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From October 31st to November 20th, Jonathan Grant Gallery will host this captivating exhibition, showcasing McIntyre’s impactful pieces that have become integral to New Zealand’s artistic heritage. McIntyre’s paintings, reflecting the spirit of New Zealand’s landscapes continue to resonate with art enthusiasts, solidifying his status as one of the New Zealand’s most revered artists.
The Awatere, Marlborough
Oil on board
71 x 57.5 cm
“I was visiting a farm in the Awatere Valley and idly wandered beyond the garden and the dog-kennels to find myself suddenly on the edge of a cliff of startling height – and this was the scene below. The sudden break and height of the cliff seemed to separate the scene above from the one below, and I had the feeling of being an intruder looking down into another world.”
– Peter McIntyre’s New Zealand, 1964
Frosty Morning, Galloway
Oil on board
60 x 75 cm
SOLD
“The wind was cutting like a razor across the tussocks and there was no sign of life. The snow on the distant ranges peeped over the top of the roofs and I simply had to paint for it was the very essence of the old Central Otago.”
– Peter McIntyre’s New Zealand, 1964
Evening Sun Rangitikei River
Oil on canvas
39 x 49.5 cm
SOLD
“The Taihape route twists and bends but offers reward in the stretches of my beloved Rangitikei River. For years I carried on a love affair in paint with this river, wandering in its valley, prowling the fields above it, waiting for the sun to light the splendour of its white papa cliffs.”
– Peter McIntyres New Zealand, 1964
“The river valley in this scene has the lowest rainfall in New Zealand but that doesn’t stop the frost. We had parked our caravan across the river and awoke in the morning to fields of white. Here, in a promise of warmth, the early morning sun begins to light the cliffs in a golden glow.”
– Peter McIntyre’s New Zealand, 1964
Manuherikia River, Otago
Oil on canvas board
59 x 74 cm
Church Bay, Tutukaka
Oil on canvas board
49 x 75 cm
SOLD
“There is a sombre touch, a mystic quality, about Northland that always seemed to elude me.”
– Peter McIntyre’s New Zealand, 1964
“All around Rotorua is a natural playground abounding in lakes, hot pools and spouting geysers. There is the Blue Lake, the Green Lake, the almost unpolished Lake Okataina, Lake Rotoiti and not far beyond, the lush bush on Hongi’s Track and then the seacoast with its beaches.”
– McIntyre Country, 1979
Okawa Bay, Lake Rotoiti
Watercolour
54 x 73 cm
End of a Long Day’s Ride
Watercolour
52 x 73.5 cm
SOLD
“All day the riders moved across the yellow prairie, appearing and reappearing on the waves of the land, a horseman galloping along the skyline, a knot of cattle appearing over a rise, and once a herd of distant antelope sped like fleeting dots across the undulating land.”
– Peter McIntyres West 1970
King Country and Woolshed
Oil on board
51.5 x 71 cm
SOLD
“It took me a long time to find the King Country but when I did, it was to find the very heart of the North Island, with scenery of rugged depth, of splendid bush, with a wildness and a way of life that fit the landscape. Here, I soon realised, was a very vital part in the search for my New Zealand.”
– Peter McIntyre’s New Zealand, 1964
Buckingham Palace
Oil on canvas
51.5 x 69 cm
“In the spring of 1930 I was twenty and free as a bird, drinking great gulps of London the great city, like a man with an ancient thirst at a new found spring.”
– The Painted Years: Peter McIntyre, 1962
“It is that sense of something happening, a fullness to life, a feeling of everything being crowded and noisy, that makes London. Yet it is timeless; its centuries overlap and crowd into each other.”
– The Painted Years: Peter McIntyre, 1962
Westminster Abbey
Watercolour
53.5 x 74 cm
“I spent the holidays of my boyhood along this windswept coast and in all the years it is one of the few things that have not changed.”
– Peter McIntyres Pacific, 1966
In the Lindis pass, Central Otago
Oil on canvas board
70 x 90 cm
SOLD
Yosemite
Oil on canvas board
72 x 72 cm
SOLD
“Driving into Yosemite as darkness and the first snow of November began to fall, we sheltered for the night in a wayside cabin. In the morning we drove on in a white world of incredible beauty and skidded gracefully into a snowplough. However, a battered car was a small entry fee to the most strikingly grand and beautiful place I have seen since I sailed into Hallett Bay in Antarctica.”
– Peter McIntyres West 1970