It was a sultry evening on Dominion Rd, Auckland, in 1965. A swarm of black beetles had invaded the paths in the heartland of Auckland's second-hand and bric-a-brac territory. Maybe it was a fortuitous omen. The old villas and bungalows of surrounding Mt Eden, Sandringham, Kingsland and Epsom were fertile
Behind the Canvas: Tracking down a masterpiece
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Top, Poi Dance, 1952 by A. Lois White. Photo / Supplied
Lois White had an eye not only for political comment, but nationalism as well. In reaction perhaps to the horrors of two world wars, by the 1950s a collective spirit, led by artists and writers, was heralding the dawn of a new age. Referring to her painting War Makers, the artist stated that "the main idea behind the composition is the injustice done to youth, by the decision of the older generation to have wars and send their sons to be slaughtered and maimed, while many grow fat on the proceeds".
There is some truth to that, but ... it was generally wise to keep them to yourself. Conscientious objectors were jailed and sent to labour camps during World War II in New Zealand. In the 1940s there was little time or demand for art, and White's intellectual paintings were in the main given no more than lip service. Consequently, there are possibly less than half a dozen works of significance.
White could be pigeon-holed as a "radical realist painter" - described by author and art connoisseur R. Haese as those who "often begin as good artists and end up as poor politicians". These works are nevertheless important, reflecting the jingoism, politics and nationalistic fervour of wartime. Poi Dance, while apolitical, I consider a truly iconic work, if not a masterpiece, and is arguably one of the most significant paintings White completed. It is not only perfectly executed, but is an enduring subject, never captured so well before or since. I once said "sentimentality has no value" when it comes to valuing art. I was wrong. Now in the collection of the Auckland Art Gallery, it would be valued at more than $75,000 ...
Doris Lusk was influenced by such artists as Rita Angus, James Cook and John Weeks. They introduced architectural elements into their compositions, such as buildings, bridges, barns and railway stations, as a contrast to the raw and mountainous New Zealand landscape. The Pumping Station is a masterpiece of simplicity and contrast, where an iconic art deco building is set against the barren foothills of Christchurch. In 1980, this work and Tobacco Fields were two of my favourite paintings. I was keen to find one, so I decided to visit Dunedin and Christchurch in the hope of tracking one down. I knew they were extremely difficult to find, if not impossible. In Christchurch after a few days of ferreting and digging around, I found that only her more recent watercolours were being shown for sale. I wasn't too worried as I had managed to pick up a couple of superb Trevor Moffitts from the Father series of oil paintings, and subsequently the drive on to Dunedin was a rather light-hearted one. There I checked out the galleries and bric-a-brac shops, picking up a few collectibles and antique toys but I had not yet turned up an early Lusk.
The next day, in scorching 35C January heat, I decided to continue the search, despite the urge to find a swimming pool. I headed to the Octagon off the main street in the city to an upstairs gallery, where there was an exhibition of recent and overworked abstracts. The gallery rooms upstairs were like an oven, but I persevered and asked the salesperson if they had any early resales of Doris Lusk in their storeroom.
"Actually, we do have one work, but it is quite old and not really in the style the artist is now practising," she said. "What is it?" I asked.
"Oh, an early oil, from 1950, of a bridge and buildings with the Port Hills in the background."
Trying to conceal my intense interest, I asked if I could take a look at it. "Yes, of course. It's somewhere in the storeroom," she said.
Minutes passed, which seemed like an eternity as I began to feel a trickle of sweat work its way from under my shirt collar. When the painting appeared, I could hardly believe my eyes. It looked almost like the long-lost pair to The Pumping Station, but was much larger - about 1000 mm long and 750 mm high. The beautifully chiselled cream-and-blue Port Hills were a superb backdrop to a bridge and buildings in the foreground. Looking slightly uninterested, I asked the price.
"Four thousand. It's an early work and very hard to get." They obviously knew it was of some value, but before a meteor, power blackout or total eclipse could strike, I asked: "Would you take a cheque?" Very accommodatingly, they did. At $4000 the painting could possibly be considered expensive for the time, when her work was selling for less than $1000 at auction. Nevertheless, I walked past the Octagon on that hot January afternoon, wearing not only a damp shirt but a smile. This painting is now in a private collection and would be conservatively valued at $75,000.
Edited extract reproduced with permission from Behind the Canvas by Warwick Henderson (New Holland, $45).