Giacometti at the New Fogg
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Giacometti made this portrait of the British art critic David Sylvester in 1960:
I think a restful thing about Giacometti is the way different permutations of the same lines and shadings -- the same darkly scratched lines and the same shadings of gray, white, and black -- constitute both the figure and the ground.
A person is a coalescence.
And derives substantiality from the abstract.
The longer you look, the more humane this seems.
Monday, January 20, 2014
A woman, long blue shirt carefully tied over striped skirt, sits in a red chair. She leans a little to her right, our left, elbow on the arm of chair. Her hands are folded.
Cézanne’s way of painting faces means that you can look at them or not. Everything has surfaces and depths. Much of the meaning of the figure is not in the face. The folded hands are important and beautiful.
Between the forefingers and thumbs are a green that relates them to the skirt below, a blue consonant with the blue shirt above. Shapes of laced fingers echo shape of dark what seems to be locket or pendant about neck.
Somewhere Roger Fry writes about the courage of Cézanne’s face-on verticality. The painting ought to be static, there is so little motion in the way the figure and face are arranged. All the motion has to come from the paint itself.
The red armchair. Faces, designs, flowers in it. Begins to have an unusual kind of softness around her.
The model is Hortense Fiquet, for many years his mistress and eventually his wife. He painted her almost thirty times.
Another place of conjunction. Red tassel over yellow wall with blue wainscoting, edge of blue shirt over skirt. All this is beautiful, orderly, loved, observed, and yet paint.