The other day I was exploring Eastern Europe painting with a friend. JM and I often have these purely pictorial exchanges, sending images to each other, trying to unearth lesser masters and discrete jewels of the history of fine arts. As it turned out, the second half of the nineteenth century in Russia is a painting goldmine — if you don’t insist too much on being at the avant-garde.
Anyway, I found myself looking at Polenov’s work. His academism is not entirely devoid of merit, but that’s not my point here. What caught my eye when looking at this:
was a kind of familiar way to look at water, to find the micro events on the surface interesting. To be drawn by a landscape as soon as there’s water in it. Suddenly it dawned on me: this guy must have been a fisherman. The places, the space he builds, strongly invite an exploration with the rod.
I’ve not pursued an investigation into his life, but a good chunk of his work fits with the hypothesis.
This is, to my knowledge, the only representation of fishing in Polenov’s paintings. It also happens to be, at least in my view, one of his best works. The phantasmagorical background is really good.
With the years, the palette grew stronger. Water is still one of the central themes.
Polenov won’t make it in my shortlist of painters, not even of the nature painters. Maybe I’m having one of those fits again. Maybe it’s more about me… But I’m sure any fisherman can relate to his way of looking at water. What I would call the fisherman’s gaze.