Norman Garstin - Works

Works

His work consisted primarily of small oil panels in the plein air style, something he had picked up from the French Impressionists, like Manet. He was also fascinated by Japanese prints and admired the work of the American painter James McNeill Whistler.

One of his best and most famous works is his 1889 painting The Rain, it raineth every day of the Penzance promenade. The title of the work comes from Shakespeare's King Lear and Twelfth Night. "The composition of this painting demonstrates Garstin’s admiration for Japanese art," says Penlee House.

A partial list of his works includes:

  • Crosbie Garstin as a Baby, 1887, oil on canvas, Penlee House, loan from Newlyn Art Gallery
  • In a Cottage by the Sea, 1887, oil on canvas, Penlee House, loan from Newlyn Art Gallery
  • The Drinking Pool, 1887, watercolour
  • The Rain, it raineth every day, 1889, oil on canvas
  • A View of Newlyn from the North Pier, c. 1892, oil on canvas, Penlee House, loan from Newlyn Art Gallery
  • Houses and Boats, oil on panel, Penlee House, loan from Newlyn Art Gallery
  • Market Jew Street, oil on panel, Penlee House, loan from Newlyn Art Gallery
  • Saturday (an Interior View of Garstin's Home), oil on panel, Penlee House, loan from Newlyn Art Gallery

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