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Nevill Johnson: Paint the smell of grass - Eoin O'Brien

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how to deal with businessmen. Just over a decade later, he painted a commission for Cyril Lord,<br />

whose carpet factory was near Donaghadee, on <strong>the</strong> north Down coast, close to <strong>the</strong> <strong>Johnson</strong>’s<br />

home in <strong>the</strong> boathouse at Ballyhalbert. This contained particularly oblique references to <strong>the</strong><br />

factory and many <strong>of</strong> <strong>Johnson</strong>’s own concerns. Nor<strong>the</strong>rn Ireland did have particularly enlightened<br />

art lovers at this period, such as Zoltan Frankl, <strong>the</strong> eminent Belfast based collector who owned<br />

Clown, an early painting now in <strong>the</strong> collection <strong>of</strong> Trinity College. But despite <strong>the</strong>se early successes<br />

and encouragements, <strong>Johnson</strong> still led his double life as artist and businessman.<br />

Perhaps it was thanks to a connection with his French wife Noelle, that compatriots <strong>of</strong> hers<br />

also living in Ulster, Paul Terris and his wife, invited <strong>the</strong> <strong>Johnson</strong>s to leave Belfast during <strong>the</strong> blitz<br />

to live at <strong>the</strong>ir house, Knappagh Farm in County Armagh. Soon John Luke was also invited to<br />

this refuge, although this seems to have been <strong>the</strong> last period during which <strong>the</strong> two were close.<br />

Luke returned to a more and more reclusive and eccentric life in Belfast and soon abandoned easel<br />

painting in order to devote himself to working on large public murals, which took an increasing<br />

physical toll on him.<br />

In contrast, <strong>Nevill</strong> <strong>Johnson</strong>’s exhibiting career was about to begin. In 1946 he showed six<br />

paintings and a stone carving in a group show at <strong>the</strong> newly opened, and short-lived, Magaffin<br />

Gallery, alongside Olive Henry, Max and Gladys Maccabe and Aaron McAfee, <strong>the</strong> former being<br />

<strong>the</strong>n probably <strong>the</strong> best-known and most pr<strong>of</strong>icient in this line-up <strong>of</strong> local talent. Some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>se<br />

works are known, o<strong>the</strong>rs can be confidently identified. Already <strong>the</strong> germs <strong>of</strong> much <strong>of</strong> <strong>Johnson</strong>’s<br />

work over <strong>the</strong> following decade are in place.<br />

The titles alone betray his interest in religion, both in direct references (Mater Doloroso,<br />

catalogue number 8), or with obvious <strong>the</strong>matic connections (Easter Landscape, catalogue number<br />

7). The former is a direct attack on <strong>Johnson</strong>’s foremost target at this time, following his breaking<br />

<strong>of</strong>f relations with <strong>the</strong> church. A girl stands outside a ca<strong>the</strong>dral, cradling an empty space filled out<br />

by <strong>the</strong> shape <strong>of</strong> her absent baby. According to <strong>Johnson</strong>, his attack on <strong>the</strong> hypocrisy and cruelty <strong>of</strong><br />

<strong>the</strong> Catholic Church towards unmarried mo<strong>the</strong>rs led to Victor Waddington having to withdraw<br />

<strong>the</strong> work from <strong>the</strong> Royal Hibernian Academy; <strong>the</strong> hold <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Church was so great in Ireland that<br />

<strong>the</strong> art world had to give way.<br />

Easter Landscape draws on religious iconography, <strong>the</strong> cross standing in a barren wilderness, to<br />

express his sense <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> post-war world. A development from <strong>the</strong> Kilkeel landscape, this is <strong>the</strong><br />

world <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> atom bomb, bereft <strong>of</strong> spiritual comfort, where ei<strong>the</strong>r we have turned away from God<br />

or where our actions have made God abandon us. Nothing grows, natural colours have become<br />

artificial and hallucinatory. What is left <strong>of</strong> life are <strong>the</strong> biomorphic or anthropomorphic forms<br />

reminiscent <strong>of</strong> human life that appear in <strong>the</strong> MacGaffin exhibition in Two Shells and a Stick<br />

(catalogue number 12). <strong>Johnson</strong> collected driftwood from <strong>the</strong> shore at Kilkeel and seems to have<br />

particularly selected pieces that suggested <strong>the</strong> human figure. These were exhibited as sculpture at<br />

20 <strong>Nevill</strong> <strong>Johnson</strong> l <strong>Paint</strong> <strong>the</strong> Smell <strong>of</strong> Grass<br />

Waddington’s, and <strong>the</strong>y also were included in <strong>the</strong> paintings <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> time. It is almost eerie now to<br />

see one piece <strong>of</strong> driftwood that is still known, which was painted as if striding across a desolate<br />

shore sixty years ago. They suggest that whatever apocalyptic event has stripped <strong>the</strong> land <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />

vegetation, colours, sky and animal and human life that are familiar to us, <strong>the</strong>y have now mutated<br />

into <strong>the</strong>se skeletal forms. The earth has lost its beauty, its humanity and its spiritual nourishment.<br />

This is <strong>the</strong> existential inner landscape <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> post-war being. As <strong>Johnson</strong>’s thoughts unfold in his<br />

painting it becomes clear that it is humanity that has caused this.<br />

<strong>Nevill</strong> <strong>Johnson</strong> l The Belfast years 1934–1946 21

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