Biography
According to the RKD he studied at the Amsterdamse Stadstekenacademie. In 1805 he was appointed as drawing instructor at the artillery and engineering training centre in Amersfoort. He was particularly noted for his paintings depicting events from the history of the United Kingdom of the Netherlands. In 1820 he was appointed as first director of the Royal Academy of Fine Arts (Koninklijke Academie voor Schone Kunsten) in Amsterdam, and from 1844 to 1847 he was director of the Rijksmuseum which at that time was still housed in the Trippenhuis. He played an important role as mentor and tutor to a group of young artists, one of whom was Jozef Israëls. Other pupils were: Petrus Augustus Beretta, Christina Alida Blijdenstein, Herman Antonie de Bloeme, Anthonius Brouwer, Jacob Bruggink, Aleida Budde, Gijsbertus Craeyvanger, Reinier Craeyvanger, Johannes Hinderikus Egenberger, Jan Fabius Czn, Bernard te Gempt, Eléonore Eugénie van Genabeth, Petrus Franciscus Greive, Lambertus Johannes Hansen, Willem George Frederik Heijmans, Johannes Hilverdink, Hendrik Hollander, Jan Jansen Vredenburg, Cornelis Nicolaas Looman, Johannes de Mare, Louis Meijer, Johannes Cornelius Mertz, Hendrik Leonard Müller, Dominicus Anthonius Peduzzi, Jacobus Pelgrom, Abraham van Pelt, Frederica Wilhelmina Margaretha Elisabeth Pieneman, his own son Nicolaas Pieneman, Christiaan Julius Lodewijk Portman, Martinus Franciscus Reeder, Johan George Lodewijk Rieke, Jan Jacob Spohler, Willem Steelink, Abraham Uytenbogaart, and Izaak Vaarzon Morel.
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