Paul Nash, Kinetic Feature, 1931, oil on canvas, 660 x 508mm, Tate London. © Tate, London, 2009.

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Paul Nash at Dulwich Picture Gallery

By Jackie Wullschlager, Financial Times, 09.02.10

Paul Nash (1889-1946) created a handful of paintings that fixed the historical moment with both an authenticity to lived experience and formal precision. “The Ypres Salient at Night” is a defining image of the first world war; “Totes Meer” – mangled metal torsos of crashed bombers forming an iron sea, seen by queasy moonlight – is the greatest English painting of the second world war. As a war artist, Nash called himself “a messenger who will bring back word from the men who are fighting to those who want the war to go on for ever ... it will have a bitter truth and may it burn their lousy souls”.Dulwich’s new exhibition Paul Nash: The Elements culminates in “Totes Meer” but builds up to it in an unusual way. The war paintings feature little; instead, a non-chronological display explores how Nash put together his compositions using elements derived from the natural world, then reimagined them into weird, unquiet landscapes of the mind – his own “bitter truth”. Early ink drawings from 1912 such as “Falling Stars” – bursts of light dotted between curling pine branches silhouetted against a night sky – and “The Pyramids in the Sea”, where huge calligraphic waves attack islands of stone beneath an eclipsed moon, demonstrate that Nash’s romantic feeling for the darkness of nature predated the war, which only enhanced a depressive sensibility.

That sensibility found its most successful expression in works that combine a visionary response to landscape with some dislocated image of menace. The massive, thick tree stump with an axe stuck into it, vastly out of proportion to the English winter countryside around it, in “February”, is probably a symbol of death: the work was painted just after Nash’s father died. The outsize stump recurs here: in the melancholy watercolour “Empty Room”, in photographs where Nash obsessively stalks objects to get the measure of them. It is most threatening in “Event on the Downs”: an uneven, clumsy trunk is echoed in a jagged cloud and in the craggy white Dover cliffs, and juxtaposed with the outsize sphere of a floating tennis ball – a painting about Englishness that shows Nash formally in his most European, surrealist mode.

Dulwich’s approach pinpoints Nash’s very British art of compromise, between an Anglo-centric narrative and mystical strand, redolent of the romantic sublime of Samuel Palmer and Willam Blake, and an openness to continental innovation. The European artist he most recalls is Giorgio de Chirico. A giant slab of masonry in “The End of the Steps”, a concrete block in “The Opening”, an obstacle-like tower in “Plage”, all echo de Chirico’s incongruous phallic towers. And claustrophobic tunnels such as “Northern Adventure”, a surrealist take on St Pancras station, unnerving shadows – the elongated one of a young girl in “The Archer” is a direct quotation from de Chirico – and slightly acrid colours all create mournful timeless effects comparable to those of the Italian metaphysical painter.

The washed-out, reluctant colours are the greatest challenge to enjoying Nash’s oil paintings, and the reasons why his watercolours are often finer – the delicately balanced “Harbour and Room”, for example. Nash transformed the sight of warships in the port at Toulon, reflected through his window in a mirror, into a bizarre representation of mental uncertainty – as if the sea, in a dream, invades the actual room, yet what is real and imagined in space and time is confused.

Among the oils, only “Winter Sea” achieves such perfect distillation of form and feeling. The waves at dusk near Nash’s home in Dymchurch are translated into flat triangles and parallel shapes that acquire volume, then diminish towards infinity in icy slow motion. Like almost every work here, it is devoid of animate life. Only the lithograph “Marching at Night” centres on people – a battalion trekking along a tree-lined French road, the men simplified into a column hemmed into a tunnel of geometric blocks that makes them look like ghosts, rising at once out of nature and the human mind.