The Reputation of Bloomsbury Painters.
The upper-middle class aesthetic set known as the “Bloomsbury Group” will need no introduction to students of literary criticism, devotees of modernist novel-writing, and viewers of sensationalised soap operas about the romantic entanglements of this set of closeted intellectuals and hyper-aesthetic individuals. Bloomsbury “lived in squares but loved in triangles,” so the saying goes. However, though the names of Lytton Strachey, Virginia Woolf, T.S. Eliot and others are well-known, the painters associated with this circle languish in relative obscurity save when they are dragged into the light for the occasional beating at the hands of curators and critics. Why are artists like Duncan Grant, Vanessa Bell (Virginia’s sister), neglected at best, and mauled at worst by an unforgiving art history establishment? Both Grant and Bell are considered in more detail below, but it is helpful to preface those biographies with some notes on the reputation of Bloomsbury painters since the war. Of the two, Grant has had an easier ride with art historians finding things to equally praise as well as blame. For example, after Grant’s death in 1978, Kenneth Clark wrote an assessment praising Grant’s merits as both a scene designer and landscapist; though he emphasises that the abstract formal pictures of Grant’s early career were mainly the result of applying Roger Fry’s theories to art.[1] Over a decade later, in one of the most influential accounts of English modernism, Charles Harrison seemed keen to write Bell and Grant out of English art after the closure of the Omega workshops in 1918.[2] However, the severest criticism has been directed at Vanessa Bell, exemplified in 1993 with the notorious misogynistic remark of the late Brian Sewell who dismissed a nude of Bell as hardly “the favourite of a purblind lesbian.”[3] A few years later, in 1999, a tribe of critics came whooping after the Bloomsburies intent on securing scalps to display in their various journalistic trophy rooms. More moderate and reasonable voices have cautioned against this wholesale massacre. True, Bloomsbury may not be the greatest art in the world, but it is part of the story of English modernism, and therefore deserves calmer, restrained assessment. For example, Andrew Graham Dixon rightly pointed up the importance of Bloomsbury work to applied art and design which though born of Fry’s Omega Group, had a distinctive character of its own when produced by Bell and Grant.[4] And it does a grave disservice to Grant to dismiss him as a mere decorator or “an invention of Fry” (Wyndham Lewis) when there are many fine pictures, especially in the earlier phases of his career which clearly found favour with French artists like Jacques Émile Blanche who taught him . It may be the case that Bloomsbury art awaits a more sympathetic and knowledgeable expositor to provide a clear optic rather than the prejudiced distorting mirror through which Bloomsbury art is usually seen.
[1] “Duncan Grant” in Douglas Blair Turnbaugh, Duncan Grant and the Bloomsbury Group (1987), 107-108.
[2] Charles Harrison, English Art and Modernism 1900-1939, (Yale, 1981), 145f.
[3] Brian Sewell, Review of womens’ art at the Tate Gallery, 1993, collected in The Reviews that Caused the Rumpus, (Bloomsbury, 1994), 177-180.
[4] AGD, “The Art of Bloomsbury” on his website.