This is no mere portrait of the artist. It바카라s more the artist as landscape, a canvas filled with detail. Or rather, as a journey...a lingering passage through the life and times바카라and art-making바카라of Renoir, one of the pioneering ImpÂressionists. It바카라s at multiple levels that the book seeks to capture the spirit and nature of the artist, so the revelations also vary in kind바카라like light split through a prism. There바카라s the interior landscape, the complex layers of his personality, which are entangled with and set against the context바카라elements that belong to society and economy and condition all individuals. You see Renoir coming of age before the Belle Epoque and later his efforts to overcÂome his physical disabilities바카라the progressive paralysis of fingers from rheÂumatoid arthritis바카라and how he found beauty and joy through the couÂrage to understand and accept the obscurities of life, desire, destiny and chance.
A thread that knits the Renoir biography is the tenacity and intimate INSÂight of an artisan that he carries within himself. He had worked in a porcelain factory as a teenager and he always retÂained that artisan바카라s modesty바카라the hardship of his early life gave him an expÂÂÂeriential filter through which to see the inner textures of human life. He took pride in his disdain for material things even after becoming wealthy. His high regard for craftsmanship and his innate anxieties regarding industrial reproduction, a process that was replacing workers with machines, come from this ground. Mass production seems to him the very antithesis of craft. And yet, some of his views about socialism, religion and human consolations are contradictory and sit ill-at-ease with his image as a modernist master.
The first chapters spin a fine web through simple tangibles: the smell of pÂaint, food, perseverance, a place to sleep and to work. It바카라s as if they all blend togÂeÂther and produce subtler evocations바카라paled fabrics of hope and withdrawal, acts of generosity strung out like bridges, self-absorption thick as a brick wall. The form and sensuality of his early period take the human body in its fullest encompassment바카라its spatial extension and its ruminative relationship with time. The gaze of a needy person reappears through the imaginative transformÂations of being and creating. The extÂÂracts of intense labÂour and pain magically amaÂÂlÂgamate into joyful expression. The youthfulness of the age and a lingering medieval light both texture his pictorial language.
Renoir바카라s personal life is a semi-opaque realm, as if an ashen cloud mysteriously encircles it바카라a layer of mist that keeps his personality somehow suspended aloft and away from people. But in this book we see the complex mesh of his inner life: preoccupations with the structures of socÂiety, lingering fears from an abandoned ancestral past, the shadow of illegitimacy and public hostility, attachments, distance. His difficult transition from a lower middle-class Parisian artisan to a rich artist, moving among the elite, sometimes made him a manipulative person.
Renoir바카라s innate conservatism, which came from his trust in long-standing institutions, seemingly increased with age. It informed his art: you see him visit Italy to see its frescoes. But the most controversial instance comes when RenÂoir is revealed as an anti-Dreyfusard. Fear of anarchism (he worried that it would cause the value of his paintings to decrease) and staunch patriotism led him at times to anti-modern positions.
His attitude towards women바카라one of affection, sensitivity, even devotion바카라was captured in the sensual and maternal aspÂects of the figures he painted. But he did not escape the limitations of late 19th century France. The contradictory things he wrote about women have to be seen in the context of the prevalent attitudes. Radical ideas of feminism were yet to gain traction in France, where women didn바카라t get the right to vote until 1944. Had he expressed even proto-feminist opinions, it would have seemed more in line with his modernist credentials, but such contradictions are constitutive of the man.
His fear of mortality in the face of his worsening arthritis, loss of dexterity and the artist바카라s intense desire to preserve the distinctiveness of form and time come through in the pictorial narrations of the last chapters. During his last years, he continued to portray female figures바카라large ones, in fact of superhuman proportions. And these are kinetic, active figures: their heads turn, their limbs move and their backs are twisting. Vicarious fulfilment in a way바카라images profoundly emancipating him from his own crippled body.
(The writer is a Delhi-based artist)
