University of Minnesota 2015 May Global Seminar: Vive Les Arts: Paris-Inspired Music, Art & Literature

Sunday, May 31, 2015

Beautifully Disturbed at the Louvre

Friday was Louvre day. Feeling both tired and excited, I organized myself for a day of walking and observing.



The Louvre is huge. It was around seven times bigger than I was expecting it to be and it was stuffed with around one hundred thirty-eight times the number of people I expected. There are four levels, each with three wings in the shape of a U. Each wing is organized into departments or sections by descent, for example: Greek Antiques, Arts of Islam, Italian Paintings, etc.

It sounds pretty straightforward, but don’t let that fool you. When you’re in such a large place, with so much art to look at, all while maneuvering through the thousands of people, all speaking different languages…it can be overwhelming. At one point, I was even unsure of what floor I was on. Plus it was disgustingly humid and reeked of body odor. But no worries, I wouldn’t have traded this day for anything else!

Our assignment was to locate and interpret eight specific pieces of French art from the past 150 years, focusing on two of our choice more intensely. Finding the pieces wasn’t actually as difficult as I expected it to be (thank goodness for Alia!). Luckily for me, most people in the area surrounding the pieces I was looking at were focused on the Mona Lisa nearby, leaving my pieces a lot less crowded and a lot less smelly.

The first piece that I would like to talk about is the sculpture titled “Winged Victory of Samothrace”. It stands 9 feet tall and is made of paros marble. It was discovered in 1863 and is thought to depict the ancient Greek goddess of victory, Nike, perched on the prow of a ship after battle.



You might be wondering why this womanly figure is missing both arms and a head. The answer is that these pieces, with the exception of the right hand and some fingers, have yet to be discover, though the search goes on. Head and arms or not, in my opinion this was the most beautiful and most expressive sculpture that I saw the whole day (a close second being "Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss" shown below)



The second piece I would like to talk about is “La Grande Odalisque” by Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres. This is one of the pieces that we had talked about in class just a few days prior to my Louvre visit. In class we talked about Ingres’s tendency to exaggerate the form of the female body, as seen in the tiny head, elastic arms and legs, and ridiculously long back and pelvis area of the woman depicted in the painting. As an anatomy student, I had to wonder about her lumbar vertebrae. You’re only supposed to have five, but she has double that, ten total. I’m not even joking there is a scientific article to support this (which is actually hilarious).
“Measurements were performed in normal young women and in the painting. The figure in the painting displays several anatomical landmarks—the protruding spinous process of the seventh cervical vertebra (C7), the dimples over the posterior superior iliac spines, and the lower margin of the buttocks. These landmarks were used to define two regions—the back and the pelvis—which could be measured and related to head height.” (lulz)


 Anyway, this picture is obviously a bit scandalous, (a little girl near me in the museum made a grossed-out kind of face after looking at it and covered her eyes, it was adorable) and was criticized heavily when first revealed in 1814. Disregarding anatomical realism was unpopular and even discouraged at the time. But aside from thinking that this piece is a little bit silly, that is particularly what I love about this piece. Ingres was a very talented painter. You can tell by his rendering of the fabrics that the woman is laying on, by the detail in the feather fan she hold, her face, and her turban-looking headpiece. He made her body look this way because he wanted to, not because he didn’t know how to make her look more anatomically correct. And that is something I love.

The final piece I am going to talk about is my free choice, meaning it was not one of the assigned paintings, just a piece in the museum that I found to be interesting. I chose a piece called “The Young Martyr” by Paul Delaroche. I actually went to this painting twice, but could not get a great picture because of the glare of light from the window that was near it. Because of the glare, the first time I saw it, I didn’t notice the halo circled around the woman’s head. It wasn’t until the second time, when I looked at it from a different perspective, that I noticed it. The picture shown below is an image I found on the internet because I wanted you to be able to see this important feature.



This piece was incredibly emotional for me. The use of dark colors everywhere except for her skin makes her glow in the still waters where she obviously drown just moments before. In my opinion, the only way to describe this piece is beautifully disturbing. I wanted immediately to know the story behind the girl and was secretly hoping for some extravagant story or behind the scenes into her life story. After extensively researching this piece, I found out that it was completely a year before Delaroche’s death in 1856 and is a depiction the sacrifice of a young Christian girl into the Tiber River of Italy.

And that was about it.

I was surprised that there was not more of a story. One interpreter did mention that this piece might resemble Shakespeare’s character Ophelia in Hamlet because both characters drown. Another mentioned that this might have been Delaroche’s response to the death of his wife, Louise Vernet, in 1845. Either way, this piece stirs up strong emotion in its viewers and is nevertheless beautiful. 

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

The Duchesse's Son's Right Kneecap

Today I started out bright and early at 07:45. Breakfast for the first time at Cité U was both hardy and delightful: equipped with a baguette, coffee, orange juice, yogurt, jelly, butter, and of course a pain au chocolat - my favorite. We met at the RER station to take the metro to Le Musée Marmottan Monet, which houses the world's largest collection of the famous impressionist: Oscar-Claude Monet's paintings, amongst other impressionistism, romanticism, realism, and symbolism pieces. Being familiar with the works of the oh-so-famous Monet, I was thrilled. To see these pieces in R E A L  L I F E is a feat that many people will never have to opportunity to do in their lives.

His work overall was beautiful. Having that said, I was surprised by how stoic I felt toward some of his later pieces. To me, they seemed messy and unexciting. Ironically, I felt as though some of them could have been the pieces that one of the 5,239,457 seven-year-olds walking around the museum would have brought home from art class (See Below). Their mom would (of course) say it was beautiful and hang it up on the fridge for a couple of days, but wouldn't even think to show off to all her friends at ladies night. 


Alright, bonne nuit, the end, see ya later,  à demain!




I am obviously kidding. :)

I would never end the story bashing a historically famous painter for a few pieces that didn't tickle my fancy - it tickled, and continues to tickle the fancies of people all over the world every day. But a girl has her right to her own opinions. I don't mean what I said in a condescending way. I like to paint messy too - that is, just throw some paint on a canvas and see what happens. In fact, one of my favorite painters in the whole world, Amanda Krantz, is the messiest painter I have ever seen and I think her work is beautiful (see below). What this style of painting Monet fashioned made me think was that work like this is really just insight into the minds and passion of these painters: it illustrates how much he loved what he did. 



I did, on the other hand, absolutely LOVE his ealier pieces like the Nymphéas (of course) and others from his water lily collection (of course). They were magical and I am not just saying that because I compared some of his work to a seven-year-old's earlier - I swear. There were even some that I loved that I had never even seen before, such as his depiction of the train station, shown below. But enough about Monet.


As I expected, the building walls of Le Musée Marmottan Monet were spectacularly clean, classy, and lined with both chairs you're not allowed to sit on and paintings worth more than I want to think about. Many of the artists, including Fabre, Boilly, Gauffier, Carmontelle, Marmottan, etc. were artists of the First Empire: realism pieces depicting the High Middle Ages. Though I am usually a fan of abstract and contemporary art, I realized that I was really taken aback by one piece: François-Xavier Fabre's painting of Portrait de la duchesse de Feltre et de ses enfants. 



I stared at this piece for at least 23 minutes straight, and probably 9 of those minutes staring at the oldest son's right kneecap. I'm not even kidding. There was so much detail that I actually felt like I could have been the Duchesse's servant or babysitter standing right in the room with her and her family. I felt like I could reach out and touch the velvet fabric of the couch and pillows, the silk detail of the oldest son's sleeve, and the tassels hanging from the youngest son's belt. I have never seen anything like it, nor have I ever experienced any feeling so strange in reaction to a painting before (perdón my lack of thinking of a better word than "strange" to describe this feeling. Its 1:12 in the morning). But it was truly magnificent. 

This was the first art museum I explored. There are about a million and four more in Paris alone to be explored. I will keep you updated with a better word to describe the feeling I had when looking at Fabre's portrait of the Duchesse and her family as I am sure that this incredible feeling with be experienced again, and soon. :)



My Pictures Thus Far - Fullscreen as you please!

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Vingt mots, Vingt expériences.


Crisp
Dusted
Basil
Tanned
Sore
Baguette
Raspberry
Energized
Soft
Cold

Awe-struck
Alarmed
Refreshed
Serotonin
Bizarre
Tonic
Elation
Humbled
Conscious
Oxytocin 
<3

Friday, May 22, 2015

Avant // "Before"

Before arriving, I was completely unable to envision what Paris would be like. The internet was the only form of visualization and insight that I really had other than a few friends who have traveled there before myself. 

The whole packing-and-getting-ready thing that, you know, you're supposed to do way before going on a long transcontinental trip to a foreign country...didn't really happen until just a few days before my departure. Whoops.

Nevertheless, I was cool [as always ;)] and calm and collected on the outside, but unusually, subconsciously anxious on the inside. Having never traveled outside of the US, I had a feeling that I would be far less prepared compared to my mates. That made me nervous. Very, very nervous. In fact, this was completely out of my comfort zone. But you have to start somewhere, so why not the famously beautiful city of Paris with all its romanticism and artistic feels and all those bohemian, laid-back vibes that it radiates. 
Oh, and who doesn't love to eat banana nutella crepes for breakfast..
                                                                                                     and lunch...
                                                                                                                     and dinner......                      

I am really hoping for Paris to inspire me in my own arts. Painting for fun is my hobby and stress reliever of choice. I paint a lot at times, and close to none at other times. I would like to be more consistent and I am hoping that Paris with inspire me to try new styles of painting that I might not have been as comfortable with previously. 

To be completely honest, I am not crazy familiar with many French artists, or France in general. I know that's where the Eiffel Tower is, and that people don't wear yoga pants (booo), and that french fries come from France. (lordy I am just kidding, I do not actually think that). I also know that Pablo Picasso spent most of his adult life France. I enjoy his work. His carefree, yet indubitably interesting style of painting (somewhat similar to alla-prima styles I have tried once or twice before) is something I have yet to be ambitious enough to really try out myself – though I feel as though I would really enjoy it once I try. I am hopeful that this trip will not only leave lasting memories, but trigger motivation and enthusiasm.