A Bigger Picture,
the exhibition of David Hockney’s landscapes, especially those of his native
Yorkshire, was almost overwhelming in its scale. The paintings were mostly huge
and many had such bright colours that it took some time for me to get over a sense of
shock. Being a traditionalist, I liked his more naturalistic works and I found
Hockney’s occasionally vivid palette to be too much for my conventional taste. There
was an exception, the painting entitled Winter
Timber. It was the bleakness of the subject that I found fascinating, with
felled wood stacked up and ready to be taken out on a track passing through
leafless, wintry trees and over the horizon in the far distance. Alongside the
felled timber is a dead tree stump, an icon which appears out of place. We all
put our own interpretations on what we see and for me the painting represents
death and the achievements of each of our lives, which will be removed and forgotten. However,
the one tree stump remains as a symbol - but of what? Of death certainly,
but also of the existence beyond death of works of art (the stump
that clearly meant a lot to Hockney has since been destroyed by vandals).
There is something about trees, and especially dead trees,
that moves us. They are larger than we are and decay more slowly, remaining
sometimes for decades or even centuries, as reminders of a past life. We know
that one group of dead trees was of particular significance to another great
English artist, the composer Sir Edward Elgar. At the end of
the 1910s, Elgar became disillusioned and miserable after the devastating
events of the First World War and the ending of the values of the Edwardian
era. His last major work, the Cello Concerto, reflects this in having a sense
of yearning for earlier times. It was also a time when Lady Elgar, his greatest
support, suffered from illness and the composer must have felt intimations of mortality
(to borrow from Wordsworth). Three chamber works were completed by Elgar at
about the same time as the Cello Concerto and these all have an eerie, mysterious quality. We
find out from Billy Reed, the violinist and good friend of Elgar’s, that a group of
dead trees near Brinkwells, a cottage
in Sussex that provided an escape for the Elgars, influenced the composer
strongly at this time: 1
A favourite short walk from the
house up through the woods brought one clean out of the everyday world to a
region prosaically called Flexham Park, which might have been the Wolf’s Glen
in Der Freischütz. The
strangeness of the place was created by a group of dead trees which, apparently
struck by lightning, had very gnarled and twisted branches stretching out in an
eerie manner as if beckoning one to come nearer, To walk up there in the evening
when it was just getting dark was to get “the creeps”..
..The rather oriental and fatalistic themes in the quintet, and the air
of sadness in the quartet, like the wind sighing in those dead trees - I can
see it all whenever I play any of these works, or hear them played. Elgar was
such a nature-lover and had such an impressionable mind that he could not fail
to be influenced by such surroundings. There was so powerful a fascination for
him there that he was always strolling up to look at the scene again.
In Portrait of Elgar,
2 Michael Kennedy records that Lady Elgar referred to these late chamber
works as “wood magic” and she made direct reference to the dead trees as having
an influence on the Quintet. It was the “curse” of being struck by lightning
that provided the force - these were not trees that had died naturally, but
ones which had been killed by an outside force. You can hear the mysterious
quality of the work in this clip of a fine performance:
So, two great artists inspired by dead trees; one by cut
timber and a single stump and the other by a group of dead trees killed by lightning.
Of the very large number of trees in Great Britain, it was these that acted as inspirations. For
all of us, dead trees remind us of what we leave behind, whether we are great
artists or not.
1 W.H.Reed (1936) Elgar as I knew him. London, Victor Gollancz.
2 Michael Kennedy (1968) Portrait of Elgar. Oxford, Oxford University Press.
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