Tag Archives: New South Wales

A Matter of Business: Stuart Donaldson and the Fallen Woman

New South Wales became a self-governing colony and elected its first Parliament in 1856. At that time, there was as yet no party structure.  There were some clear factional chiefs, some with a defined political agenda, others with only a good idea of whom they hated (Irish Catholics, mostly) but it was all a little vague and chaotic by current standards, which are still often chaotic, but seldom vague.

There were some famous names amongst that first Legislative Assembly, including the conservative James Macarthur and the radical Henry Parkes, but the man who emerged to become the first Premier of New South Wales was a comparative nonentity, Stuart Alexander Donaldson, who is today almost completely unheard of.

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Despite the slight kudos that attaches to being first NSW Premier, Donaldson was really much more important as a merchant than as a politician, and his early life is much more interesting – well, I think so, anyway! – than his later respectable years. Continue reading

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Reading the Rum Rebellion

At about five o’clock on the afternoon of 26 January 1808, Major George Johnston of the New South Wales Corps led his men from the barracks in Bridge Street.  They marched in a line two or three deep along the streets of Sydney to Government House.  They carried the regimental flag, and played The British Grenadier.  They carried their weapons, with bayonets fixed.  Their plan was to arrest Governor Bligh.  Arriving at Government House, they found the governor’s daughter and a number of his supporters who had just finished dinner, but they spent some time hunting for her father, until he was found in an attic bedroom.  He would later say he was destroying documents there.  The soldiers insisted he was hiding under a bed.

Governor Bligh seized under the bed

One of the few contemporary images of the Rum Rebellion. Painted on thin paper, the illumination would have been placed in the window, with a lamp behind it. Needless to say it is propaganda rather than an accurate portrayal of the arrest

In the last few weeks, I’ve been revisiting a long neglected project of mine, a biography of an early Australian settler called Walter Davidson who became an opium trader in China. Continue reading

Carmine at the end of the world

My aunt was a wonderful artist.  I most decidedly am not, but I’m enough of a hobby painter to have been struck by an advertisement I came across in the Sydney Gazette for 11 September 1808, as I was trawling through its pages looking for clues as to what happened during the aftermath of the Rum Rebellion (203rd anniversary last Wednesday).

“Carmine. – Any person having a small quantity to spare, will be treated with liberally for the same, by J.W.Lewin, professor of Painting.”

Not a particularly significant ad, you might think – unless you are a painter.  But for anyone who has mixed colours on an artist’s palette, those words, in that place and at that time, point to a real tragedy.

Carmine is a red pigment.  Before the development of the cadmium pigments later in the 19th century, there were three basic sources of red: animal, vegetable or mineral.  Vermillion was based on cinnabar, a mercury compound.  You see it used in the religious art of the Renaissance.  It is poisonous, and also very expensive – not a problem for a religious patron, for whom the price (and perhaps the danger) added to his objective of glorifying God in the most extravagant way possible, but not ideal for a travelling watercolourist.

The vegetable alternative was madder, made from a root vegetable.  Known as Turkey Red, it was used by the Ottomans in carpet making, but the secret of its manufacture only reached Europe during the 1780s, so it was still comparatively rare.  Rose madder is a lovely colour, but a fugitive pigment, liable to fade.

The final and preferred option was carmine, or crimson, lake (originally lac, from lacquer), which was made from boiling insects, most successfully the cochineal beetle from the New World, which feeds on cactus.  Carmine was a basic tool in the painter’s kit at the turn of the 19th century – so what did you do if, the advertisement seems to suggest, you were about to run out?

John Lewin was the first professional artist to arrive in New South Wales, in 1800.  Put differently, he was the first artist to arrive in the colony as a free man, and to make a living from painting rather than putting his artistic skills to other uses such as forging, like the convict artists Francis Greenway or Joseph Lycett.   Lewin was sent to New South Wales by scientific patrons to record the new country’s plants and animals.  Artists were important auxiliaries in the pursuit of science, and Lewin was put on the government payroll, and given a gun.  (In the days before photography, shooting it was the only way of ensuring your still life stayed still.  The French term nature morte seems more accurate than still life, in the circumstances.)

Lewin worked hard at his art, as far as we can tell, supplying the visual record that scientists and administrators back in England needed to make sense of their new colonial possession.  In 1808 he published Birds of New Holland in London.  But he seems to have been a hopeless businessman and he was desperately isolated from his artistic peers.  He was also isolated from any possibility of replacing his equipment when supplies ran out.  The nearest market where European pigments were available was probably Calcutta (Kolkata).  There was an outside chance of ordering them from Batavia (Jakarta) or Manila, but neither port traded directly with Sydney.  It has been estimated that it took up to 2 years to send a letter to London and get a reply.

All the colours in a painting are mixed from just 3 primary colours – red, blue, and yellow.  Ideally artists use a minimum of 2 each of the primary colours, one warm, one cool, but at a pinch you can manage with just 3.  But without a red, you are virtually at a standstill.  An 1808 painting by Lewin shows Sydney with a few patches of red on the roofs, but he must already have been husbanding his supplies.  Ironically, the red coats of the soldiers he saw all around him were dyed with cochineal, but none appear in this painting.

John Lewin, Sydney Cove, 1808

According to my aunt, who knew these things, the greens of Australian foliage have a lot of red in them too.  But for Lewin, isolated in a settlement of a few thousand convicts and red coats at the end of the world without access to one of the essential primary colours, that red might as well have been a million miles away.

References: Philip Ball, Bright Earth: The Invention of Colour (2001)

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