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John Singer Sargent
At the Tate Britain is this lovely Sargent. It would be a beautiful portrait but for the strange treatment of the the right arm on the young woman in the white silk dress. How unfortunate! Here is a detail
His obsession with a kind of anatomical perfection destroys the sense of reality by calling attention to the awkward handling of the poise. It makes her seem spastic. A shame, as the rest of the painting is so beautifully done. He is too fine painter to have allowed this to happen.
02 December 2012
Van Gogh
In London recently, I visited the Courtauld Institute at Somerset House. Everywhere, one's attention is split into small bits by so many wonderful things. But it was this self-portrait which hung by itself in a large wood-paneled room which so surprised me. I spent a long time with it and I think because it was alone I was able to completely plug into it. Often paintings hanging side by side in rooms can be a distracting affair. This amazing portrait must have been painted just days after Vincent cut off his ear. I know there is another version with a red background, also with a bandage, but its this one which I find mesmerizing. Firstly, I find it so beautifully done with its cool and disjunctive color harmonies prancing around lime yellow. Its a complex painting despite its apparent simplicity at first view. Its so flat, and distinctly drawn from an obsessive love for Japanese portraiture. The prussian blue hat (which also figures in the other portrait) with its almost black fringe acts like a kind of black hole around which everything seems to gravitate. Well,.. for me it is extraordinary, beautiful, and yes; perfect. Its a truthful portrait and one can only imagine what the ordinary, uninspired folk of the 19th century must have seen: Ugliness! It was Baudelaire who once said that often, new and original works of Art can look ugly on first viewing. How vigilant this forces us to be in our contemporary times.
Ultimately what trapped me in front of it for an hour was its Humanity, the deep rich humility of the person which Vincent so apparently possessed. There isn't a hint of sentimentality anywhere, just a plea perhaps to God, that he might be understood.
Ultimately what trapped me in front of it for an hour was its Humanity, the deep rich humility of the person which Vincent so apparently possessed. There isn't a hint of sentimentality anywhere, just a plea perhaps to God, that he might be understood.
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Gotta love this gal # 7 (jesus restored to life!)
Botched Restoration of Jesus Fresco Shocks Spain
Naturally, I would love this version
better than the original!
(see the article in the New York Times
about the 80 year old parishioner who
did the job on her own initiative)
Arles: #2 Rwanda
Here an exhibition by South African based photo-journalist Jonathan Torgovnik which chronicles the aftermath of the genocide in Rwanda in 1994, specifically, the Tutsi women who bore children after being raped by Hutu militiamen. These are portraits of women,(with their children), whose bodies were brutalized, often over and over again during those few months of barbary. They are moving portraits which reduced the exhibition space to the sound of whispered murmurs and shuffling shoes. It's a tale of extreme poverty and of survivors who bore and raised children not wished for. Its also about how they are still coming to terms with what happened, and how many of them have learned to love these children eventually.
A text accompanies each photo describing how it happened for each woman.
Curiously, in America, at this very moment we have politicians who actually use the term 'legitimate rape', whether by accident or slip.
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