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No one even looks at these little photography/Photoshop experiments, but I keep putting them up because I like them. If I was running a commercial blog I guess it would behove me to at least try and please most visitors most of the time, but this isn’t a commercial blog. Anyway the photo was originally in color and I used the paper tone filter in Nik Color Effects to give it a midnight effect.
From a book review, The Private Lives of the Impressionists by Sue Roe
Manet was an elegant, handsome, dandified boulevardier whose father the judge naturally kept a mistress but would not permit his son to marry his own life-long mistress. When a son was born to Manet and Suzanne he had to be given a neutral surname. Manet also had an affair with the demi-mondaine Méry Laurent, the maîtresse en titre of the American dentist Thomas Evans who had once smuggled the Empress Eugénie out of danger in Paris to the safety of England. Manet died of tertiary syphilis but not before he had had a gangrenous leg amputated in his own house.
His brother Eugène married Berthe Morisot. Sisley had his parental allowance stopped when he moved into his mistress’s flat. Pissarro set up house with one of his mother’s maids, and had several children by her, but was not allowed to marry her. Monet was, for a time, kept moderately solvent by his principal patron Ernest Hoschedé. He also conducted a long affair with Hoschedé’s wife, and there are doubts about the paternity of the last Hoschedé child. Hoschedé went bankrupt, thus effectively ruining Monet whose wife died leaving him free to marry Alice Hoschedé, but he could not do so till Hoschedé died.
Only Degas seems not to have had a typically Bohemian personal life, seeing women only as the vital ingredients of his paintings, as models but not as companions: “What would I want a wife for? Imagine someone who at the end of a gruelling day in the studio said ‘that’s a nice painting dear’.”
Cézanne also was always under threat of losing the paternal allowance, and he too lived in secret with Hortense and their son marrying only after the death of his uncomprehending father.
There are occasional charming serendipities. Bazille, like Berlioz, was a continually failing medical student whose letters to his distraught father, while not as literate as those of Berlioz, offer similar excuses. We know that Manet’s Olympia and Déjeuner sur l’herbe caused scandals but the worst scandal was his painting of the shooting of the Emperor of Mexico, Maximillian. So great was the political, as opposed to sexual, outrage that the censor ordered the picture to be confiscated and had it torn into three pieces. That we can still see this wonderful painting is due to Degas, who not only salvaged it, but painstakingly put it back together.
I’m not sure of the deep seeded psychological reasons, but for the last couple of years I’ve wondered if there isn’t some deal that the creative psyche makes i wth the universe. The universe says that yes you can be talented, so talented that you influence art for centuries, but in return your personal life or even your personality will be screwy, if not screwed up. Though as a southerner I look around and see quite a few people that have nothing like earth shattering talent whose lives are not exactly a shining example to all. So maybe when it comes to the lives and personal demons of artists they are no more cursed then the average person, only that the lives of the gifted are under more scrutiny then everyone else. One thing I just can’t comprehend is the influence these great artists fathers had over their personal lives. Wonder why Freud focused on women with all the paternal obsession going on in the late 19th century.
Its turned into a visual arts posts, Picture History. This photo of president Martin Van Buren is just funny, a few more inches and he could have achieved flight with those mutton chop sideburns. A whole portfolio of dignified photos of American Indians.