Together with Da Vinci and Hockney, Holbein in England made a for a recent weekend of artistic contrast. There is a flavour of Henry VIII’s time (some things never change; Holbein had to become a denizen as the use of foreign labour had provoked riots) but this was the weaker experience.
It may be an eccentricity on my part, but I was strangely reminded of Warhol. It’s the idea of producing art on a factory system; Holbein was perfecting the craft of capturing a likeness that would please its subject and the artist’s patron and so much of the work is credited to his workshop rather than the great man himself. Perhaps most importantly, his subjects may have been the biggest names from the court of Henry VIII, but the artist has eclipsed so many of them in stature and religious painting (which to be fair, Holbein only seems to have done because he had to) has never done it for me.