And Hitler's obsession
One of the most pleasantly surprising things I learned about Churchill was that he spent time painting watercolors. He was modest about it, though. And didn't let it influence his politics. I think it was something he did to appreciate nature and beauty, especially after the expensive purchase of his Chartwell House home, whose grounds he often used for painting.
Contrast this with Hitler, a surprisingly competent artist, whose hubris got the better of him, and he decided to experiment with off-the-canvass creation and reconstruct the whole world according to his maligned vision. This, at least, is thesis in Marrakech, about 1948. By Winston Churchill
Yes, and paintings attributed to Hitler do go up for auction. The good news is that they don't bring nearly as much as Churchill's.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
The Underbelly of Belly Dance
There is a curious phenomenon that has been going on in North America and Europe for the past few decades. Thousands of women are ‘shamelessly displaying their femininity’ through a Middle Eastern dance form more dubiously known as belly dance.
The ‘Finding your Femininity through Belly Dance’ hype is actually the last vestiges of the so-called female liberation’s movement. Belly dance is advertised to Western women as a way to release their apparent inhibitions regarding their bodies. The undulations, body waves, hip circles and other abdomen-centric movements appear to glorify the unique feminine body. If you are not embarrassed at moving in these overtly erotic ways ( there is no other word to describe the movements in belly dance but as erotic), then you have come a long way, seems to be the message.
Many belly dance aficionados have tried to historically disassociate the dance from its erotic nature. An ancient Egyptian woman called the Almeh, who was well versed in poetry, music dance and other intellectual stimuli, is portrayed as having been the sophisticated cultivator of the dance. Yet, this description fits perfectly with the modern Japanese Geisha, who is a sexualized entertainer of men despite her erudition and education. The prestigious Almeh no longer exists in modern Egypt, if she ever really existed before.
The belly dance craze in North America started gaining momentum in the seventies and has been growing steadily since. Recently, belly dance schools have tapped onto the extraordinary success of the fitness movements. Gyms started giving belly dance classes along side aerobics. Even yoga centers brought in their belly dance teachers. Still, most women attend classes in belly dance schools at many convenient (and sometimes quite inconvenient) locations. Finally, the convergence into popular culture was sealed when overt eroticism became a daily routine on TV and in the movies. Belly dancing became something to do.
The majority of women say they started belly dancing to make themselves feel better. They’re searching for some kind of uninhibited narcissism – a feel good about their body - while doing all these undulations and shimmies. Their ultimate proclamation is "we don’t need men to make ourselves feel better" slogan that came out of the feminist movement. Yet quite contrary to this much advertised slogan, it is the poor men who become subjugated to the girl-power type of behavior (exhibited by grandmothers and granddaughters alike) and who end up supporting the dancers.
There is also the unexpected (or probably quite expected) competition. The urge to be a belly dancer can be a cut-throat experience. Gilded in clenched smiles and girlish voices, what everyone really wants is to stand center stage in full sequined costumes. As with every activity which does not quite reach the level of art, the acrobatics and costumes in belly dance act as substitutes for artistic sublimities. Belly dancing styles become a contortionist’s feat of moving as many parts of the stomach muscles as possible. In fact, its initiation into North America was at Chicago's "World's Columbian Exposition" in 1893, which introduced to the American public the 'dancing girls of the Middle East’, whose huge popularity was mainly as a circus act, along with the hoochy koochy label.
Many North American professional belly dancers guard closely that they hail from the much more artistic and cultivated discipline of ballet. They started dancing very young, as is required of ballet, and were rejected an entrance into this elite art form. Belly dancing offered them a chance to script their own standards, where the rigorous ballet judges cannot criticize them – what do they know about belly dance anyway?
The overriding promise of belly dance is that ‘you will feel better about all the failures that have derailed your life no matter what they are’ is really a message about masks and camouflage. The real issues are not addressed and resolved. What better way to forget the past than to immerse oneself in something so foreign that all those forgone defeats can be forgotten. Ironically, far from giving them the self-worth they crave, it puts them in an ambiguous relationship with the dance. Even in Middle Eastern circles, where belly dancers are hired for weddings and other festivities, it is still a dance that is frowned upon. Dancers are forever trying to find euphemisms for their dance, emphasizing its folk nature, or its erudite beginnings, or as a dance for pregnant women. Unlike ballet, a belly dancer can never proudly and publicly proclaim her profession.
Reference:
Donna Carlton. Looking for Little Egypt. Bloomington, Ind. : IDD Books, 1994.
The ‘Finding your Femininity through Belly Dance’ hype is actually the last vestiges of the so-called female liberation’s movement. Belly dance is advertised to Western women as a way to release their apparent inhibitions regarding their bodies. The undulations, body waves, hip circles and other abdomen-centric movements appear to glorify the unique feminine body. If you are not embarrassed at moving in these overtly erotic ways ( there is no other word to describe the movements in belly dance but as erotic), then you have come a long way, seems to be the message.
Many belly dance aficionados have tried to historically disassociate the dance from its erotic nature. An ancient Egyptian woman called the Almeh, who was well versed in poetry, music dance and other intellectual stimuli, is portrayed as having been the sophisticated cultivator of the dance. Yet, this description fits perfectly with the modern Japanese Geisha, who is a sexualized entertainer of men despite her erudition and education. The prestigious Almeh no longer exists in modern Egypt, if she ever really existed before.
The belly dance craze in North America started gaining momentum in the seventies and has been growing steadily since. Recently, belly dance schools have tapped onto the extraordinary success of the fitness movements. Gyms started giving belly dance classes along side aerobics. Even yoga centers brought in their belly dance teachers. Still, most women attend classes in belly dance schools at many convenient (and sometimes quite inconvenient) locations. Finally, the convergence into popular culture was sealed when overt eroticism became a daily routine on TV and in the movies. Belly dancing became something to do.
The majority of women say they started belly dancing to make themselves feel better. They’re searching for some kind of uninhibited narcissism – a feel good about their body - while doing all these undulations and shimmies. Their ultimate proclamation is "we don’t need men to make ourselves feel better" slogan that came out of the feminist movement. Yet quite contrary to this much advertised slogan, it is the poor men who become subjugated to the girl-power type of behavior (exhibited by grandmothers and granddaughters alike) and who end up supporting the dancers.
There is also the unexpected (or probably quite expected) competition. The urge to be a belly dancer can be a cut-throat experience. Gilded in clenched smiles and girlish voices, what everyone really wants is to stand center stage in full sequined costumes. As with every activity which does not quite reach the level of art, the acrobatics and costumes in belly dance act as substitutes for artistic sublimities. Belly dancing styles become a contortionist’s feat of moving as many parts of the stomach muscles as possible. In fact, its initiation into North America was at Chicago's "World's Columbian Exposition" in 1893, which introduced to the American public the 'dancing girls of the Middle East’, whose huge popularity was mainly as a circus act, along with the hoochy koochy label.
Many North American professional belly dancers guard closely that they hail from the much more artistic and cultivated discipline of ballet. They started dancing very young, as is required of ballet, and were rejected an entrance into this elite art form. Belly dancing offered them a chance to script their own standards, where the rigorous ballet judges cannot criticize them – what do they know about belly dance anyway?
The overriding promise of belly dance is that ‘you will feel better about all the failures that have derailed your life no matter what they are’ is really a message about masks and camouflage. The real issues are not addressed and resolved. What better way to forget the past than to immerse oneself in something so foreign that all those forgone defeats can be forgotten. Ironically, far from giving them the self-worth they crave, it puts them in an ambiguous relationship with the dance. Even in Middle Eastern circles, where belly dancers are hired for weddings and other festivities, it is still a dance that is frowned upon. Dancers are forever trying to find euphemisms for their dance, emphasizing its folk nature, or its erudite beginnings, or as a dance for pregnant women. Unlike ballet, a belly dancer can never proudly and publicly proclaim her profession.
Reference:
Donna Carlton. Looking for Little Egypt. Bloomington, Ind. : IDD Books, 1994.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
True Thanksgiving
The legacy of Norman Rockwell
Freedom from Want. By Norman Rockwell, 1943
There are so many archived posts on this blog now, I thought this would be a good time to repost one that I especially enjoyed posting.
True Thanksgiving, I think, makes us consider why and how we give thanks. Every nation is in danger of resuming the malignant forces that overtook Europe during the first half of last century. I thought that a simple analysis of two paintings might make this point clearer.
From a post originally made on October 31, 2005. Appropriately mid-way between the American and the Canadian Thanksgiving Holidays.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Family Portraits: Adolf Wissel vs. Norman Rockwell
While doing research on color and the history of modern art, I came across this website which talks about Hitler's abhorrence for modern art, so much so that he would set up degenerate art exhibitions to ridicule these painters.
Instead, he wanted art that glorified his Aryan concept.
Now, this type of commissioned art had nothing to do with artistic requirements, but rather with ways to decimate Nazi propaganda.
Here is a strange, claustrophobic, family portrait, which is certainly meant to promote the happy, Aryan family life. It fails on many levels, although artistically, it is a well-composed piece.
Farm Family From Kahlenberg. By Adolf Wissel, 1939
The strangest thing about this portrait is the little boy, who is not quite in the center, and who looks directly at the viewer. Normally, one associates such a bold stare with a mature or heroic character. Not a disconcertingly young, and audacious boy.
But there are many more things going on in this picture:
1. There is no grandfather in the painting, which I'm sure is quite a deliberate omission. As though to say, we don't need our past, but must look into the future alone. It it the child-bearing women (the grandmother is present) who seem to matter more. In other words, create the world anew, by destroying it first - quite in league with the götterdämmerung for a new dawn.
I have manipulated the top picture to centralize the boy.
The bottom picture is the original.
(Click on images to view larger sizes without lines)
2. The boy is not really in the center of the original painting. If he were placed thus, he would be visually separate him from everyone else. His off-center position puts him close to his protective father.
Ironically, the picture with the centered boy is also the more claustrophobic, and it is the less successful design of the two. The artist was correct to compose his painting in the original manner.
Yet, this original composition, as well as being true to design, is really true to sentiment and psychology as well.
As the visually centered character, the boy would then really be on his own. I would suspect that the painter is projecting his own immaturity and lack of independence by avoiding this central position for the boy. But the painter still doesn't underestimate the aggressive and audacious character of the boy, making him stare at us with a bold and insolent stare.
This goes quite well with the National Socialists, who never wanted the father figure too far away, being unable to mature into independent and responsible men. But, they were aggressive, demanding and ruthless little boys at heart.
3. The women seem to have an even stronger presence here. The father's connection is with the old woman, presumably his mother. Not with his father, who is absent. And the rather burly young girl on the left is busy with her books, suggesting the rather masculine role many Nazi women were to play later on. Of course the wife is the child bearer, producing both the young boy (future leader) and the young girls (a future feminist and a future mother).
4. There is no centered visual hierarchy of people here. Although the father dominates a mini-pyramid of his daughter (to the left) and his son, he is in the background. His wife seems to have some more prominence, being in the foreground. And the father's timid eye-contact with the grandmother seems to make her his center. As mentioned, it is the young boy who seems to dominate the scene.
5. There is a lively dusk sky behind. But any warmth that emanates from the golds and oranges has be negated by the huddled family in its dark clothes and dour expressions.
6. For a farm family, there is very little farm food around. Whatever is displayed is consigned to the small bottom left-hand corner of the picture. The fragile tea-cup and the girl busy with her pen and paper suggest a less visceral family, more sophisticated rather than down-to-earth. Even the young boy has a delicately carved horse in lieu of the real thing.
7. The horizon seems to have been flattened out as though we’re in some stage-set interior with a backdrop, full of fantasy and manipulation. So, the exterior may really be an interior portrait gallery, and the family just posing as the earth-bound food-providing farmers.
Now contrast this with the Rockwell painting.
Freedom from Want. By Norman Rockwell, 1943
1. The grandfather is the center, both pictorially and actually - there is no ambiguity about that.
2. The picture is designed in the classic pyramidal fashion, with the important figures at the top of the pyramid (grandfather and grandmother) and the rest of family widening out to the base.
3. Unlike the Wissel whose nature which we cannot seem to reach, Rockwell has brought nature into to the family, with the turkey, fruits and vegetables all laid out on the table. Rockwell's Nature is really abundant.
4. All the food follows the central and important axis, with the grandfather at the top.
5. Although we are indoors, there is a sense of space and light. The elongated perspective of the table with its white tablecloth connects with the white curtains on the window, which in turn promises to take us out into the sunny mid-day exterior.
6. Finally, this family seems to be fully enjoying the moment. And even the one person looking at us is doing so with a sense of fun and mischief, unlike the dour expression of the young boy in Wissel's painting.
There are so many archived posts on this blog now, I thought this would be a good time to repost one that I especially enjoyed posting.
True Thanksgiving, I think, makes us consider why and how we give thanks. Every nation is in danger of resuming the malignant forces that overtook Europe during the first half of last century. I thought that a simple analysis of two paintings might make this point clearer.
From a post originally made on October 31, 2005. Appropriately mid-way between the American and the Canadian Thanksgiving Holidays.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Family Portraits: Adolf Wissel vs. Norman Rockwell
While doing research on color and the history of modern art, I came across this website which talks about Hitler's abhorrence for modern art, so much so that he would set up degenerate art exhibitions to ridicule these painters.
Instead, he wanted art that glorified his Aryan concept.
Now, this type of commissioned art had nothing to do with artistic requirements, but rather with ways to decimate Nazi propaganda.
Here is a strange, claustrophobic, family portrait, which is certainly meant to promote the happy, Aryan family life. It fails on many levels, although artistically, it is a well-composed piece.
The strangest thing about this portrait is the little boy, who is not quite in the center, and who looks directly at the viewer. Normally, one associates such a bold stare with a mature or heroic character. Not a disconcertingly young, and audacious boy.
But there are many more things going on in this picture:
1. There is no grandfather in the painting, which I'm sure is quite a deliberate omission. As though to say, we don't need our past, but must look into the future alone. It it the child-bearing women (the grandmother is present) who seem to matter more. In other words, create the world anew, by destroying it first - quite in league with the götterdämmerung for a new dawn.
The bottom picture is the original.
(Click on images to view larger sizes without lines)
2. The boy is not really in the center of the original painting. If he were placed thus, he would be visually separate him from everyone else. His off-center position puts him close to his protective father.
Ironically, the picture with the centered boy is also the more claustrophobic, and it is the less successful design of the two. The artist was correct to compose his painting in the original manner.
Yet, this original composition, as well as being true to design, is really true to sentiment and psychology as well.
As the visually centered character, the boy would then really be on his own. I would suspect that the painter is projecting his own immaturity and lack of independence by avoiding this central position for the boy. But the painter still doesn't underestimate the aggressive and audacious character of the boy, making him stare at us with a bold and insolent stare.
This goes quite well with the National Socialists, who never wanted the father figure too far away, being unable to mature into independent and responsible men. But, they were aggressive, demanding and ruthless little boys at heart.
3. The women seem to have an even stronger presence here. The father's connection is with the old woman, presumably his mother. Not with his father, who is absent. And the rather burly young girl on the left is busy with her books, suggesting the rather masculine role many Nazi women were to play later on. Of course the wife is the child bearer, producing both the young boy (future leader) and the young girls (a future feminist and a future mother).
4. There is no centered visual hierarchy of people here. Although the father dominates a mini-pyramid of his daughter (to the left) and his son, he is in the background. His wife seems to have some more prominence, being in the foreground. And the father's timid eye-contact with the grandmother seems to make her his center. As mentioned, it is the young boy who seems to dominate the scene.
5. There is a lively dusk sky behind. But any warmth that emanates from the golds and oranges has be negated by the huddled family in its dark clothes and dour expressions.
6. For a farm family, there is very little farm food around. Whatever is displayed is consigned to the small bottom left-hand corner of the picture. The fragile tea-cup and the girl busy with her pen and paper suggest a less visceral family, more sophisticated rather than down-to-earth. Even the young boy has a delicately carved horse in lieu of the real thing.
7. The horizon seems to have been flattened out as though we’re in some stage-set interior with a backdrop, full of fantasy and manipulation. So, the exterior may really be an interior portrait gallery, and the family just posing as the earth-bound food-providing farmers.
Now contrast this with the Rockwell painting.
1. The grandfather is the center, both pictorially and actually - there is no ambiguity about that.
2. The picture is designed in the classic pyramidal fashion, with the important figures at the top of the pyramid (grandfather and grandmother) and the rest of family widening out to the base.
3. Unlike the Wissel whose nature which we cannot seem to reach, Rockwell has brought nature into to the family, with the turkey, fruits and vegetables all laid out on the table. Rockwell's Nature is really abundant.
4. All the food follows the central and important axis, with the grandfather at the top.
5. Although we are indoors, there is a sense of space and light. The elongated perspective of the table with its white tablecloth connects with the white curtains on the window, which in turn promises to take us out into the sunny mid-day exterior.
6. Finally, this family seems to be fully enjoying the moment. And even the one person looking at us is doing so with a sense of fun and mischief, unlike the dour expression of the young boy in Wissel's painting.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Mere Anarchy
The restrained optimism of art historian Kenneth Clark
This is the world that I think we're losing, when we deviate from the standards I've been writing about in the last few posts. Renowned (and my favorite) art historian and critic Kenneth Clark talks about standards, beauty, creativity, nature, and above all confidence in this short video.
Here is the quote that fits exactly what I’ve been trying to say
Clark is mildly optimistic. And I am too. During my Biblical Art scavenge, I found some real gems. I'm sure there's more to come.
This is the world that I think we're losing, when we deviate from the standards I've been writing about in the last few posts. Renowned (and my favorite) art historian and critic Kenneth Clark talks about standards, beauty, creativity, nature, and above all confidence in this short video.
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Here is the quote that fits exactly what I’ve been trying to say
We can destroy ourselves by cynicism and disillusionment just as effectively as by bombs.He goes on to quote a section from W.B. Yeates's poem The Second Coming:
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;"Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world."
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Clark is mildly optimistic. And I am too. During my Biblical Art scavenge, I found some real gems. I'm sure there's more to come.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
How Hard is it Really?
Update: More on paintings
Rather than put this as a new post sometime next week, I thought I would update it as a continuation of yesterday's post. I just happened come by these observations from another blog which seems to say essentially the same things I did about "how hard is it really?" It is nice to have some confirmation by someone else, since such ideas brings out arguments that could last days (years?)
Over at 2Blowhards (what does that mean?) a regular poster Donald Pittenger writes about Flair in Art (part one of two).
Here is the decisive quote:
There is a long discussion in the comments section which seems to stress that at least these artists were "original." But that is a moot point as Donald Pittenger points out:
There. If more people said this, we wouldn't be dealing with the atrocities of the Damien Hirsts.
Now look at a Matisse (although I do confess that I like Matisse, but that is probably because I like interior and textile design, which his work reminds me of.)
And a Rembrandt.
This Matisse was recently was auctioned off for $33.6million at this year's Christie Fall Auction.
Left: L’Odalisque, Harmonie Bleue, 1937. By Henri Matisse.
Right: Portrait of Hendrickje at Window, 1656-57. By Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn
[Click on pictures to see larger versions]
Rather than put this as a new post sometime next week, I thought I would update it as a continuation of yesterday's post. I just happened come by these observations from another blog which seems to say essentially the same things I did about "how hard is it really?" It is nice to have some confirmation by someone else, since such ideas brings out arguments that could last days (years?)
Over at 2Blowhards (what does that mean?) a regular poster Donald Pittenger writes about Flair in Art (part one of two).
Here is the decisive quote:
Given that we know what female nudes by Matisse and Modigliani look like, just how hard is it to paint a female nude in the general style they used? I contend it is fairly easy for someone with moderate talent, a little art training, and modest artistic skills to do so. Painting a convincing representational female nude posed against an elaborate background (not just a drop-sheet) requires far more knowledge and skill.Almost word for word - just how hard is it? Please do read the rest at 2Blowhards.
There is a long discussion in the comments section which seems to stress that at least these artists were "original." But that is a moot point as Donald Pittenger points out:
I agree that coming up with a new style of art of any sort isn't trivial. The point I tried to make was -- GIVEN that the styles of Matisse and Modigliani exist, then it isn't terrible hard for someone with average painting skills to do something pretty similar. IMPLICIT in this idea (I should have made it explicit) is that it's a LOT HARDER to do a similar riff on, say, Rembrandt.
There. If more people said this, we wouldn't be dealing with the atrocities of the Damien Hirsts.
Now look at a Matisse (although I do confess that I like Matisse, but that is probably because I like interior and textile design, which his work reminds me of.)
And a Rembrandt.
This Matisse was recently was auctioned off for $33.6million at this year's Christie Fall Auction.
Right: Portrait of Hendrickje at Window, 1656-57. By Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn
[Click on pictures to see larger versions]
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Abstract Painting
How hard is it really?
I know that abstract or abstracted painting has several hundred (thousand, hundreds of thousands) books dedicated to deciphering its mysterious and alluring qualities, but how hard is it really?
Any painter, with a modicum of talent, an understanding of color and composition, and some knowledge about the technicalities of painting, can produce an abstract work. And sell it too. There, I've said the sacrilegious words.
There was recently a conundrum over a painting that a lady truck driver bought at a yard sale, which turned out to be a Pollock, based on finger prints and other details. No-one from the art world accepted that verdict, and the woman has been on several talk shows to voice her plight. Because of their discredit, she cannot sell the work. The art world, as I've shown in a previous post, is all about the in-group, selling the in-work.
But, this begs a further question. If the art world cannot recognize a Pollock just by looking at it, what is there about a Pollock to recognize? A bunch of paint blots?
It is the same with a Rothko. One artist once asked me - "How does he do it?" "What?" I asked. "Make those incandescent layers?" Now, I don't find Rothko particularly stimulating nor transcendent. But, like any other artist, he knew very well how to manipulate paint, and preferred to do just that rather than make any real paintings.
It is even easy to do with photoshop, as I demonstrated with this photograph
on my post on the California wildfires. Now, if I were with the "in" crowd, and had a few hundred such experiments to show that I'm really serious about this all, and went to an art school somewhere in London preferably, I might have a shot at becoming a millionaire.
The sad part is that the public, and the wealthy plebians who've spent billions on useless pieces, will one day realize is that this was all a hoax.
How much better to be honest with one's self, and do service to the tradition and excellence of drawing and painting, rather than cop out with scribbles and blotches which managed to end up off the drawing board?
Rothko committed suicide, and Pollock ended up in a drink-induced car accident. I would think even Pollock's method was a slow cruise towards his demise.
Art is important. It is important still to make it real.
I know that abstract or abstracted painting has several hundred (thousand, hundreds of thousands) books dedicated to deciphering its mysterious and alluring qualities, but how hard is it really?
Any painter, with a modicum of talent, an understanding of color and composition, and some knowledge about the technicalities of painting, can produce an abstract work. And sell it too. There, I've said the sacrilegious words.
There was recently a conundrum over a painting that a lady truck driver bought at a yard sale, which turned out to be a Pollock, based on finger prints and other details. No-one from the art world accepted that verdict, and the woman has been on several talk shows to voice her plight. Because of their discredit, she cannot sell the work. The art world, as I've shown in a previous post, is all about the in-group, selling the in-work.
But, this begs a further question. If the art world cannot recognize a Pollock just by looking at it, what is there about a Pollock to recognize? A bunch of paint blots?
It is the same with a Rothko. One artist once asked me - "How does he do it?" "What?" I asked. "Make those incandescent layers?" Now, I don't find Rothko particularly stimulating nor transcendent. But, like any other artist, he knew very well how to manipulate paint, and preferred to do just that rather than make any real paintings.
It is even easy to do with photoshop, as I demonstrated with this photograph
on my post on the California wildfires. Now, if I were with the "in" crowd, and had a few hundred such experiments to show that I'm really serious about this all, and went to an art school somewhere in London preferably, I might have a shot at becoming a millionaire.
The sad part is that the public, and the wealthy plebians who've spent billions on useless pieces, will one day realize is that this was all a hoax.
How much better to be honest with one's self, and do service to the tradition and excellence of drawing and painting, rather than cop out with scribbles and blotches which managed to end up off the drawing board?
Rothko committed suicide, and Pollock ended up in a drink-induced car accident. I would think even Pollock's method was a slow cruise towards his demise.
Art is important. It is important still to make it real.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Authentic Biblical Paintings
Where Truth and Beauty meet
Stephen Gjertson’s The Hem of His Garment is a masterly rendition by a recent (not Renaissance or Medieval) artist of the woman who searched for Jesus to ask for healing, and in her humility was satisfied to touch his hem. Yet, Jesus, in His knowing way, places His hand on her head, acknowledging her presence despite the mayhem of the crowd.
The Hem of His Garment, by Stephen Gjertson, 2001
[click image to view larger version]
What I love about this painting is the utter humility of the woman, and her deep satisfaction that she has found the Lord at all. She makes no public demonstration demanding that he see her, or even speak to her. She is satisfied at just touching the hem.
On an artistic level, the draping clothes make a curtain-like effect around the woman, which isn't claustrophobic because of the gentle grays and plums the artist has used. Also, despite her lowly position on the ground, these subdued colors act as a backdrop to highlight her presence, especially with her reddish (though not gaudy) dress, making her even more prominent in the painting.
There is also the confident and sure hand of Jesus which is slightly highlighted compared to the other hands, which makes it clear whose hand it really is without us having to know who the "His" of the title is. Although there is something regal about the extra drapes, and silver-gray cloth of Jesus' attire.
The whole painting has a subdued, grayish, tint, which gives it a calming and confident presence. Yes, despite this travails of this woman who crawled through the crowd on her hands and knees, she will (and she does) meet her Lord.
Update:
"Portrait" version of The Hem of His Garment
And suddenly a woman who had a flow of blood for twelve years came from behind and touched the hem of His garment; for she said to herself, "If only I may touch His garment, I shall be made whole." But Jesus turned around, and when He saw her He said, "Be of good cheer, daughter; your faith has made you whole." And the woman was made well from that hour.(Matthew 9:20-22)With the graceless Damien Hirsts overrunning the art world, and arrogantly trying to invade Biblical art as well, there are those under the radar who are painting truly beautiful depictions of Biblical stories.
Stephen Gjertson’s The Hem of His Garment is a masterly rendition by a recent (not Renaissance or Medieval) artist of the woman who searched for Jesus to ask for healing, and in her humility was satisfied to touch his hem. Yet, Jesus, in His knowing way, places His hand on her head, acknowledging her presence despite the mayhem of the crowd.
[click image to view larger version]
What I love about this painting is the utter humility of the woman, and her deep satisfaction that she has found the Lord at all. She makes no public demonstration demanding that he see her, or even speak to her. She is satisfied at just touching the hem.
On an artistic level, the draping clothes make a curtain-like effect around the woman, which isn't claustrophobic because of the gentle grays and plums the artist has used. Also, despite her lowly position on the ground, these subdued colors act as a backdrop to highlight her presence, especially with her reddish (though not gaudy) dress, making her even more prominent in the painting.
There is also the confident and sure hand of Jesus which is slightly highlighted compared to the other hands, which makes it clear whose hand it really is without us having to know who the "His" of the title is. Although there is something regal about the extra drapes, and silver-gray cloth of Jesus' attire.
The whole painting has a subdued, grayish, tint, which gives it a calming and confident presence. Yes, despite this travails of this woman who crawled through the crowd on her hands and knees, she will (and she does) meet her Lord.
Update: