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Painting nature during these years has accentuated Hockney’s appreciation of the preciousness of each moment and of life itself. Marco Livingstone
Included in the artist’s landmark 2012 retrospective David Hockney: A Bigger Picture at the Royal Academy of Arts, London, Track and Hedgerow, January is a radiant love letter to his native Yorkshire landscape. With loose, impressionistic brushstrokes, Hockney pays tribute to the unspoiled beauty of his homeland: its lonely paths, atmospheric light and undulating fields, as rich and vivid as his childhood memories. Described by Marco Livingstone at the time as “the most commanding [works] he has ever made,” Hockney’s depictions of the Wolds between 2005 and 2008 marked a major new chapter in his forty-year-long career (M. Livingstone, “Home to Bridlington: Routes to a Private Paradise,” in David Hockney: Just Nature, exh. cat. Kunsthalle Würth, Schwäbisch Hall, 2009, p. 188). The artist had made repeated visits home in the years leading up to his mother’s death in 1999, and was struck by the ever-changing splendour of his native county. Returning in 2004, he began to work outdoors, channelling the influence of Constable, van Gogh, Monet and Turner as he captured the shifting light and seasons. Saturated with the same life-affirming glow as his Californian paintings, Track and Hedgerow, January is a poignant elegy to home, infused with new passion, grandeur and technical bravura.
I was painting the land, land that I myself had worked. I had dwelt in those fields, so that out there, seeing for me, necessarily came steeped in memory. David Hockney
Hockney was born in Bradford in West Yorkshire, but felt closely connected to the East Riding of the county. As a boy, he had spent two summers working on farms during the harvest there: “even then I noticed that the scenery was quite beautiful,” he recalls. “The rolling hills, the little valleys” (D. Hockney, quoted in L. Weschler, “Sometime Take the Time,” in David Hockney: Hand Eye Heart, exh. cat. L. A. Louver Gallery, Los Angeles 2005, p. 45). Though Hockney would return to Yorkshire at various points throughout his career, it was not until the late 1990s that he began to paint it—initially at the request of his friend Jonathan Silver, who was battling the final stages of cancer at the time. Silver’s death in 1997, closely followed by that of Hockney’s mother, would ultimately give rise to a newfound yearning for northern England. Keen to explore landscape painting afresh, Hockney had toured Norway, Iceland, Spain and Italy during the early 2000s, before realising that he was simply “painting views … sight-seeing.” Returning to Yorkshire in 2004, where he spent time in Bridlington with his sister, he began to depict his surroundings again. Finally, he recalls, “I was painting the land, land that I myself had worked. I had dwelt in those fields, so that out there, seeing for me, necessarily came steeped in memory” (D. Hockney, quoted in L. Weschler, True to Life: Twenty-Five Years of Conversation with David Hockney, Berkeley, 2008, p. 199).
The present painting bears witness to Hockney’s deep and intuitive affinity with the Yorkshire soil. Its patchwork of nuanced light and colour is immediately recognisable to anyone who has taken a winter walk through the area. There is the thin band of sky, its veil of silver-grey cloud backlit with blue, and a distant, emerald stand of evergreens on the horizon. A reddish patch of ploughed earth shines bright among the chlorophyll of verge and field. Commanding the foreground, the leafless hedgerow reaches its dark boughs skyward. A video of Hockney at work shows him painting these branches in a thatch of deft, whiplash strokes. Devotedly en plein air, he wears a heavy coat and keeps warm with a Thermos flask as he paints. An assistant holds up the finished canvas against the landscape, and Hockney declares himself satisfied.
Hockney’s portraits, often depicting the same subjects over many years, reveal the intimacies and evolutions of his personal relationships. His Yorkshire landscapes display the same warm attention towards his homeland. On its 2006 debut in the exhibition David Hockney – A Year in Yorkshire at Annely Juda Fine Art, Track and Hedgerow, January was shown alongside paintings Hockney had made throughout the year; in the larger Royal Academy show, landscapes painted across several years were organised according to specific sites, so that viewers were taken on a journey through the East Riding. Seen together, the works bear witness to Hockney’s close engagement with the changing seasons. The present painting’s bare hawthorn hedges might elsewhere be seen bejewelled with young green leaves, or bursting into the spectacular blossom of May. It is arguably in the wintry calm seen here, however, that Hockney’s vision is at its most sensitive. “Perhaps contrary to popular expectations,” writes Marco Livingstone, “the best circumstances for painting are not necessarily to be found on cloudless days in spring or summer: it is in autumn or winter, in fact, that this landscape can be studied at its most subtle, branches clearly demarcated when they are denuded of leaves and the colours of the soil and vegetation appearing more intense in the gentler light” (M. Livingstone, “The Road Less Travelled,” in David Hockney: A Bigger Picture, exh. cat. Royal Academy of Arts, London, 2012, p. 25.)
Over the following years, Hockney would explore the most rural corners of the East Yorkshire landscape in almost every available medium: from watercolor, paint and pencil to photography, film and digital inkjet print. The result was not only one of his most distinctive bodies of work, but also an extraordinary technical tour de force. From 2008, he would even make use of the iPad and iPhone as drawing tools. Despite these technological forays, however, Hockney’s work remained firmly grounded in the lessons of art history. His resolve to paint outdoors increased when the major exhibition Constable: The Great Landscapes opened at Tate Britain in the summer of 2006. Hockney especially admired the artist’s “six-footers”—shown together there for the first time—which included loosely-painted full-scale “sketches” as well as polished final versions. He also stood in wonder before Monet’s Nymphéas on a trip to the newly refurbished Musée de l’Orangerie in Paris. Van Gogh, too remained a vital source of inspiration, admired for his ability to capture the eternal flux of the landscape. In California, Hockney had missed the thrill of the changing seasons; back in Yorkshire, they seemed more beautiful and vital than ever before. Bathed in winter light, Track and Hedgerow, January is alive with the revelations of both past and present, capturing the wonder and the familiarity of home.
Included in the artist’s landmark 2012 retrospective David Hockney: A Bigger Picture at the Royal Academy of Arts, London, Track and Hedgerow, January is a radiant love letter to his native Yorkshire landscape. With loose, impressionistic brushstrokes, Hockney pays tribute to the unspoiled beauty of his homeland: its lonely paths, atmospheric light and undulating fields, as rich and vivid as his childhood memories. Described by Marco Livingstone at the time as “the most commanding [works] he has ever made,” Hockney’s depictions of the Wolds between 2005 and 2008 marked a major new chapter in his forty-year-long career (M. Livingstone, “Home to Bridlington: Routes to a Private Paradise,” in David Hockney: Just Nature, exh. cat. Kunsthalle Würth, Schwäbisch Hall, 2009, p. 188). The artist had made repeated visits home in the years leading up to his mother’s death in 1999, and was struck by the ever-changing splendour of his native county. Returning in 2004, he began to work outdoors, channelling the influence of Constable, van Gogh, Monet and Turner as he captured the shifting light and seasons. Saturated with the same life-affirming glow as his Californian paintings, Track and Hedgerow, January is a poignant elegy to home, infused with new passion, grandeur and technical bravura.
I was painting the land, land that I myself had worked. I had dwelt in those fields, so that out there, seeing for me, necessarily came steeped in memory. David Hockney
Hockney was born in Bradford in West Yorkshire, but felt closely connected to the East Riding of the county. As a boy, he had spent two summers working on farms during the harvest there: “even then I noticed that the scenery was quite beautiful,” he recalls. “The rolling hills, the little valleys” (D. Hockney, quoted in L. Weschler, “Sometime Take the Time,” in David Hockney: Hand Eye Heart, exh. cat. L. A. Louver Gallery, Los Angeles 2005, p. 45). Though Hockney would return to Yorkshire at various points throughout his career, it was not until the late 1990s that he began to paint it—initially at the request of his friend Jonathan Silver, who was battling the final stages of cancer at the time. Silver’s death in 1997, closely followed by that of Hockney’s mother, would ultimately give rise to a newfound yearning for northern England. Keen to explore landscape painting afresh, Hockney had toured Norway, Iceland, Spain and Italy during the early 2000s, before realising that he was simply “painting views … sight-seeing.” Returning to Yorkshire in 2004, where he spent time in Bridlington with his sister, he began to depict his surroundings again. Finally, he recalls, “I was painting the land, land that I myself had worked. I had dwelt in those fields, so that out there, seeing for me, necessarily came steeped in memory” (D. Hockney, quoted in L. Weschler, True to Life: Twenty-Five Years of Conversation with David Hockney, Berkeley, 2008, p. 199).
The present painting bears witness to Hockney’s deep and intuitive affinity with the Yorkshire soil. Its patchwork of nuanced light and colour is immediately recognisable to anyone who has taken a winter walk through the area. There is the thin band of sky, its veil of silver-grey cloud backlit with blue, and a distant, emerald stand of evergreens on the horizon. A reddish patch of ploughed earth shines bright among the chlorophyll of verge and field. Commanding the foreground, the leafless hedgerow reaches its dark boughs skyward. A video of Hockney at work shows him painting these branches in a thatch of deft, whiplash strokes. Devotedly en plein air, he wears a heavy coat and keeps warm with a Thermos flask as he paints. An assistant holds up the finished canvas against the landscape, and Hockney declares himself satisfied.
Hockney’s portraits, often depicting the same subjects over many years, reveal the intimacies and evolutions of his personal relationships. His Yorkshire landscapes display the same warm attention towards his homeland. On its 2006 debut in the exhibition David Hockney – A Year in Yorkshire at Annely Juda Fine Art, Track and Hedgerow, January was shown alongside paintings Hockney had made throughout the year; in the larger Royal Academy show, landscapes painted across several years were organised according to specific sites, so that viewers were taken on a journey through the East Riding. Seen together, the works bear witness to Hockney’s close engagement with the changing seasons. The present painting’s bare hawthorn hedges might elsewhere be seen bejewelled with young green leaves, or bursting into the spectacular blossom of May. It is arguably in the wintry calm seen here, however, that Hockney’s vision is at its most sensitive. “Perhaps contrary to popular expectations,” writes Marco Livingstone, “the best circumstances for painting are not necessarily to be found on cloudless days in spring or summer: it is in autumn or winter, in fact, that this landscape can be studied at its most subtle, branches clearly demarcated when they are denuded of leaves and the colours of the soil and vegetation appearing more intense in the gentler light” (M. Livingstone, “The Road Less Travelled,” in David Hockney: A Bigger Picture, exh. cat. Royal Academy of Arts, London, 2012, p. 25.)
Over the following years, Hockney would explore the most rural corners of the East Yorkshire landscape in almost every available medium: from watercolor, paint and pencil to photography, film and digital inkjet print. The result was not only one of his most distinctive bodies of work, but also an extraordinary technical tour de force. From 2008, he would even make use of the iPad and iPhone as drawing tools. Despite these technological forays, however, Hockney’s work remained firmly grounded in the lessons of art history. His resolve to paint outdoors increased when the major exhibition Constable: The Great Landscapes opened at Tate Britain in the summer of 2006. Hockney especially admired the artist’s “six-footers”—shown together there for the first time—which included loosely-painted full-scale “sketches” as well as polished final versions. He also stood in wonder before Monet’s Nymphéas on a trip to the newly refurbished Musée de l’Orangerie in Paris. Van Gogh, too remained a vital source of inspiration, admired for his ability to capture the eternal flux of the landscape. In California, Hockney had missed the thrill of the changing seasons; back in Yorkshire, they seemed more beautiful and vital than ever before. Bathed in winter light, Track and Hedgerow, January is alive with the revelations of both past and present, capturing the wonder and the familiarity of home.