Les Nympheas by Claude Monet
The French
Impressionists are loved all over the world today, and there
are few people who are interested in the arts who have not heard of
Giverny, the idyllic gardens where Monet lived and painted. Monet
made them famous by painting some of his greatest works there. His
paintings of water lilies have become synonymous with gentile
sophistication. Most casual art lovers assume that he enjoyed
ultimate happiness there in such beautiful, inspiring surroundings.
Surely he and his family were basking in such a carefree, artistic
lifestyle, and his sunny, colorful paintings were his way of sharing
his joy.
That would make a great
story, but that is not what echoes across the ponds of Giverny.
Probably the greatest irony about Giverny is the hardship and
difficulty which its gardens have covered over with time. The
tintypes I found caught my attention at first because of the
glamorous people I recognized. But as I researched the faces, and
learned the names and the stories behind them, other tintypes began to
tell a deeper, tragic story, inconveniently based on the facts. That affected me far more than the
shallow, pretty faces I had been admiring. My collection became a
soap box opera complete with villains and fools and behind-the-scenes
heroes.
If I were to
write a fitting book about this epic tragedy, its stars would mostly
be women.
But one has already been written: the private lives of the impressionists, by Sue Roe. Thanks to her, I could understand the heroism and complexities of the Fempressionists.
But one has already been written: the private lives of the impressionists, by Sue Roe. Thanks to her, I could understand the heroism and complexities of the Fempressionists.
The heroes of the
Impressionist movement were not the main artists, whom we venerate
today. There were spurts of sterling behavior and leadership from
Manet, son of a prominent judge, or Monet, the son of a merchant.
Theirs were the most famous names associated with this unorthodox art
movement which most Frenchmen considered as a failure executed by madmen. The other, less political artists looked to them for direction. Claude Monet did
spend some time in the beginning weaving the group together, much
like Bazille, his deceased roommate had dreamed. But Manet stayed aloof and Renoir
was selling well enough not to need the Impressionist association,
and remained cynical. He went along to get along. Monet's backbone was disintegrating, and after several years the poor
sales and the political complications of trying to organize artists
became too frustrating. Meanwhile he had a tangled web at home to navigate.
Pissarro and Sisley were
the quiet stereotypical artists, sensitive types, preferring to
distance themselves and concentrate on their painting. In those first seven exciting years, Edouard Manet never
agreed to show with the group, not once, not wanting to jeopardize
his status as a respected Salon artist. In fact it was Degas, the man
who shunned plein air painting (and most of the theories of the
Impressionists), who needed the group on a psychological level and
worked to save it whenever negotiations for solidarity fell apart. It turns out the
shining light in the group for him, and in fact for all of this
male-dominated group, was Berthe Morisot.
Berthe Morisot in Repose, by Edouard Manet. (cropped)
Berthe Morisot was a
stunningly beautiful woman, and that is probably
why the men made an exception for her in their group. After all, as a
blue-blood, upper class lady she could not (would not) hang out in the taverns
with them, where they did all of their carousing and brainstorming, thus she could not be any kind of threat. But she was a
solid artist, who would model for them, and she looked good adorning
their shows. She also unselfishly helped to sell their works, and she put money into the
promotion of their events, and brought along clients from her social
circle.
Berthe Morisot was moody and insecure, but she was devoted to art,
had already earned official respect at Salon exhibits. More importantly, at times she helped pay for their expenses, published the advertising
materials, and was the only one trusted to hang the shows (very touchy business!). She not only
provided capital and inspiration, she was the constant in the
equation. She did everything but paint the
pictures, for this group of whining, undeserving underachievers. She was the mother.
L@L the Morisot clan. Tiburce and his mother Cornelie
stand behind the sister artists. Wealthy and influential,
the Morisot clan was useful to the Impressionists.
Edma and Berthe (seated ) were trained by professional
artists and had recognized talent. Edma got married,
Berthe devoted herself to art and specifically the
Impressionist movement.
Later Gustave Caillebotte, another budding artist/son of privilege, but one with A JOB,
joined right along side of her, buying their works, subsidizing their
showings, anything to keep the movement alive. The young artist was
as committed as Morisot was to their success, but found the group falling
apart. Soon there was petty jealousy from Monet and Degas that this
newcomer was exercising too much authority. Monet began to threaten not
to show.
L@L Mary Cassatt... like an indulgent aunt
herding crying children. (detail from a photograph)
herding crying children. (detail from a photograph)
Then Degas befriended an American woman who showed great
promise in several ways, and invited her to show with them. This probably signaled the end of the old group, and the warm fraternal feelings they had shared. A second woman represented a cataclysmic shift in power, to a group of insecure, chauvinist narcissists. Most of them were dubious and jealous, and began to behave in strange ways. Perhaps bitter at circumstances, even Berthe Morisot, preoccupied during the last Impressionist show with pregnancy, seemed to have been ambivalent at best about the presence of this assertive female achiever.
In spite of all of that, Mary Cassatt turned out to have the skill, ambition and connections to insure the survival and the legacy of Impressionism. As Berthe Morisot began to fade because of personal issues, Cassatt picked up the slack. She brokered a great deal of Impressionist art in Paris and planted the seeds of success in the United States. Her role in history has always been understated.
To put it simply, Cassatt brought in the big money which lifted the Impressionists out of the self-destructive mire of elitist French bickering into acceptance and prosperity.
I think art historians are generally reluctant to assert the importance which the collectors in the United States played in the lasting legacy of the French Impressionists. Not wanting to cause any more indignation between our country and theirs, they have always scooted past the obvious in deference to French pride. Art was where we find out commonalities, where we celebrate the brotherhood of man... Who cares how or why it happened, just be glad it did. And I could probably go along with that if France and the French were not so... haughty. True I have never been to France, but reports from many friends who have is that I do not want to go there because the people there are condescending and dislike Americans.
I do not dislike them... I have genuine French (Durant & Brashear back to Charlemagne!) blood in my veins. But the truth is that the Impressionists were practically disbanded, destitute and without hope when Durand-Ruel, their agent tried a desperate move and took large containers full f their their works to America hoping to stimulate sales and keep the artists encouraged and eating. Thank goodness his plan worked. America was the gracious, open-minded atmosphere which immediately embraced the new art and guaranteed its survival and established it as a legitimate art movement.
The artists cringed, Monet ignorantly and vehemently objected, as Durand-Ruel went on to America with the purpose and devotion- and Cassatt administered aid like a nun among wretches. And like a nun, she never wanted or got much credit. Strangely, like and indulgent aunt, she seemed to have liked it that way.
In spite of all of that, Mary Cassatt turned out to have the skill, ambition and connections to insure the survival and the legacy of Impressionism. As Berthe Morisot began to fade because of personal issues, Cassatt picked up the slack. She brokered a great deal of Impressionist art in Paris and planted the seeds of success in the United States. Her role in history has always been understated.
To put it simply, Cassatt brought in the big money which lifted the Impressionists out of the self-destructive mire of elitist French bickering into acceptance and prosperity.
I think art historians are generally reluctant to assert the importance which the collectors in the United States played in the lasting legacy of the French Impressionists. Not wanting to cause any more indignation between our country and theirs, they have always scooted past the obvious in deference to French pride. Art was where we find out commonalities, where we celebrate the brotherhood of man... Who cares how or why it happened, just be glad it did. And I could probably go along with that if France and the French were not so... haughty. True I have never been to France, but reports from many friends who have is that I do not want to go there because the people there are condescending and dislike Americans.
I do not dislike them... I have genuine French (Durant & Brashear back to Charlemagne!) blood in my veins. But the truth is that the Impressionists were practically disbanded, destitute and without hope when Durand-Ruel, their agent tried a desperate move and took large containers full f their their works to America hoping to stimulate sales and keep the artists encouraged and eating. Thank goodness his plan worked. America was the gracious, open-minded atmosphere which immediately embraced the new art and guaranteed its survival and established it as a legitimate art movement.
The artists cringed, Monet ignorantly and vehemently objected, as Durand-Ruel went on to America with the purpose and devotion- and Cassatt administered aid like a nun among wretches. And like a nun, she never wanted or got much credit. Strangely, like and indulgent aunt, she seemed to have liked it that way.
Morisot and Cassatt were excellent
artists, and yes they modeled some, but more importantly they brought
several qualities to the group which it lacked and would never have
survived without. They did not let petty issues derail the movement.
That means they did not let their egos get in the way. They were more
likely to encourage, overlook, forgive, and incorporate many other
female abilities, that men, even Frenchmen, of that era found impossible. Morisot and
Cassatt once bank-rolled an event, in the process publishing a poster, and yet left
their own names off of it so there would be no objections from the
“masters.” The two women Impressionists showed the kind of unselfish sacrifice that
wives have always had to practice to move mankind forward.
Still, they were serving
themselves as they served the male Impressionists. Albeit lop-sided, it
was a business arrangement. The most heroic behavior came from the
artist's wives and girl friends.
It would be impossible to
do the women of Impressionism, the "Fempressionists," justice in the space of this blog. But I will briefly run
through this hardy group of adventurers, as they are the true unsung
protagonists of this story.
Suzanne Leenhoff was Edouard Manet's fleshy piano teacher, who taught him a great deal more than his parents bargained for. When she became pregnant, she and Manet fled to Paris and his crafty right-brained mother created false documents which deftly made the child Edouard's godson and Suzanne's nephew... and they hid the whole affair from Judge Manet until he died. Suzanne, ever adoring, put up with the charade and Manet's incessant womanizing and his insatiable ego and they finally married a decade later. All the while he was infatuated with Berthe Morisot, his idol and most celebrated model. The patron saint of artist's wives, Suzanne was understanding, never visibly jealous, a faithful, talented, patient model and helpmate till the end.
L@L Camille Monet
Camille Monet
paired up with Claude, the son of a ship chandler, before the Franco-Prussian War, when his only
visible means of support was poor, indulgent Frederic Bazille. She
stayed with him during countless moves, many in the middle of the
night, running from angry landlords, and endured hunger, sickness,
and want for fifteen years, before her health failed. She gave Claude
two sons, Jean and Michael, and tons of encouragement... all while her own life ebbed away.
L@L the sons of Claude Monet; Jean & Michael out of Camille, the others out of Alice Hoschede.
Camille also endured the ultimate awkwardness of sharing her life with Claude's faithful female patron and companion; Alice Hoschede. Alice came into their home to care for her during her illness... and supplied for Claude's "needs" as well. Meanwhile Camille existed in a depressing blur of insecurity and maddening pain, and true helplessness. She passed away from cancer of the cervix when only 32, still young, but when Monet's career was on the skids and he too had lost all hope. It would not be an exaggeration to say that Camille died in pain and despair. Alice Hoschede got the gold mine. Camille got the shaft.
L@L Alice Hoschede
It does not help our perspective that Alice was so pretty. A mother of four, and a devoted Monet fan and art collector, the powerful Belgian Alice Hoschede left her bumbling husband with his business failures and moved in, 4 children in tow, with the Monets. No one can say what Claude Monet's plan was... or if he even had one. Described by her first mother-in-law as witty, intelligent and strong-willed, no man from this world, or his wife was a match for Alice.
In the beginning her presence was justified as a temporary favor during the separation from Mr. Hoschede. Then Camille got sick... and sicker. Alice stayed on, under the auspices of helping the Monet household, as Monet was busy painting some of his worst work ever, fighting with his group about coming exhibits, and trying to sell his works in a failing economy. When the Monets moved, she moved with them. Then she gave Monet (or someone!) a son, her fifth child.
French men often had virtual harems. Hoschede the French Amazon had her men. She dared anyone to complain. Her husband had borrowed money from Monet which he could not repay, so he did not give them any trouble. She was kind of like loan collateral, and struggling Ernest Hoschede just stayed away.
L@L Aline Charigot Renoir
Perhaps the most patient
of all was Aline Charigot Renoir, who did not get the reward or the protection of marriage until five years after she had given
Pierre a handsome son. She had to make-do until he was ready to be
inconvenienced with a family. And the whole time he was painting and
enjoying his various female models, never admitting to his strict
parents that he had a child. Renoir, the son of a tailor, is believed to have “had” the
most women... and we know them by the paintings he cranked out...
Lise Trehot, Michel Levy, and Aline Charigot, who got downright fat,
and gladly brought aboard her cousin Gabrielle Renard to help
take care of the three boys... and model her womanly form for the
man...
two of the figures in this Renoir painting.
Renoir's most beautiful model was Berthe Morisot's daughter,
Julie Manet, a young woman whom he had committed to help
support after she was orphaned at 16. Whether or not she modeled a la
natural, he painted her in the nude... (sometimes sticking her sweet
face on a huge, out of proportion body) creating the most glorious
and bizarre nude fantasies of his time.
Degas had no woman, the
closest being the stalwart Mary Cassatt. He once admitted that
he could have married her, but said he could never have made love to
her. Somewhere in their relationship, she became the mother he never
had, a woman he actually liked, even respected, and he would never have tampered with that, perhaps his most
treasured human relationship...
L@L Mary Cassatt, about 25,
wholesome American girl
when she first came to Paris.
when she first came to Paris.
Degas sought out the impressionists, nurtured the group passionately, because it had become his surrogate family. Sadly he failed the group and the impeccable Cassatt one too many times, when he did not meet his commitment to provide lithographic artist's prints for a show she labored to bring to fruition. She became disgusted and disillusioned with him and significantly cooled their friendship. Even mothers have their limit.
Alfred Sisley with his wife, as they posed for Manet.
Camille Pissarro the veteran Portuguese spartan, and Sisley the merchant's son
had long-suffering wives as well. They were more private so we know
less about the chemistry of their relationships. (sorry, no pictures, so far) But Alfred Sisley's
gorgeous wife, Marie Louise Adelaide Eugenie Lescouezec, made a great model for Renoir, who painted her and her
husband dancing in one of his finest works. And it is good that he captured her, as her husband painted landscapes exclusively. She may have met Sisley as a model, as her family had fallen on hard times. When they joined households, his parents severed most of Sisley's financial support. She took a job at a florist to support her lover.
Julie Pissarro may have had the greatest hardship to overcome, losing and rebuilding her home during the Franco-Prussian War. Her husband was the black sheep from a prosperous Jewish merchant family. They had always been on their own. She and Camille were already making their home together in Louveciennes when the war broke out. They had fled and been married in England with a few friends and ex-patriots to witness it. When hostilities ended, they came back to a disaster. One can only imagine the discouragement of returning to a ransacked house, full of bile, your husband's extensive inventory stolen or mutilated, covered with the stinking blood of slaughtered livestock. This was the glamorous life of an artist!
Julie Pissarro may have had the greatest hardship to overcome, losing and rebuilding her home during the Franco-Prussian War. Her husband was the black sheep from a prosperous Jewish merchant family. They had always been on their own. She and Camille were already making their home together in Louveciennes when the war broke out. They had fled and been married in England with a few friends and ex-patriots to witness it. When hostilities ended, they came back to a disaster. One can only imagine the discouragement of returning to a ransacked house, full of bile, your husband's extensive inventory stolen or mutilated, covered with the stinking blood of slaughtered livestock. This was the glamorous life of an artist!
L@L Marie Cezanne
Although never allowed to
show with the Impressionists, the meek and humble misfit Paul Cezanne
has always been associated with them. Like Manet, he had no “group”
otherwise. His wife Marie Hortense Cezanne was the most degraded and
neglected of all, living in abject poverty, Cezanne playing the same
game with his father that Manet and Renoir had played with theirs. Cezanne lied, hid and sneaked around his father for over ten years, avoiding discovery that
he had a growing family, while taking money from his father, his
friends, anyone to continue making paintings... which he could not sell.
Marie was always tucked away somewhere out of sight, without event the prestige of being married to a "famous Impressionist."
Cezanne could never have claimed that he lacked access to the art world. In truth he was tolerated like a mascot, a source of pity if not comic relief. His wife, the Impressionists, even his childhood friend, Emile Zola, the most prominent art critic in France, failed to appreciate his works, which seemed more desperately incoherent, rather than iconoclastic. Still, towards the end of the Impressionist organization, when new blood was being recruited, some of the members fought to include him in their last shows.
Marie did all the work around the house, raised the children and lots of chickens and rabbits for food, completely underground, and waited patiently for Cezanne to figure it all out. He never did. She made a small fortune however when he died and avant garde art dealers competed to buy everything. She said he never knew what he was doing... but she did.
Cezanne could never have claimed that he lacked access to the art world. In truth he was tolerated like a mascot, a source of pity if not comic relief. His wife, the Impressionists, even his childhood friend, Emile Zola, the most prominent art critic in France, failed to appreciate his works, which seemed more desperately incoherent, rather than iconoclastic. Still, towards the end of the Impressionist organization, when new blood was being recruited, some of the members fought to include him in their last shows.
Marie did all the work around the house, raised the children and lots of chickens and rabbits for food, completely underground, and waited patiently for Cezanne to figure it all out. He never did. She made a small fortune however when he died and avant garde art dealers competed to buy everything. She said he never knew what he was doing... but she did.
Five of the artists in this story who painted themselves as lefties. You have probably never heard of them, yet they were recognized as having superior skill.
In all these accounts
women made such a critical contribution it is impossible to separate
them from the survival and victory achieved by the French
Impressionists. AND I WOULD BET, (but there is no way to prove this), that in almost every case it was a left-brained woman (right-handed) making an otherwise hopeless situation possible, led by a right-brained artist, who would have perished without her. The right-handed artists seemed to have been notoriously better businessmen... as their names are more recognizable...
Left-brained masters- of right-brained processes in a left-brained world, these artists (except Van Gogh!) seemed to have been whole-brained, able to find balance and success in the art world. Degas and Van Gogh never married, functioning quite independently of any helpmate. Monet, Pissarro and Manet benefited greatly from common sense, earthbound wives.
Thank God for the"Fempressionists"!
When you add the women who
were devoted art collectors of the new art, like Madame Charpentier,
Havermeyer, etc., it becomes safe to say that without the involvement
and intercession of key women, the French Impressionists would have
been just another gang of loud, bragging drunks at the tavern.
Which begs the question...
why don't we know this?
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