John ReedTHE NOLAN RETROSPECTIVESidney Nolan is easily the most publicised ofall Australian painters, and, if for this reasonalone, it is logical that he should have a retrospectiveexhibition throughout the country; butof course the very fact of his popularity, aswell as the sheer weight of the exhibition makeit difficult to approach it objectively. Themajority tend to follow automatically theimage that has been created for them, and,inevitably others react against this. In eithercase the true value of the paintings is liableto elude the observer, and, in fact, we mustremember that this 'true value' may elude themost perceptive contemporary observer, andits assessment must wait for a later generation.In the meantime one does as well as one can,remembering that in selecting and presentingthis exhibition, Nolan has taken the risk ofexposing his weaknesses as well as his power,and that one must approach it equally exposedand with one's perceptive faculties fully alert.In reviewing (I think in the Bulletin) ElwynLynn's recent book 'Sydney Nolan. Myth andImagery', Dr Bernard Smith laid the groundopen for a much more complete research intoNolan's work and its sources and implicationsthan has ever previously been undertaken. Itprovides a powerful and important challengewhich deserves to be taken up by someonehaving the necessary scholarship and insight;but my own concern in this article is with thepaintings themselves as they present themselvesto my eyes. I am concerned far more in knowing// they succeed—which involves an aestheticvalue-judgment—than in tracing theirsource in Nolan's philosophy, their symbolicsignificance, their link with tradition, their interrelationshipbetween themselves, or anyother of their aspects which, to me, are moreessentially the province of the research studentor the historian than they are of the contemporaryobserver reacting to the pictorial imagepresented to him.Quite clearly this is a personal and subjectiveapproach; but I believe that, with some explanations,it is the best approach available tothe contemporary viewer of works of art. Heis in a particular position: he is part of theworld of today (as the artist is), and, as such,the art which is being created now is, in asense, being created out of him. It is not possiblefor him to judge it 'objectively' in the wayhe can be objective in relation to a work ofart created 200 years ago; but he can respondto it out of an instinctive awareness of itssources and its particular message to him, andas part of an audience with its roots in thosesources. This does not imply that every man ishis own art authority; but, on the contrary,presupposes a specific involvement in the contemporarycreative process and a developedsensibility, which, one imagines, comes fromthis involvement.In thinking about one's responses to an exhibitionof this size—143 paintings—one probablyfinds oneself doing so on two levels, firstmaking an overall assessment, and then consideringindividual paintings or groups ofpaintings. This is a big exhibition by our standardsand must be judged as such—in otherwords it would not justify itself if it only containeda few very good paintings, and one mustnot be unduly impressed with its size as such.After all it represents only 5 paintings a yearfor the period covered, and the main problemsinvolved would seem to have been, not thefinding of 143 paintings, but the decision onwhich to choose and the organisation involvedin getting them together and transporting themfrom one place to another.Seeing the exhibition as a whole was certainly,for me, a definitive experience. Foryears we had heard a great deal more aboutNolan's work than we had seen of it; onlyoccasional paintings or relatively small exhibitionshad been haphazardly shown in one state36 WESTERLY, No. 1, MARCH, 1 968
or another, and some of the paintings in hisbig Thames and Hudson book had left afeeling of uneasiness in many of his earlieradmirers. More significantly, the younger artists,for some of whom Nolan was somethingof a minor deity, were beginning to expressdoubts. These were artists who had alwaysrefused to accept the other two big 'names',Dobell and Drysdale, but had felt a realkinship with Nolan.It has, therefore, been very important for usto have this exhibition, and, for me, it hasindeed confirmed Nolan's unique quality as apainter, even if I now make some qualifications.One should remember, of course, thathe is only 50, and there is still plenty of timefor even greater achievements.In this connection- I can remember that,many years ago, I talked with Nolan aboutwhat seemed to me a remarkable phenomenonof the Heidelberg school of painters—the extraordinaryway in which they flashed to brilliantcreative achievement and then, almost asquickly died to insignificance and banality.Streeton was, in fact, only about 20 when hepainted his beautiful early landscapes. Itseemed that the revelation of Australia whichthey had experienced and been able to translateinto paint, had burnt itself out, perhapsbecause they had had to rely almost entirelyon their own individual strength without thebacking of the sort of tradition against whicha European artist is always able to work.The obvious question was whether Nolanand his fellow artists of the 40's could breakthis barrier, and Nolan's retrospective nowanswers this question so far as he is concerned.To me it is not only impressive, but is impressiveto a degree and in a way that putsNolan into a special category among Australianartists.This is a broad generalisation, and is onewhich I will have to qualify to some extent.Perhaps one of the clearest impressions I gotfrom the exhibition was a sense of Nolan'sinfallibility in all his earlier work; by whichI mean his paintings up to the first Kelly series(1947). I do not want to be taken as sayingthey are necessarily 'great' paintings, no matterhow powerfully they appeal to me, and nodoubt some of them carry too clearly the evidenceof Nolan's youth; but it seems to menow—as indeed it did at the time they werepainted—that they bear the unmistakable authenticityof a man who is inevitably an artist,a man with a 'vision', who sees the world asit were with the outer skin removed, exposedand revealed with all its inner subtleties andinner meanings, and who has the gift to disclosesomething of this vision to us throughhis chosen medium. In thinking of these paintingsI find that the word 'magic' comes spontaneouslyinto my mind, and indeed this seemsthe appropriate word, because a phenomenonis involved, a miracle performed, which isoutside normal mundane experience.It is with this feeling of magic in mind andsenses that one continues to move through theexhibition, and instinctively it becomes thetouch-stone against which one measures theother paintings. We must surely ask, is thismagic carried right through the 30 years; isit as powerful now as it was in the early days;is Nolan a better, a more profound artist thanhe was then?Nolan used to say that it embarrassed himto hear talk of a man being a 'greater' or a'lesser' artist: he was either an artist or not anartist, and there was no more to be said. Thereis an obvious truth and purity in this attitude;but it is unavoidable that one should want toprobe further, and I think an overall survey ofthis exhibition does hold its disappointments,and even shocks, as well as its pure delights.One has to be careful in one's criticism of anartist such as Nolan to make it clear that oneis in fact speaking of an exceptional artist, andso exceptional demands are made. He has setthe pace, and we then rather ruthlessly insistthat he keeps improving it, or at least that itdoes not lessen.Looking back at the exhibition, and seeing itin the perspective of some six weeks, I am surprisedto find that I am conscious of a considerablenumber of years during which thispace does seem to lessen. I first sense thishappening as early as 1948, and it could wellbe typified by 'Agricultural Hotel' (illustratedin the catalogue in black and white).Unfortunately, the critically important earlyWimmera landscapes (few though they are)and the first Kelly series, are poorly representedin the exhibition—so much so that, inmy opinion it is impossible to regard theexhibition as a really satisfactory coverage ofNolan's work. Even so a comparison of thequality of the thing seen and its translationinto a painting in 'Wimmera', 1943, and 'Kelly',WESTERLY, No. 1, MARCH, 1 968 37