Moonlight, c. 1883-1889, Ralph Albert Blakelock,
courtesy of the High Museum, Atlanta, Georgia
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Whenever I watch moonlight, I think of Ralph Albert
Blakelock, the most famous painter you never heard of. In 1916 he managed
to set a record for the highest price paid for a painting by a living American
artist ($20,000). Sadly, he was in an insane asylum at the time.
Blakelock was born on Christopher Street in what is now Greenwich
Village, in 1847. He was just too young to have served in the American
Civil War, at that impressionable age of boyhood where war is glorious and terrifying.
He started studies at what is now City College of New York,
intending to be a homoeopathist like his father. After three terms, he dropped
out.
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Moonlight, c. 1885-1889, Ralph Albert Blakelock,
courtesy of the Brooklyn Museum
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After the Civil War, many artists traveled through the
American west under the auspices of the Federal government or trading
companies. From 1869-72, Blakelock did a similar thing, but as a free agent.
Traveling alone in the west at that time was a very dangerous matter. Blakelock
lived among the Sioux for a time, traveled down the California coast to Mexico,
and returned to New York via a fruit boat from Panama.
Almost completely self-taught, he began producing landscapes
and scenes of Indian life based on his notes and sketches. His work was
recognized and lauded, and he produced a show at the National Academy of Design. In 1877,
Blakelock married; he and his wife had nine kids.
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Moonlight, Indian Encampment, 1885-1889, Ralph Albert
Blakelock, courtesy of the Smithsonian American Art Museum
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Blakelock may have been a great painter, but he was a financial incompetent and plagued by doubts about the worth of his work. He was simply unable to establish any kind of business to support his family. Profoundly depressed, he began to show signs of mental breakdown. Meanwhile, his wife and children lived in acute financial hardship, which was amplified by the Depression of 1893.
Blakelock suffered his first complete breakdown in 1891. For
eight years he suffered from schizophrenic delusions until he was committed to
the Middletown
State Homeopathic Hospital in Orange County, New York. At the time, that
was the backwoods. He would live there almost until his death.
And that’s where his story went from tragic to sordid. The
19th century romanticized mental illness. Rich people visited asylums
for fun, watching the antics of inmates with great interest, or inviting them
to be entertainment at their parties. Newspapers printed stories of the odd
adventures of lunatics. Blakelock, with his quirks, his odd way of painting,
and his weird behavior, was perfect fodder for this cruel mania.
Enter the swindler, in the form of one Beatrice Van
Rensselaer Adams, née Sadie Filbert. Her questionable charities were outweighed
by her political and social credentials. Blakelock was a perfect lamb to be led
to slaughter. Adams established the Blakelock Fund to support his family, but
of course, its purpose was to enrich her.
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Moonlight, 1885-1889, Ralph Albert Blakelock, courtesy of
the Corcoran Museum. Are you detecting a theme here?
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Harrison Smith, a reporter for the New York Tribune eventually
convinced Blakelock’s keepers that he was, in fact, a famous artist with work in a major retrospective in the city. When taken to
New York to see the show, Blakelock confided to Smith that several of the
paintings on exhibit were forgeries. Since the man was a diagnosed lunatic,
however, Smith kept this information under his hat.
At the time of his death on August 9, 1919, Blakelock was
hailed by the London Times as “one of the greatest of American
artists.”
Blakelock painted in the style we now call tonalism. Popular between
1880 and 1915, it emphasized mood, myth and spirituality, in landscapes that
were rendered in dark, neutral tones. Tonalism was in part an emotional
reaction to the profound, heartbreaking damage of the Civil War. It was the
perfect métier for a fragile, broken man.



3 comments:
Oh my😖
A doubly sad story for what it says about human beings 😔
It does raise great questions about our motivations to good or evil, doesn't it?
I love reading your art history writings about infamous artists Carol! You are a gem of an art historian! This poor man had so many trials in life...and his poor family suffered under his demise. It is retched what evils lie in the hearts of mankind, that they would further ruin his life. Oh, but what an artist he was! Thanks for sharing this story.
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