Between 18, Haité was the President of the Langham Sketching Club and in 1908 he became the President of the London Sketch Club.Īlongside his prestigious reputation as an oil painter and watercolourist, Haité also made a name for himself as an illustrator. He was also a member of the Royal Institute and the Royal Society of British Artists. In 1873 he settled in London to concentrate on his design work, but from 1883 began exhibiting at the Royal Academy. He painted in both oils and watercolours and designed wallpapers, leaded glass and metal work. George Charles Haité was self-taught, beginning to paint at age 16. For more information visit our website jgg.co.nz This piece is currently on display at Jonathan Grant Galleries. (Peter McIntyre, McIntyre Country, pb.1973, p.29) "It was a magnificent landscape to paint with its rich golds and browns" McIntryre's use of cool tones sets this painting apart form the dry summer hues or snow-coated winter scenes many New Zealanders expect from paintings of the Lindis Pass. Around it the land is dotted with boulders and green-tinged tussocks. In the valley a collection of rural buildings, perhaps a Sheep Station, resides by the river. Deep blue shadows carve through the hills and wind along the landscape up beyond what can be seen of the river - implying where its waters lead. This painting In The Lindis Pass, Central Otago depicts the Lindis River meandering through the valley. In adult life Peter McIntyre would return to the Lindis Valley many times to capture its tussock hills in watercolour and oil. At 14 McIntyre was employed at a sheep station in the Lindis Pass to shoot deer - earning a shilling for every tail he brought back. As a boy he had stayed with his older brother Bob, who was a civil engineer in Central Otago, and had spent his days learning to fish on the Lindis River. The Lindis Pass was a location dear to Peter McIntyre.
They spoke of how Passenger Pigeons had formed legendary great flocks, larger even than their own, here on this great grass plain, and some were overcome with sadness at the passing, into extinction, of one of their pigeon kind.īut an elder of the flock, old enough to remember a time when he was called Harlequin Pigeon, spoke up, “You should not fear similarly for your survival for we are protected by the laws of this land and by the great spaces of our outback home.” He overheard the birds discussing how they had heard that the very last Passenger Pigeon on earth had recently died in a zoo in their homeland of America. The ornithologist had heard that feeding flocks of these pigeons give a soft, incessant murmur of musical single notes, and wanted to learn for himself if it were true. "Just before dawn, a famous ornithologist had secreted himself in a rusted water tank at a bore where a great many Flock Bronzewing’s fed daily on seeds from cattle dung. Visit our website for more information on this work. 'The Ornithologist in the Water Tank' by Ray Ching.
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