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Sunday, 17 March 2013

Artemisia Gentileschi: Early Italian Baroque painter.

Artemisia Gentileschi:
1593-1652 was an Italian Early Baroque painter, today considered one of the most accomplished painters in the generation influenced by Caravaggio. In an era when women painters were not easily accepted by the artistic community, she was the first female painter to become a member of the Accademia di Arte del Disegno in Florence. She was one of the first female artists to paint historical and religious paintings, at a time when such heroic themes were considered beyond a woman's reach. Artemisia Gentileschi was born in Rome, July 8, 1593, the first child of the Tuscan painter Orazio Gentileschi, one of the best representatives of the school of Caravaggio. Artemisia was introduced to painting in her father's workshop, showing much more talent than her brothers, who worked alongside her. She learned drawing, how to mix color and how to paint. Since her father's style took inspiration from Caravaggio during that period, her style was just as heavily influenced in turn. But her approach to subject matter was different from her father's, as her paintings are highly naturalistic, where Orazio's are idealized. The first work of the young 17-year-old Artemisia was the Susanna e i Vecchioni (Susanna and the Elders) (1610, Schönborn collection in Pommersfelden). The picture shows how Artemisia assimilated the realism of Caravaggio without being indifferent to the language of the Bologna school
During the trial Artemisia was given a gynecological examination and was tortured using a device made of thongs wrapped around the fingers and tightened by degrees ?? a particularly cruel torture to a painter. Both procedures were used to corroborate the truth of her allegation, the torture device used due to the belief that if a person can tell the same story under torture as without it, the story must be true



Artemisia Gentileschi:
 (Born July 8th 1593, Died 1653)
Artemisia Gentileschi was the most important, in fact the ONLY important woman painter of Early Modern Europe.
She was born on July 8, 1593 to artist Orazio Gentileschi, and his wife Prudentia Montone, who died when Artemisia was only 12. Her father trained her from an early age as an artist, mostly for his own benefit. 

He didn’t expect his daughter to become an artist, he just expected her to be competent enough to assist him. He introduced her to the numerous artists of Rome, including Caravaggio whose use of dramatic chiaroscuro (light and shadow) came to have a great influence on her work. As a woman she was excluded from apprenticeship in the studios of successful artists, she was excluded for any official training or education. She remained illiterate, unable to read or write at all until adulthood. She relied on her own innate skill and the technical instruction of her father to produce her early paintings. However, regardless of these disadvantages,  she was producing works which were remarkable at the young age of just seventeen. 

This is when she painted her interpretation of Susanna and the Elders, (painted in 1610). This was a radical painting. Other contemporary paintings of this subject focused on the men and portrayed Susanna in the role of seductress and whore. Artemisia showed two lecherous old men leering over the wall at a shy and terrified and young woman. It was this painting that forced her father to recognize her as more than his assistant and a painter in her own right. It soon became obvious that his daughter was more talented than him.
 
As was the normal practice of the time; Orazio Gentileschi worked in collaboration with several other painters. One of these was a sleezy young man from Florence, called Agostino Tassi.  Orazio apparently took this young painter into his home, without any checks on the young mans background, introduced him to his daughter and allowed the young man unchaperoned access to Artemisia on the pretext of providing her with tuition. 
Since Tassi had previously earned the reputation as a man not to be trusted around women, it’s hard to understand why Orazio willingly allowed this, but he did. Tassi pursued Artemisia and eventually cornered her and brutally raped her. When she admitted the rape, which was about a year after it happened, her father filed suit against Tassi for injury and damage.
 When Artemisia accused Tassi of rape it seems the father turned against her and was more concerned about the family name and the unlikelihood of Artemisia ever finding a husband than he was about the ordeal suffered by his daughter. During the year following the rape, Tassi manipulated and blackmailed Artemisia. 

He told her no one would believe her,  her reputation was ruined and she would be scorned by every one. He promised to marry her if she kept quiet and allowed him to share her bed; and she agreed, probably because she felt she had no choice. Remarkably; the transcripts of the seven-month-long rape trial have survived and amongst the evidence is the record of the damage inflicted to Tassi by Artemisia in her ferocious attempt to fight him off.
 
According to trial records Artemisia testified that Tassi, with the help of family friends, had attempted to be alone with her repeatedly, and raped her when he finally succeeded in cornering her in her bedroom. She told how he tried to placate her afterwards by promising to marry her, and how he successfully gained access to her bedroom on the strength of that promise. 

She told how he always avoided keeping his promise and never actually married her. The trial records could be written for any modern tabloid, they tell how she was accused of not being a virgin at the time and of having many lovers before the incident. She was forced to undergo examination by midwives to determine whether she had been "deflowered" recently or a long time ago.
 
Perhaps even harder to bare for Artemisia was the testimony of Tassi that her artistic skills were so poor he had been employed to teach her the rules of perspective. He claimed this is what he was doing on the day of the alleged rape.  Tassi denied ever having had sexual relations with Artemisia and brought witnesses to testify that she was "an insatiable whore." Their testimony was refuted by Orazio (who brought countersuit for perjury), and Artemisia's accusations against Tassi were corroborated by a former friend of his who recounted Tassi's boasting about his sexual exploits at Artemisia's expense. 

It was then revealed that Tassi had earlier been imprisoned for incest with his sister-in-law and had been charged with arranging the murder of his wife. He was ultimately convicted on the charge of raping Artemisia; Tassi was convicted, but released by the judge. That was the same judge who ordered Artemisia to be tortured as a means of proving her honesty. She risked her painters hands to the thumb screw in order to prove her innocence and even after she was believed he served under a year in prison and to make matters worse, he was then invited back into the Gentileschi household by Orazio.
This unwelcome invite no doubt encouraged (the already pregnant) Artemisia  into the hastily arranged marriage to Florentine artist and family friend Pietro Antonio di Vincenzo Stiattesi. They married just one month after the trial ended, in November of 1612, and then moved to Florence. The marriage only lasted a few years but while she was married she and her husband both worked at the Academy of Design, and in 1616 Artemisia became an official member of the Academy, which was previously unheard of for a woman. This honour was only made possible because she was supported by her patron the Grand Duke Cosimo 11, member  of the powerful Medici family.  Prior to this, although she was the main bred winner of the family, it was her husband who negotiated commissions and the buying and selling of her work and equipment. Her paintings were owned by her husband, she was virtually owned by her husband, and all dealings concerning patrons, commissions and finance, were dealt with by the husband but; following her admission to the Academy, she became an emancipated woman and was able to conduct her own affairs. Membership of the Academy allowed Artemisia to officially gain emancipation and independence.  During her time in Florence, her patron, the Grand Duke, commissioned several paintings from her, he was a real fan of her work but when he died in 1621 she left Florence and returned to Rome as head of her own household. By this time Artemisia had grown into an educated and cultured woman, mostly self taught and she was a prolific and respected painter.
Over the next few years she moved around, always as head of her own household which usually comprised of herself, her daughters and her maidservants, and always as a successful painter. She was commissioned by some of the periods’ most influential people for works in Rome, Genoa, Naples and Venice. She was continually struggling to balance her own artistic preferences with the preferences of her patrons, who made her livelihood possible. She was also constantly seeking new patrons. The patron she finally attached herself was King Charles I of England. Artemisia was in residence at the English court between 1638 and 1641, she was one of many continental artists invited there by the art-collecting king.
She may even have gone to England at her fathers request to assist him in his ambitious project of decorating the ceilings of Queen’s house at Greenwich. In the years immediately following the rape and trial father and daughter were estranged, but in later life they were reunited and are known to have worked together. After civil war had broken out in England in 1641 Artemisia returned to Naples where she lived until her death.

She remained very active at Naples, she painting at least five variations on Bathsheba and perhaps another Judith during those final years. During her last ten years, her primary patron was Don Antonio Ruffo; more is known about these final years than many others due to 28 of her letters to him which have survived.

The exact cause and date of Artemisia's death is not recorded, but she most likely died in 1652. Despite being one of the best painters of her time, despite her extraordinary talent and technical expertise; the rape trial, her unconventional life as an emancipated female painter, and her preference for paintings of powerful women struggling against male dominance, did not endear her to the male aristocracy.
The only record of her death is in two satiric epitaphs, frequently translated and reprinted, they make no mention of her art but figure her in exclusively sexual terms as a nymphomaniac and adulterer. Thirty four of her paintings survive today, as well as the near complete transcript of the rape trial, published in full in Mary Gerrard's Artemisia Gentileschi, The Image of the Female Hero in Italian Baroque Art. This is a book worth reading.

Art historian Charles Moffat believes Artemisia may have committed suicide, which would explain why the cause of her death was not recorded. Personally I find that hard to believe, I can’t imagine why a woman who had the courage to be an independent woman in an age of the patriarch, who had suffered rape but refused to be victimized and who lived through the brutalizing ordeal of the rape trial and torture would then, when she had found independence and success, commit suicide. We will never know with certainty how or why she died, but we can know she was a remarkable painter, and more importantly, a remarkable woman.


Wednesday, 29 August 2012

Art, Blue



 
 
We are a couple of weeks away from the longest day, midsummers day, by the end of the month we will be heading back into darkness and another winter. It feels as if last winter has never left us. We have had a nice day here and there, sometimes even a couple of days, or at best a week, but then we descend back into the cold the wet and the miserable. A friend said to me we have lovely long summer evenings, and so we do, but long summer evenings are not the slightest use if it’s too cold to go out and enjoy them. I’m sitting here, at my computer, it’s a few minutes before 11 and it’s almost dark. If you look north you can still see the glow of evening light. Usually I love these long summer evenings but today I’m indoors, wearing winter woolies and turning up the heating. The song ‘Pale Blue Eyes’ has been playing over and over in my head all day. I’ve always liked this song. It made me start thinking about ‘blue’, I guess I’m a little ‘blue’ at the moment ( both literally and metaphorically). This lack of summer is enough to make any one feel ‘blue’.

But; ‘blue’ can be good too, here is a selection of the ‘good’ blues this melancholy mood has led me too. ……….

A collection of ‘Blue’ paintings.

 First here are the well known favorites’; the Blue Dancers by Degas,
followed by a couple of Picasso
and a couple of Monet.

The photo at the top of the page is of the American abstract expressionist painter and artist Helen Frankenthaler sitting amidst her art in her New York City studio. Photographed by Gordon Parks for LIFE magazine ca. 1956.
Polarbearprince by Sweedish artist Nils Dardel.
Nils Elias Christoffer von Dardel (sign: Nils Dardel) (1888 – 1943) was a Swedish post-impressionist painter born in Bettna, Södermanland, Sweden. After studying at the Royal Swedish Academy of Arts in Stockholm, he was one of a group of young artists who went to Paris in around 1910.

In the Garden my Richard Emil Miller
Richard Emil Miller (1875-1943), American Impressionist painter, studied at the St. Louis School of Fine Arts, & then sailed for Paris to study at Academie Julian (1898–1901). Paris was the art capital of the 19th-century. Its museums, exhibition spaces, art academies, & the manner in which the arts were perceived as an integral part of everyday life drew painters, sculptors, & architects from around the world to the French capital.

The flower meadow by Lynn Rodgie
Lynn Rodgie is constantly inspired by her environment; the Scottish countryside around her gives endless ideas for paintings. As she says; ‘The soft rolling hills of the borders is perhaps not as spectacular as the rugged north or as picturesque as the Lake District, but it has a gentle pull that grows on you over time. The geometric shapes and colours of the ploughed fields, rows of hay bales in a golden field are visions that will get me itching to pick up a paintbrush'.

Farm Blue by John Piper
John Piper paintings are always in oils on board or on canvas. A restricted use of colour and an emphasis on line and form, set within the Cornish landscape dominate the paintings. John paintings often have a series of thin glazes applied one upon another. Sometimes earlier drawing is allowed to show through; whilst at other times the painting is deeply scratched and scraped, providing an intensity of depth and colour. At other times, particularly with smaller paintings, paint is applied more opaquely and with less over-drawing.


A poem by Anne Bronte
The Bluebell.
( watercolour by Clair Winteringham)

A fine and subtle spirit dwells
In every little flower,
Each one its own sweet feeling breathes
With more or less of power.
There is a silent eloquence
In every wild bluebell
That fills my softened heart with bliss
That words could never tell.
( Barbara Bagley)

Yet I recall not long ago
A bright and sunny day,
'Twas when I led a toilsome life
So many leagues away;
( Barbara Bagley)
That day along a sunny road
All carelessly I strayed,
Between two banks where smiling flowers
Their varied hues displayed.

Before me rose a lofty hill,
Behind me lay the sea,
My heart was not so heavy then
As it was wont to be.
( Barbara Bagley)
Less harassed than at other times
I saw the scene was fair,
And spoke and laughed to those around,
As if I knew no care.
( Anne Mortimer)

But when I looked upon the bank
My wandering glances fell
Upon a little trembling flower,
A single sweet bluebell.
(John Connolley)
Whence came that rising in my throat,
That dimness in my eye?
Why did those burning drops distil --
Those bitter feelings rise?
(Matthew Palmer)
O, that lone flower recalled to me
My happy childhood's hours
When bluebells seemed like fairy gifts
A prize among the flowers,
(Sally Stafford)
Those sunny days of merriment
When heart and soul were free,
And when I dwelt with kindred hearts
That loved and cared for me.
( water colour by Mulligan Greta)
I had not then mid heartless crowds
To spend a thankless life
In seeking after others' weal
With anxious toil and strife.
'Sad wanderer, weep those blissful times
That never may return!'
The lovely floweret seemed to say,
And thus it made me mourn.

And the music that began this tour of the blue………………Pale Blue Eyes


   

forgetmenot525 wrote on Jun 16
I'd send you some sun if I could. Soon it'll be way too hot for my liking. Too bad we don't usually get the weather we'd like. I'm always thinking about Crowded House's 'Take the Weather With You' and wish I could do just that. Anyway, your post is beautiful and beautifully done.
I can see how constantly scorching temperatures could become unpleasant, its just so hard to image anyone getting fed up with the heat when we have to suffer winter conditions in the middle of June.
forgetmenot525 wrote on Jun 16
veryfrank said
am also taken with the blue art work. In fact we have a large print of the Degas, framed with a silver-leaf frame.
that's one of my favourite Degas too, the blue dancers seem to have a little extra something his more common pink of lemon dancers lack.
forgetmenot525 wrote on Jun 16
mitchylr said
"someone screwed up the order..they sent two autumns!!"
from where I'm sitting it looks like a double winter with a side order of torrential rain.
If it stretches from where you are to where I am it must be bad...........
forgetmenot525 wrote on Jun 16
gorgeous artwork, words and music. thank you, Loretta. ♥
thanks Deb................I'm so heartily sick of this weather I had to do something to turn it around.
brendainmad wrote on Jun 16
I'd send you some sun if I could. Soon it'll be way too hot for my liking. Too bad we don't usually get the weather we'd like. I'm always thinking about Crowded House's 'Take the Weather With You' and wish I could do just that. Anyway, your post is beautiful and beautifully done.
nemo4sun wrote on Jun 15
((((hug)))

:)
veryfrank wrote on Jun 15
I am also taken with the blue art work. In fact we have a large print of the Degas, framed with a silver-leaf frame.

The Summer Solstice on Wednesday, 20 June, is of course our longest day. Then the days get incrementally shorter, but then the heat really ramps up here until September.
mitchylr wrote on Jun 15
Alas, I fear summer is just a rumour. Down here in Wales, I've had several days of torrential rain and gale-force winds. One wit at work was heard to say "someone screwed up the order..they sent two autumns!!". That just about sums it up!!

Love all your 'blue' artwork, but for me there's something really appealing about the multitude of thin tree trunks in Barbara Bagley's works.
greenwytch wrote on Jun 15
gorgeous artwork, words and music. thank you, Loretta. ♥