Showing posts with label Flanders. Show all posts
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Sunday, February 27, 2022

Peter Paul Rubens - The Great Last Judgment

Peter Paul Rubens
The Great Last Judgment
1617
oil on canvas
Alte Pinakothek, Munich

Peter Paul Rubens
The Great Last Judgment
(installation view)
1617
oil on canvas
Alte Pinakothek, Munich

 An Immense Fragment

This work is immense, nearly twenty feet tall, yet gives the impression that one is viewing only a small portion of the Last Judgment.  Christ, isolated atop an arch of clouds, raises the elect with his right hand while commanding the damned downward with his left.  God the Father is half hidden behind more clouds above, and one can just make out the hovering dove of the Holy Spirit.  

Thrust closer to the viewer is a massive spiraling loop of human bodies, nearly all of them unclothed.  Nudes like these, generously built, with ample rolls of flesh – notably the women, but also the men –  are characteristic of Rubens.  On ground level people are rising from their tombs; we can even pick out among them a death's head.  All seem astonished by what is happening.  Along the left edge, female angels help these voluptuous figures to rise.  Other angels welcome and greet them on their arrival, while on the opposite side angels are assisting the descent with similar amiability.  Between the two, St Michael and the trumpeters of the Apocalypse.       

The Counter-Reformation

With the Council of Trent, baroque sensuality came into its own.  Defying Protestant sects, the Church officially endorsed splendor and pomp, newly emphasizing the theatrical aspects of religion (so strongly condemned by reformers), while overseeing the resurgence of what amounted to paganism.  In this period wealth was lavished on extravagant forms of "sacred" display everywhere from Mexico to Rome.  Difficult to imagine a Last Judgment more opulent than this one – the flesh of the damned every bit as appetizing as that of the saved.  Rather than bodies in glory, the spectacle is of glorious bodies.  

– translated and adapted from Le Musée imaginaire de Michel Butor: 105 œuvres décisives de la peinture occidentale (Paris: Flammarion, 2019)

Friday, February 18, 2022

Dieric Bouts - Ascent of the Elect / Fall of the Damned

Dieric Bouts
Ascent of the Elect
ca. 1470
oil on panel
Palais del Beaux-Arts de Lille

Dieric Bouts
Fall of the Damned
ca. 1470
oil on panel
Palais del Beaux-Arts de Lille

Diptych 

Two panels – one paradisal, of the sort usually positioned to the left – the other infernal, which would typically be seen on the right.  Between the two we would expect to have – as in the majority of Flemish altarpieces at this period – a third panel representing the Last Judgment.  But no trace of one has ever been found.  

In fact, the left-hand panel does not exactly represent Paradise, but the view toward Paradise.  In a garden comparable to the lost Eden, happy souls are guided by angels toward a sort of trampoline where they will be vaulted up to Paradise proper.  

The Path of the Elect

In this semi-divine garden, vestibule to the definitive garden –  which is no doubt beyond any possibility of representation in its mystical splendor – clear water flows between banks littered with precious stones, among which grow plants sufficiently detailed that we can identify them.  

In the middle-ground stands a fountain from which issue the four rivers one regularly encounters in depictions of the terrestrial paradise.  Here is the description in Genesis: And a river went out of Eden to water the garden and from thence it was parted, and became into four heads.  The name of the first is Pison, that is it which compasseth the whole land of Havilah, where there is gold, and the gold of that land is good; there is bdellium and the onyx stone.  And the name of the second river is Gihon, the same is it that compasseth the whole land of Ethiopia.  And the name of the third river is Hiddekel, that is it which goeth toward the east of Assyria.  And the fourth river is Euphrates.    

In the foreground we see a group of souls, nearly nude, conducted by an angel viewed from the back, wearing a splendid chasuble.  In the distance, other angels lead other groups toward the celestial embarkation.  The horizon is very beautiful, already having reached the level of Claude Lorrain in the way the trees are handled.  Clouds form a sort of tunnel, within which tiny soul-specks are wafted toward Heaven.  

Dieric Bouts
Fall of the Damned (detail)
ca. 1470
oil on panel
Palais del Beaux-Arts de Lille

Hell without an Exit

No way to leave Hell, it appears.  In the same way the good are wafted into the sky, the evil sink endlessly into the pit, mistreated by demons shown in the guise of a rich variety of nasty animals.  The damned are completely nude, but not immodest – their anatomy is admirably austere.  The crepuscular horizon outlines rocky crags with flames shooting in every direction, and the infernal sky is filled with fearsome creatures.  A demon with bat wings prepares to drop one of the damned into the pit, another seizes one as he plunges.

Double Distance

Distance plays an important role among all the Flemish primitives.  It represents the yearning for an elsewhere.  The vestibule-garden already constitutes a distance from the quotidian earth.  Within that distance the trampoline-hill is yet more distant, and furnishes access to the ultimate distance of Heaven.  

In Hell, distance actually occupies the foreground – in the imaginations of the tortured.  The upper register – that crepuscular anti-sky from which the damned are falling – is in fact our own world.    

– translated and adapted from Le Musée imaginaire de Michel Butor: 105 œuvres décisives de la peinture occidentale (Paris: Flammarion, 2019)

Tuesday, December 28, 2021

Flemish Prints (Seventeenth-Eighteenth Centuries)

Cornelis Galle the Elder after Johannes Stradanus
Prophet Malachi
ca. 1633
engraving
British Museum

Cornelis Galle the Elder after Peter Paul Rubens
Samson and the Lion
(frontispiece to Poems by Urban VIII Barberini)
ca. 1634
engraving
British Museum

Cornelis de Wael
Puppet Show in Rome
before 1667
etching
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Adriaen van Stalbemt
Landscape with Castle
before 1662
etching
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Adriaen van Stalbemt
Landscape with Ruined Abbey
before 1662
etching
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Adriaen van Stalbemt
Landscape with Watermill
before 1662
etching
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Jan van Troyen after David Teniers the Younger
Christ among the Doctors
before 1670
engraving
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Jan van Troyen after Pordenone
The Raising of Lazarus
ca. 1656-60
etching and engraving
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Jan van Troyen after Michiel Sweerts
Iesus Admirabilis (Young Christ)
before 1670
engraving
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Jan van Troyen after Michiel Sweerts
Mater Amabilis (the Virgin)
before 1670
engraving
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Cornelis Vermeulen
after Adriaen van der Werff
Elizabeth I, Queen of England
1697
engraving
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Cornelis Vermeulen
after Louis de Boullogne the Younger
Monument to Louis XIV
1685
engraving
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Cornelis Vermeulen after Anthony van Dyck
Maria Louise von Thurn und Taxis
before 1709
engraving
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Cornelis Vermeulen after Guido Reni
Erigone
ca. 1700
etching and engraving
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Cornelis Vermeulen after Peter Paul Rubens
Marie de' Medici fleeing the City of Blois
1710
hand-colored etching and engraving
Royal Academy of Arts, London

Le Médecin Malgré Lui

Oh I suppose I should
Wash the walls of my office,
Polish the rust from
My instruments and keep them
Definitely in order;
Build shelves in
The little laboratory;
Empty out the old stains,
Clean the bottles
And refill them; buy
Another lens; put
My journals on edge instead of
Letting them lie flat
In heaps – then begin
Ten years back and 
Gradually
Read them to date,
Cataloguing important
Articles for ready reference.
I suppose I should
Read the new books.
If to this I added
A bill at the tailor's
And the cleaner's
And grew a decent beard
And cultivated a look
Of importance –
Who can tell?  I might be
A credit to my Lady Happiness
And never think anything
But a white thought!

– William Carlos Williams (1918)

Friday, December 24, 2021

Eighteenth-Century Figure Studies from the Low Countries

Jacobus Johannes Lauwers
Life-Drawing Studio
ca. 1770
watercolor
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Jacobus Johannes Lauwers
Model posed as St Sebastian
ca. 1770
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Jacobus Johannes Lauwers
Académie
ca. 1770
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Jacobus Johannes Lauwers
Académie
ca. 1770
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Hendrik de Flines
Académie
ca. 1784-98
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Christiaan Welmeer
Académie
1791
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Egbert van Drielst
Académie
ca. 1775
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Egbert van Drielst
Académie
1777
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Egbert van Drielst
Académie
c1780-
drawing-
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Cornelis Joseph d'Heur
Académie
before 1762
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Cornelis Joseph d'Heur
Académie
before 1762
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Cornelis Joseph d'Heur
Académie
before 1762
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Cornelis Joseph d'Heur
Académie
before 1762
drawing
Teylers Museum, Haarlem

Cornelis Joseph d'Heur
Bound Slave
(study of a cast)
before 1762
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Cornelis Joseph d'Heur
Atalanta and Hippomenes
(study of a cast)
before 1762
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

The Flight

Just seen, running, and silver-gray
along the top tube of a fence between myrtles and me,
too slinky for a bird and even at this distance
unmistakably a quadruped and
nimble, some sort of unspoiled animal, but which?
It ran as if away
from a threat, peril was everywhere,
a footsole crunches it, it is mangled
by a tire's treads, hawk scoops it, turkey buzzard
pecks at it, no speech mitigates its pains,
even the cat fools with it, until, inedible,
it is kicked into the gutter. There she goes,
the slinky silver-gray Atalanta of reptiles
vanishes in no time, for the wind
whisks from her feet such tenuous gusts of air –
brisk now where turnpikes stretch their webs,
and not forever can an earthiness
so sweet as this propel such grace.

She'll have got to the mantis eggs by now,
at each gulp of hatchling
she slowly blinks with satisfaction.

– Christopher Middleton (2014)

Saturday, December 11, 2021

Seventeenth-Century Flemish Paintings (Five Genres)

Jan van Kessel the Elder
Still Life with Vegetables and Fruit
ca. 1660
oil on panel
Palazzo Pretorio, Prato

Adriaen van Utrecht
Banquet Still Life
1644
oil on canvas
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Gillis van Tilborgh the Younger
Interior with a Social Gathering
ca. 1655-75
oil on canvas
private collection

Gillis van Tilborgh the Younger
Music-Making Company
ca. 1655-60
oil on canvas
Nationalmuseum, Stockholm

Jan Brueghel the Elder
River Landscape
1612
oil on panel
Indianapolis Museum of Art

follower of Jan Brueghel the Elder
Landscape with a River
ca. 1600-1625
oil on copper
Musées Royaux des Beaux-Arts, Brussels

attributed to Cornelis de Wael
View of the Colosseum, Rome
before 1667
oil on canvas
private collection

Peter Paul Rubens
Peasant Dance
ca. 1630-35
oil on panel
Museo del Prado, Madrid

Peter Paul Rubens and workshop
Wise Rule of James I
(sketch for Banqueting House ceiling, Whitehall)
1632-34
oil on canvas
Musées Royaux des Beaux-Arts, Brussels

Jacob Jordaens
Allegory of Fertility
ca. 1630
oil on canvas
Musées Royaux des Beaux-Arts, Brussels

Jacob Jordaens
Allegory of Fertility (detail)
ca. 1630
oil on canvas
Musées Royaux des Beaux-Arts, Brussels

Denis Calvaert 
The Flagellation
before 1619
oil on canvas
Pinacoteca Nazionale di Bologna

Gérard Douffet
The Last Supper
ca. 1640
oil on canvas
Musée d'Arts de Nantes

Gérard Douffet
Holy Family
ca. 1650
oil on canvas
Musée d'Art Religieux et d'Art Mosan, Liège

Arnould de Vuez
St Cecilia
ca. 1695
oil on canvas
Palais des Beaux-Arts de Lille

Poem For My Birthday

I have stopped being the heroine
of my bad dreams. The melodramas
of betrayal and narrow escapes
from which I wake up grateful
for an unexciting life
are starring my troubled young friend
or one of my daughters. I'm not the one
who swims too far out to sea;
I am the one who waves from the shore
vainly and in despair.
Life is what happens to someone else;
I stand on the sidelines and wring my hands.
Strange, that my dreams should have accepted
the minor role I've been cast in
by stories since stories began.
Does that mean I have solved my life?
I'm still afraid in my dreams, but not for myself.
Fear gets rededicated
with a new stone that bears a needier name.

– Lisel Mueller (1988)