Black is where art begins. From the moment mankind felt an urge to scrawl on walls, it reached for black. Analysis of early cave drawings reveals that our paleolithic ancestors forged from fire the first tints, smelting from bone a charcoal pigment that gave art legs. Every subsequent application of black in cultural history echoes its ritualistic origins and resonates with a sense of resurgence: burnt skeletons into living symbol.
The Lascaux Cave, near the village of Montignac in southwest France, contains paintings estimated to be 16,000 years old – rendered using black pigment (Credit: Getty Images)
From the smooth silhouettes of black-figure pottery in Ancient Greece to the dark enveloping veils of the Rothko Chapel three and a half millennia later, this anti-colour has signified the transformation of fleeting flesh into enduring emblem. Unlike more emotive reds or sombre blues, black is the default tone we give to words and fonts. It’s a shade we read more than feel.
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Associated superficially with melancholy and mourning, the macabre and malevolence, black seals within itself an unexpected paradox of optimism. Every origin story, from Genesis to the Big Bang, is predicated on a pre-existing blackness as the foundation for the effulgence that follows. Black isn’t simply where we start, it was before we started. Without black, neither the stars nor soul would have anything to kick against.
The word ‘black’ can be traced back to the Proto-Indo-European ‘bhleg’
The history of the word itself is telling and can be traced back to a Proto-Indo-European forebear, bhleg, meaning ‘flash’, ‘shine’ and ‘gleam’. ‘Black’ is thought to be a close cousin too of Latin flagare: to ‘blaze’ or ‘glow’. Though, optically, it may denote the complete absorption of light, on a profounder artistic level, black is hardwired for brilliance. Wherever we encounter black in art, we must look past what is sad, sullen or sinister on the surface to a secret splendour glowing within.
Ancient Egyptians depicted Anubis, the god who took departed souls to the underworld, in a shade similar to the most fertile soil (Credit: Alamy)
Ancient Egyptians were accustomed to such subtleties of insight, as is evident by the face of Anubis, the god responsible for ushering souls into the afterlife. Embalmer of the flesh and weigher of departing souls, Anubis was himself a hybrid being – a curious concoction of man and jackal. His canine head was invariably depicted by artists as the same gruesome obsidian that mortal flesh turns during the process of mummification, which Anubis oversaw. As any native of the Nile valley would have also known, however, intense black is likewise the shade of the richest and most fertile silt. Anubis’s black countenance looked, therefore, in two directions – towards the frailty of our skin and fecundity of the soul.
In Caravaggio’s imagination, the profounder the spiritual illumination, the blacker it burns
In Western art, no artist more skilfully sculpted shape from shadow than Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio. The unremitting darkness from which his two versions of the biblical Supper at Emmaus (1601 and 1606) are chiselled demonstrate a keen sensitivity to the mystical qualities of the colour black.
Caravaggio advanced a chiaroscuro style in paintings like Supper at Emmaus that became known as tenebrism – for its replication of the effect of Tenebrae candles (Credit: Alamy)
Both canvases imagine the instant when the resurrected Christ, travelling incognito, reveals himself to two of his oblivious disciples, before dramatically disappearing from view. In both works, black sets the spiritual temperature of the extraordinary scene and thickens mysteriously into the semipermeable veil between worlds that Christ alone traverses.
Mark Rothko’s 14 black paintings in his chapel in Houston, Texas incorporate non-black hues into their colour schemes – but they hint at the mystic nature of black (Credit: Alamy)
In Caravaggio’s imagination, the profounder the spiritual illumination, the blacker it burns – a sleight of light and trick of the wrist he may have learned from his Italian Renaissance forebear and namesake, Michelangelo Buonarroti. Consider, for example, the ceiling frescoes of the Sistine Chapel, whose stirring effect does not rely so much on the merging of black pigment with wet plaster as it does on the gathering blackness of the space in which the frescoes are experienced.
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Choreographed to flicker in sync with the slow extinguishing of Tenebrae candles during services held in Easter week, Michelangelo’s frescoes (the first of which, instructively, depicts the ‘Separation of Light from Darkness’) installed a vibrancy against which an almost palpable blackness pulsated. The lowering and lifting of blackness around believers was as integral to the power of the scheme as the jamboree of muscles Michelangelo made flex above them.
When Goya’s work became more individualistic later in his career, black made his images of the comic and the horrific, like A Pilgrimage to San Isidro, pop (Credit: Alamy)
Though Michelangelo and Caravaggio set the tint and tone for the myriad majesties of blackness that would follow them in Western art history (from the shade that shadows Rembrandt’s piercing stare in his serial self-portraits to the engrossing grotesquerie of Goya’s Black Paintings), it is worth remembering that not every black hole is deep.
James McNeill Whistler’s Arrangement in Grey and Black No 1, famously known as ‘Whistler’s Mother,’ is one of the most iconic works of American art (Credit: Alamy)
Some may find it tough to stare squarely in the eye American painter James McNeill Whistler’s iconic sidelong portrait of his seated mother (painted in 1871) knowing, as we do, the artist’s penchant for racist remarks and his fondness for slapping abolitionists in the face. The artist of course shouldn’t be tarred by the appalling allegiances of his brother, who wore the grey uniform of the Confederacy in its doomed efforts to perpetuate slavery, but the fact adds context. Whistler’s mother herself, who once tried to stop the black wife of her uncle and their children from acquiring family land, makes an ironic subject for a painting whose official title, on reflection, feels more than a little racially charged: “Arrangement in Grey and Black”.
But it is a painting from a subsequent generation of artists, Russian Suprematist Kazimir Malevich’s Black Square (1915) – often credited with being among the first abstract works ever painted – that reveals just how easily the colour can curdle from soulful luminosity into something rather shadier. In 2015, fresh analysis of the celebrated work (which Malevich said signified where “the true movement of being begins”) traced the outlines of a barely visible bigoted quip scrawled by the artist beneath the varnish.
Kazimir Malevich painted his Black Square in 1915 – in 2015 microscopic examination revealed a racist joke within (Credit: Alamy)
The lurking words “battle of the negroes”, too gutless to show their face in full view, are thought to be an allusion to a racist phrase – “negroes battling at night” – used by a French humourist for an 1897 cartoon of a black square. With that disappointing discovery, which succeeded in recontextualising the work from pioneering masterpiece to appalling misadventure, the inner light of a painting that had, for decades, been the source of meaningful meditation, suddenly went out.
Kara Walker turns an unflinching gaze upon racial and sexual exploitation in silhouettes recalling American folk art (Credit: Mark Alexander/Sikkema Jenkins & Co/Joshua White)
In more recent years, the dark way lit by the black light of Anubis and Caravaggio, Michelangelo and Rembrandt has been kept gleaming by the genius of American multimedia maestro Kara Walker and British artist Mark Alexander. Walker’s stark cut-outs have, since the 1990s and her mesmerising mural Gone, An Historical Romance of a Civil War as It Occurred Between the Dusky Thighs of One Young Negress and Her Heart (1994), shone a penetrating light on prejudice and misogyny when many in the mainstream art world preferred to keep such issues in the dark.
British artist Mark Alexander repainted Van Gogh’s Portrait of Dr Gachet entirely in swirling black (Credit: Mark Alexander)
Alexander’s smouldering reinvention of Vincent van Gogh’s poignant portrait of his physician Dr Gachet (which has not been seen in public since its owner, the Japanese businessman Ryoei Saito – who died in 1996 – threatened to be cremated with the post-Impressionist canvas) is a masterclass in black’s enduring capacity to resurrect the spirit of physical loss. The eerie Blacker Gachet (2006) sees the artist’s echoing hand rescue from oblivion every brushstroke of Van Gogh’s original to sculpt a gaze that glows longingly from whatever undiscovered realm lies waiting for us in the great beyond.
If Walker and Alexander (as well as such contemporaries as Polish installationist Miroslaw Balka and Indian sculptor Sheela Gowda, who have each constructed bold black interiors) are the truest heirs of a tradition that seeks to share the splendour of black, one artist has striven instead to stake a personal claim to the colour’s eternal mysteries. In 2014, Bombay-born British artist Anish Kapoor began experimenting with one of the darkest shades of black ever devised – a tint he tightly controls and has copyrighted under the trademark ‘Vantablack’ (coined from the acronym for ‘Vertically Aligned NanoTube Arrays’ which describes the substance’s chemical construction). In optical terms, Vantablack is ordinary black on steroids and creates within itself an enervating ricochet of light that, once trapped, eventually wearies itself out into invisible heat.
A pavilion constructed in South Korea for the 2018 Winter Olympics was sprayed with Vantablack, which claims to be the darkest chemical substance on Earth (Credit: Alamy)
With a proprietary claim on the use of Vantablack, which was recently permitted to darken the walls of a Winter Olympics pavillion in PyeongChang, Kapoor has controversially appointed himself gatekeeper to at least one wing in the mansion of black’s timeless enigma, controlling what objects and images can ever be cloaked in it. But if the history of art has told us anything, black is uncontainable as a cultural force. The deepest black transcends the jealousies of intellectual property law. Black is the bright bloodline that runs through humanity – the luminous ink in which we scrawl on the walls of the sky for our descendants to see: “Don’t forget me. I was here.”
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