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Harry Becker (1865-1928)
14 ¾ x 21 ¾ inches
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This large-scale watercolour belongs to a period in Becker's life that could be considered to be the swan-song of his life's work. In 1926, two years before his death, Becker moved to Hinton Lodge which, with its position on the edge of Wenhaston village, was to further contribute to a sense of solitary communion with Suffolk's elements. David Thompson describes these works as, "(a) singularly beautiful series of landscapes of open country which breathe a hushed serenity, an absoluteness and finality of statement of a kind rare in any artist's work" (see note below).
At first, deceptively simple, with the picture space banded in to strips of land and sky, it gradually reveals its complexities with bruises of shadow to the land and delicate studies of billowing cumulus in the middle section. The upper strata of pale blue sky shows Becker's confidence in a simplicity of touch with broad sweeps of wash separating strips and patches of the untouched white of the paper. There is an immediacy to the image; at any moment, the wind will flush everything through and another sky-scape will present itself.
Harry (Henry Otto) Becker was born in 1865, the fourth of seven children. His German parents had emigrated to Colchester in 1857 where his father established himself as a well respected GP. The young Becker showed early promise and was encouraged and supported by his father. His early training was something of a whirlwind of diverse and highly impressive influences reaped from several north European art schools/studios. At the age of 14, he enrolled at the Royal Academy School, Antwerp. On leaving, his talents must have been considerable, as he was selected to join, not only Herkomer's highly regarded Academy at Bushey but also the atelier of the accomplished portraitist, Carolus Duran in Paris. He somehow managed to attend both, taking inspiration from his tutors and peers but it was from Duran that he took away the life-long habit of plein-air sketching and painting, with its focus on immediacy and rejection of studio re-working.
Becker's adult life can be viewed as having two distinct periods, before and after his move to Suffolk in 1912. In the earlier years, based firstly in Colchester then London from 1894, he followed the conventional path of a professional artist achieving significant success and recognition, exhibiting regularly at the R.A., R.B.A., the N.E.A.C., The Walker Gallery, Liverpool as well as commercial galleries. It was from 1907, however, that there was a series of distressing events in his professional (not least the loss of the prestigious Selfridges commission) and personal life that led to a growing disenchantment with London and his ultimate departure to Suffolk in 1912. Together with his wife Georgina and daughter Jane, he moved to the village of Wenhaston in Suffolk which was to become his home for the rest of his life and the surrounding area the source for his relentless output.
He sketched and painted obsessively, producing thousands of drawings in charcoal and pencil, venturing out in the harshest of Suffolk winters to capture a particular light or scene, a fact perhaps borne out by his eventual demise from pneumonia in 1928. He sold and exhibited very little during these years, the most notable exception being an exhibition in Southwold in 1925 put on by the Loftus family (who tirelessly championed his work, putting on another exhibition at the Aldeburgh festival of 1957).
Becker holds an iconic position in the history of Suffolk painting and it would be easy to mythologise his memory as an eccentric maverick shunning society. However, a lack of embellishment and his total immersion in his environment are what give his work the vibrancy and familiarity that is so immediately appealing. Adrian Bell (author, whose books contain Becker illustrations) summed it up perfectly, "But who am I....to judge art? Have I had any education in art or in art-criticism? None; but I know I am right, because being a farmer I live all day with horses and men at work, and every time I see them moving about those fields he painted I think to myself, "Harry Becker".'
Sources: David Thompson, Becker, 2002 (the definitive study of his life and work, a wonderful book which you can buy here)
Works in public collections: Colchester and Ipswich Museums Collection