentish Loyalty; and defend it to the last…..If we perish in the contest; let
it not be, O spirit of Albion, as recreants and dastards: but with Thy standard
clenched in our grasp, or folded about our hearts!

The
tonsured figure, his body tensed to danger, his shears clasped dagger-like to
plunge into the attacking foe, mirrors so vividly Palmer’s fervour, his Spirit
of Albion; thy standard clenched in our grasp
as to assume the character of a self-portrait.

The powerful young ‘Yeoman of Kent’ leaps into battle.

His
companions, untroubled, continue their timeless, peaceful ritual. But one, soft
shadow and light sensually moulding her slender neck and shoulders, faces
mysteriously away; dreamily contemplating the peaceful golden valley and
sheep-scattered hills turning to blue and fading into distant sky. Or standing
alert to announce the approaching foe?

The ‘impaling’ scythe so menacingly featured in the foreground is both a symbol of the destruction and death Palmer foresees in ‘The Radicals’ ascent to power. And very possibly, a direct reference to the recently introduced ‘threshing machine’ which, with failing harvests, had caused a third of Kent’s peasantry to become unemployed.
Shears,
sword-like, upon the ground. The wooden pitchfork, its prongs closing to a
single, piercing point. And Palmer’s cherished straw hat proclaiming his
gentle presence - yet attached to an implement of potentially devastating
destruction. Curving strips of wood - perhaps skeletal remains, animal or human,
of mythological proportion? And the shroud-like cloak hanging from the
scythe’s neck-stump handle. This group stands sentinel-like, in light and
darkening shadow – a foreboding portent of the battle ahead.
The sepulchral
quality of
the barn echoes
the mood
of his
etching
‘The Sepulchre’ begun
c.1880; and inscribed while the troubled moon shrunk in and set/ Th’earth
trembled, and the starless heav’n was jet.
Milton
For
twenty years Palmer carried in his pocket a copy of ‘Paradise Lost’ given
him by his nurse:
When less than four years old, as I was standing
with her, watching the shadows on the wall from the branches of elm behind which
the moon had risen, she transferred and fixed the fleeting image in my memory,
by repeating the couplet.
Fond Man, the vision of a moment made,
Dream of a dream, and shadow of a shade.
I never forget those shadows, and am often trying to
paint them.
The
fragility of a moment dreamed in Heaven, seems perfectly realised in
The
Shearers.
On
the mount of his watercolour The Golden Valley, Palmer inscribed these
lines from ‘Paradise Lost’:
If
chance the radiant sun with farewell sweet
Extend
his evening beam, the fields revive,
The
birds their notes renew, with bleating herds
Attest
their joy, that hill and valley rings.
Originally
begun as a commission, he chose, as a devotional act, to spend some seventeen
years, illustrating Milton’s Comus and Lycidas.
Right
against the Eastern Gate
Where
the great sun begins his state,
Robed
in flames and amber light
The
clouds in thousand liveries dight:
While
the ploughman near at hand,
Whistles
o’er the furrowed land,
And
the milkmaid singeth blithe,
And
the mower whets his scythe,
And
every shepherd tells his tale
Under
the hawthorn in the dale
L’Allegro, 11, 59-68
Milton
too inspired Palmer to paint his ‘Paradise Picture’.
The
Bible
Palmer
read and studied his bible each day.
Shoreham
1826:
God worked in great love with my spirit last
night, giving me a founded hope that I might finish my ‘Naomi
before Bethlehem’…Satan tries violently to make me leave reading the Bible and
praying…O artful enemy, to keep me, who devote myself entirely to poetic
things, from the best of books and the finest, perhaps, of all poetry. I will
endeavour, God helping, to begin the day by dwelling on some short piece of
scripture, and praying for the Holy Ghost thro’ the day to inspire my art.

He inscribed the reverse of his ‘The Valley Thick with Corn’:
Thou
crownest ye year with thy goodness; and the
clouds
drop fatness. They drop upon ye
dwellings
of ye wilderness; and ye little
hills
shall rejoice on every side.
The
folds shall be full of sheep; the
valleys
also shall
stand
so thick with corn; that they shall
laugh
and sing.
LXV
Psalm 11-13
The Shearers
reverberates with the words and imagery of Blake’s Jerusalem.
And
did those feet in ancient time
walk
upon England’s mountains green?
And
was the holy Lamb of God
On
England’s pleasant pastures seen?
And
did the countenance divine
Shine
forth upon our clouded hills?
And
was Jerusalem builded here
among
those dark satanic mills
Bring
me my bow of burning gold
Bring
me my arrows of desire
Bring
me my spear. O clouds unfold
Bring
me my chariot of fire.
I
will not cease from mental fight,
Nor
shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till
we have built Jerusalem
In
England’s green and pleasant land.
Paradise
is hard won. Never given. As Blake’s hymn so inimitably and wonderfully tells
us. Evil remains ever present; and we must …not cease from mental fight,
till we have built Jerusalem in England’s green and pleasant land.
No
picture has given greater pictorial form to this most movingly evocative and
loved of all English hymns.
Conclusion
The
Shearers is among the great poetic
visionary paintings of ‘England’s green and pleasant land’. It stands in
the spirit of Blake and Milton – a homage to both. Its passion and biblical,
political symbolism make this a work of peculiar English genius. And proclaim a
message as relevant today.
Vibrant, powerful, lyrical and tender The Shearers conveys Palmer’s mystical vision of a pastoral, biblical England where harmony reigns. But evil threatens. And Paradise is fragile and miraculous. Peace and beauty prevail. And Palmer attains his vision of an English summer’s day in Paradise.
Everywhere
curious, articulate, perfect and inimitable of structure, like her own
entomology, nature does yet leave a space for the soul to climb above her
steepest summits. As, in her own dominion, she swells from the herring to
leviathan, from the hodmandod to the elephant, so divine. Art piles mountains on
her hills, and continents upon those mountains.
However,
creation sometimes pours into the spiritual eye the radiance of Heaven: the
green mountains that glimmer in a summer gloaming from the dusky yet blooming
east; the moon opening her golden eye, or walking in brightness among innumerate
islands of light, not only thrill the optic nerve, but shed a mild, a grateful,
an unearthly lustre into the inmost spirits, and seem the interchanging twilight
of that peaceful country, where there is no sorrow and no night.
After
all, I doubt not but there must be the study of this creation, as well as art
and vision; tho’ I cannot think it other than the veil of Heaven, through
which her divine features are dimly smiling; the setting of the table before the
feast; the symphony before the tune; the prologue of the drama; a dream, and
antepast, and proscenium of eternity.
Palmer to John Linnell
December 1828
Richard
Nathanson © 2005
Provenance: Alfred Palmer, the artist’s son.
His sale at Christies [24.5.09, lot 118]
Sampson, acquired at the above sale.
Christies Anon sale, [25.5.1936, lot 109].
F.R.Meatyard, acquired at the above sale.
Leger Galleries, 1937.
Henry Reitlinger, acquired from the above.
Sotheby’s, sale of Reitlinger collection [27.1.1954, lot 124].
Agnews, acquired at above sale.
Acquired from the above by the father of the present owners in 1954.
Literature: Raymond Lister, Catalogue
Raisonné of the Works of Samuel Palmer,
1988.
Reproduced Plate.178.
The exhibition catalogue for the British Museum bicentenary exhibition mentioned below
[reproduced in colour].
Exhibited: The British Museum, London, Samuel Palmer, Bicentenary Exhibition,
October 2005 – January 2006.
The Metropolitan
Museum, New York, Samuel Palmer,
Bicentenary
Exhibition, March – May 2006.
The above exhibitions represent the first major showing of Palmer’s work since 1926.

1805 - 1881
watercolour, bodycolour, gum arabic, gold paint, with ‘scratching out’ over pencil.
5 3/16 by 6 ¼ inches; 12.9 by 16 cms.
Inscribed on the supporting sheet:
If chance the radiant sun with
farewell sweet
Extend his evening beam, the fields revive,
The birds their
notes renew, with bleating herds
Attest their joy, that hill and valley rings.
In his Palmer Catalogue Raisonné, Lister reproduces this work [Plate 174]. And dates it 1833-34. It is the only Shoreham work in his catalogue to be inscribed [on the supporting sheet] with the lines inspiring its creation.
Among the sixteen ‘Shoreham Period’ works on paper, which Lister reproduces and states as being in private hands, this watercolour is unique in richness and importance.
It expresses Palmer’s spiritual vision of a paradise place in the English countryside - a glowing golden valley where beauty, peace and harmony reign.
Richard Nathanson is a private art adviser and art historian.
For further information e-mail: richard@richardnathanson.co.uk