Yesterday I wrote
about painters who continued working into their dotage. Today, I give you an
example of one who didn’t even start until after most of her peers were dead.
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Hoosick Falls, New York,
In Winter, 1944, Grandma Moses
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“The examples
you gave yesterday are of people who have painted their whole lives,” a reader
wrote. “I won’t have time to learn to paint until I retire. Do you think that
is also true for people who take up painting at a later age?”
Leaving aside the idea that other work makes painting
impossible (it doesn’t), we have a great example in Anna Mary Robertson “Grandma”
Moses. She was born in 1860 in Greenwich, New York. She died in 1961 in
Hoosick Falls, which is about twenty miles south. She had given birth to ten
children, five of whom survived. She and her husband subsisted as small farmers,
making much of what they had and doing without. From our 21st
century viewpoint, her life was hard and limited in scope.
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Wash Day, 1945,
Grandma Moses
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Still, that band of land from Greenwich to Hoosick Falls is
arguably New York’s most sublime landscape, a region of soft rolling hills,
fertile fields and pretty, old farmhouses. The other place where she lived for two
decades, Staunton,
Virginia, is in the Shenandoah Valley. It could be described exactly the
same way. Both are places where rich urbanites come to vacation and appreciate the beauties of nature, but where the locals struggle to keep the house painted.
Grandma Moses did not take up painting until she was 78, but
she showed an inclination toward art for her whole life. She had rudimentary
art lessons in the one-room schoolhouse she attended (now the Bennington
Museum in Vermont), and access to art supplies from the family who hired
her as a farm hand at the age of twelve.
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Mt. Nebo On The Hill, crewel
embroidery, 1940, Grandma Moses
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She produced quilts,
dolls, and much crewel embroidery. Her unique painting style resonates with
the values of her needlework, which in turn was influenced by the Currier & Ives lithographs
of her childhood. Long before she was a painter, she was embroidering landscape
paintings of her own design. In fact, she only took up painting when arthritis
made holding a needle too difficult.
Moses was discovered by art collector Louis
Caldor, who saw her work in the window of Thomas' Drug Store in Hoosick Falls. Three of the
paintings he bought were then included in the Contemporary
Unknown American Painters exhibition at The Museum of Modern Art
in New York in 1939. Two one-woman New York shows immediately followed. This
began Moses’s meteoric rise in the art world. By 1943, there was an overwhelming
demand for her paintings.
Her homespun viewpoint contrasted sharply with the abstract-expressionist Zeitgeist of post-war intellectual America. She was popular for all the same reasons her friend Norman Rockwell was popular. By the middle of the 20th century, there was a noticeable split between the cognoscenti and the middle classes in terms of values and mores. It has only become wider and deeper today.
Most of Grandma Moses's paintings were done on cardboard and
are relatively small. She painted her scenes first, and then inserted figures going about the daily work of farm life. She didn’t draw from life or
photographs, but from her own fertile imagination. Because of this, her
paintings are reminiscent of the Labours of the
Seasons from medieval Books
of Hours.
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Country Fair, 1950,
Grandma Moses
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She belongs in the pantheon of naïve painters because
she was self-taught, but to say that she was in any way primitive is risible,
considering what has followed in the art world.





2 comments:
I love this artist and I love that it's never too late. Thank for sharing her life and work. I love how she painted. I really do. I'm really happy that even though it was later in life, her work that was so meaningful to her only, became adored by a population of people with total respect for her life that became her paintings, her true expressions. That is so cool. I would love to see her art person.
Bennington is not that far away, just a hop, skip and a jump off US 90 if you're heading west.
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