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Parting the curtain on a Bard idea.

By Philip Kennicott The idea was born over dinner in 18th-century London. John Boydell, a prominent and well-to-do publisher and politician, was convinced that England lacked a suitably accomplished and vigorous tradition of history painting--the grand style of epic moments and great men, spread across huge canvases, that was generally regarded as the highest and most edifying form of painting at the time. So, after consulting with the eminent artists of his day, he decided to jump-start it--by commissioning dozens of paintings of scenes by Shakespeare.Boydell's gallery, a short-lived but remarkably influential private museum that opened in 1789, is the subject of the Folger Shakespeare Library's intriguing new exhibition: "Marketing Shakespeare: The Boydell Gallery (1789-1805) and Beyond." It includes paintings commissioned by Boydell, engravings made from them, and other artifacts that show the generally dizzy and appallingly sentimental craze for all things Shakespeare at the end of the 18th century.Boydell had grand plans. He opened his gallery, a 4,000-square-foot space in a very good neighborhood, as part of concerted campaign to promote Shakespeare, commission art and generally elevate English taste. He persuaded prominent artists who are famous still--Joshua Reynolds, Benjamin West, George Romney and Henry Fuseli, among them--to participate. He spent heavily on mediocrities, too.The gallery opened with 34 canvases. By the time it went belly up in 1805--after Boydell had invested a fortune, more than 100,000 pounds--there were 167 paintings, and at least one for each play.The fascinating thing about the current show is how awful most of them are. Boydell was trying to instill the values of history painting, with its strong geometrical form, its condensation of energy and importance in towering figures set against epic backdrops. But often his artists produced small domestic dramas, willowy young men courting pale women in flouncy dresses, surrounded by the markers of domesticity one might expect in a Dutch scene of daily life.Boydell's painters frequently turned to the tradition of theatrical painting, recording intimately the faces and gestures--painfully histrionic by today's standards--that one might conceivably see in an actual performance of Shakespeare.William Hamilton's "The Duke of York Discovering His Son Aumerle's Treachery" is typical. The scene is from "Richard II"; the subject, a father's uncovering of his son's participation in a plot to the kill the king. He tears from the young man's neck a seal that proves his complicity; he berates him; and he ignores his wife's plea not to denounce and destroy their child.The painting feels decidedly stagy. The action is contained within a small space, a window drapery looks suspiciously like a theatrical curtain, and the young man's gesture--right hand thrust to his forehead, his torso inclined backward as if buffeted by a gusty wind of melodrama--is something one might find on the cover of an old penny dreadful.This is not OUR Shakespeare, but a different Bard altogether. Part of the pleasure of this show, an unnerving pleasure at times, is the world of weirdness in another era's conception of literature that we feel we intimately possess and understand.Of course, static images of live performance are almost always painful to look at. Just examine any season brochure for a theater or opera company. Just as human beings are not meant to be seen immediately upon waking up, they are not meant to be seen fixed in frozen form while cavorting on stages. What is grand and powerful and shocking behind the footlights is just ridiculous and silly in the glare of the flashbulb.It's also curious to consider what an odd project Boydell's gallery was, from the very outset. The Folger's Georgianna Ziegler, who curated the show along with Ann Hawkins (an English professor at Texas Tech University), points out that there was not an abundance of art available to the English public at the time. Art museums were virtually nonexistent, and art collections were closely held by the wealthy, to whom one would appeal for the rare chance to study serious painting and sculpture. To see an old master, you needed access to someone's living room.Boydell was throwing open art to a much broader public, and for a while they came. Fanny Burney, the novelist and diarist, visited, though an account she left in her journal in 1792 details a social encounter in the gallery, not a profound communion with Shakespeare. Author Charles Lamb, perhaps the most brilliant mediocrity of his age, visited as well, and wasn't amused. For Lamb, making Shakespeare visual and tangible in images or even performances was an insult to his own imagination and the purity of the Shakespearean experience. (The plays were best encountered, he thought, between the pages of a book, a book with no illustrations.)"What injury (short of the theatres) did not Boydell's "Shakespeare Gallery" do me with Shakespeare," he wrote. "To be tied down to an authentic face of Juliet! To have Imogen's portrait! To confine the illimitable!"These are the grumpy harrumphings of someone who, no doubt, would cringe to see his favorite book made into a movie. But there's more to Lamb's reservations than a highly orthodox and ascetic Bardolatry. Boydell's Gallery was indeed, as this exhibition's title claims, about "marketing Shakespeare", and the market has never been kind to nuance and subtlety and all the private gleanings an individual mind will find in a great work of art. Lamb's key word, "illimitable", is a bit of philosophical silliness that would infect the language of high art down through centuries of insufferable snobbery; but these paintings, no doubt about it, are extremely limited and inadequate to Shakespeare. One might borrow a metaphor Shakespeare obsessed over throughout his career. Boydell's paintings are like the imprints on a coin. They reduce Shakespeare to something easily exchanged--memorable images and engravings available to the general public. In that exchange there is loss. The public remembers not Shakespeare but a neatly distilled version of Shakespeare. The memory hangs on to visual talismans. Shakespeare worried about the "effacement"--the wearing down--of original images. Boydell ran the master through the same mill.Boydell's endeavor failed in part because the Napoleonic wars limited the European audience for the engravings made from the gallery's images. But there were imitators of his project even during his time. And Boydell's images continued to have currency for decades, even centuries after his insolvency. Today we have wax museums, animatronic figures and lifelike statues of famous personages to greet you at historic sites.Great art often inspires. Bad art occasionally teaches. There is more purely sociological data in an Elvis on velvet than a Rothko. Boydell failed to elevate English painting, and he failed to make a lasting gallery of Shakespearean art. But if his gallery still existed, what pleasure to stalk it with the eye of an anthropologist, to catalogue the strange creatures, both bigger and smaller than we'd expect them to be, that he found in the menageries of Hamlet and Lear and Falstaff. 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Date:Oct 4, 2007
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