Lot 36
  • 36

Ivan Pavlovich Pokhitonov

Estimate
200,000 - 300,000 GBP
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Description

  • Ivan Pavlovich Pokhitonov
  • Hunting for Quail in Zhabovshchizna
  • signed in Latin and inscribed Zh in Cyrillic l.r.; further titled in Cyrillic and numbered 237 on the reverse
  • oil on panel
  • 22.5 by 35cm; 8 3/4 by 13 3/4 in.
  • Executed circa 1902-1906

Provenance

Collection of Eugénie Wulfert and Boris Wulfert Pokhitonov, Belgium
Vera Pokhitonov-Bienaimé, France
Private collection
Acquired from the above by the present owner

Literature

O.Bertrand, Ivan Pokhitonov, Catalogue Raisonné Volume I, 2015, illustrated on the front cover and pp.192-193

Condition

Structural Condition: The artist's panel is providing a stable structural support. The panel is inscribed on the reverse. Paint Surface: The painting has an even varnish layer. There are a few tiny historic indentations within the upper centre of the composition. The paint surface appears entirely stable. Inspection under ultra-violet light shows a few tiny spots of retouching corresponding to the very minor indentations mentioned above, a thin vertical line of retouching on the upper part of the left edge and a few tiny spots on the upper part of the right edge, and a thin diagonal line of retouching on the left part of the upper edge. It should be noted that these retouchings are all of minimal size and have been very carefully applied. Inspection under ultra-violet light also shows scattered areas of fluorescence including above the horizon and close to the upper edge. These would appear to be attributable to the artist's materials and techniques. Summary: The painting would therefore appear to be in very good and stable condition.
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Catalogue Note

This large panel is one of the finest Russian-period works by Pokhitonov to have come to auction. ‘No matter what anyone says, I shall always remain a Russian painter’ he wrote in a letter to Pavel Tretyakov in 1896, ‘and it hurts me to think of the weak and imperceptible trace I will leave in my country’.

Haunted by this fear of being forever an outsider, Pokhitonov increasingly spent long periods in Russia during the second half of his life. The present lot dates from the most significant of these periods (1901-1906), spent at his father-in-law’s estate at Zhabovshchizna, as indicated by the Cyrillic ‘Zh below his signature. Two boys have spread their hunting net across the grasses and lie in wait to catch quail. The rich meadowland strewn with wildflowers comes straight from the pages of Ivan Turgenev’s Sketches from a Hunter’s Album:

‘One’s feet were incessantly tangled and held in the long grass, dried through and through by the burning sun: everywhere the eyes were dazzled by the sharp metallic glitter of the young reddish leaves on the trees. All about, the blue clusters of the vetch, the golden chalices of the buttercups, the half-purple, half-yellow flowers of heartsease formed a gay-coloured carpet… A light breeze now woke up, now subsided: it would suddenly blow straight in my face, and frolic, as it were, – rustle merrily, nod and flutter about, gracefully rock the slender tips of the ferns, - and I would rejoice in it… but lo, it has died down, and everything is calm again.’ (I.Turgenev, Kasyan of Fair Springs)

Pokhitonov and Turgenev were keen sportsmen, but in the case of both the painter and writer, the activity of the hunt itself feels secondary to their grander motive of trying to express their sense of harmony with the countryside and sheer enjoyment of their native Russian land.

‘Beautiful also are the cloudy summer days, although the sportsman does not love them. On such days shooting is impossible: a bird, after fluttering up from under your very feet, instantly disappears in the whitish mist of the motionless haze… But how inexpressibly quiet is everything around! Everything is awake and everything is silent… how unutterably magnificent and clear does the day become when the light at last triumphs, and the last waves of heated mist roll away and spread out like a tablecloth or wreathe about and vanish in deep, tenderly-radiant heights of heaven!’ (I.Turgenev, Epilogue, Sketches from a Hunter’s Album).