Ryan Pickart’s Portraits

Ingrid, Ryan Pickart

I came across oil painter Ryan Pickart’s work over on Escape Into Life here. It’s a bit like a modern Klimt, in pastel oils rather than gilt, but still with those big languid eyes, no? They just jump out of the flat, decorative background.

The artist has more work, including some lovely sketches, on his blog.

Alina, Ryan Pickart

Death Masks

Sir Walter Scott

Death masks were wax or plaster molds applied post mortem to create a replication of the dead’s face, and could then be reproduced further. Casts became popular to display or use as a model for a bust or portrait in the late Middle Ages. This practice was common until the end of the 19th Century. Some of the surviving masks are wonderfully expressive. While admittedly morbid, there’s something touching and honest about the surviving portraits. They would have served as accurate reminders in the age before photography, perhaps less flattering than portraits but seemingly immediate.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti
William Wordsworth
Dion Boucicault
 
Isaac Newton
All these images came from this online archive of Princeton’s. Even more can be found here at this Paris shop still in existence today. For a brief audio exploration of death masks, check out Radiolab’s podcast here and learn where the face of the CPR dummy came from.

Picasso’s Muse Marie-Thérèse Explored at Gagosian

Marie-Thérèse Walter was Picasso’s lover, if not his wife, for most of her life. The exhibition Picasso and Marie-Thérèse: L’Amour Fou up at Gagosian through June 25th is a museum-quality exploration of Picasso’s many iterations of the blonde, Grecian-nosed woman using works borrowed from private collections and prestigious museums. The likelihood of seeing such a gathering, especially some of the privately owned works again is rare, a reason in itself to visit.



The works themselves are of mixed quality, but there are some truly fantastic pieces in themselves. What I enjoyed even more was the story the show told; a romantic one of continuing if not untroubled love. Marie-Thérèse became Picasso’s mistress at 17, bore him a child, and committed suicide after his death, 50 years after they met. He painted her throughout his life.


“I see you before me my lovely landscape MT and never tire of looking at you, stretched out on your back in the sand, my dear MT I love you. MT my devouring rising sun. You are always on me, MT mother of sparkling perfumes pungent with star jasmines. I love you more than the taste of your mouth, more than your look, more than your hands, more than your whole body, more and more and more and more than all my love for you will ever be able to love and I sign Picasso.” – Letter to Marie-Thérèse from Picasso

A great slideshow on the WSJ site shows many of the pieces.