You’ll agree, I’ve no doubt at all, that neither you nor I can have a full idea of what Velázquez
were like as men and as painters, because neither you nor I have seen Spain, their country, and so many fine things that have remained in the south. Even so, what we know of them does count for something in itself.1
It goes without saying that for the northerners, Rembrandt
first and foremost, it’s extremely desirable, when judging these painters, to know both their work in its full extent and their country, and the rather intimate and hidden history of those days, and of the customs of the ancient country.
I want to repeat to you that neither Baudelaire
nor you has a sufficiently clear idea when it comes to Rembrandt
And when it comes to you, I couldn’t encourage you enough to take a long look at major and minor Dutchmen before arriving at an opinion. Here it’s not just a matter of strange precious stones, but it’s a matter of sorting out marvels from among marvels.
And a fair amount of paste from among the diamonds. Thus for myself, having been studying my country’s school for 20 years now, in most cases I wouldn’t even reply if the subject came up, so much do I generally hear people talk beside the point when the painters of the north are being discussed.
So to you I can only reply, come on, just look a little more closely than that; really, it’s worth the effort a thousand times over.
Now if, for example, I claim that the Van Ostade
in the Louvre, which shows the painter’s family, the man, the wife, the ten or so kids, is a painting infinitely deserving of study and thought,2
just like Ter Borch
’s Peace of Münster.3
If the paintings in the gallery in the Louvre that I personally prefer
and find the most astonishing are very often forgotten by the very artists who go to see the Dutchmen, then I’m not in the least surprised, knowing that my own choice in that gallery is based on a knowledge of this subject that most of the French couldn’t have.
But if, for example, my opinion differed from yours on those subjects, I’m confident that you would agree with me later. What grieves me at the Louvre is to see their Rembrandts
getting spoiled and the cretins in the administration damaging many beautiful paintings. Thus the annoying yellow tonality of certain canvases by Rembrandt is an effect of deterioration through humidity or other causes, instances of which I could point out to you.
As difficult to say what Rembrandt
’s colour is as to give a name to the Velázquez
greys; we could say, for want of something better, ‘Rembrandt gold’, and that’s what we do, but that’s quite vague.
Having come to France I have, perhaps better than many Frenchmen themselves, felt Delacroix
, for whom my sincere and frank admiration is boundless.
Since I had a fairly complete idea of Rembrandt
. One, Delacroix
, proceeds by way of colours, the other, Rembrandt, by values, but they’re on a par.
, as painters of a society, of reality as a whole, arouse rare artistic emotions in those who love them, for the very reason that they embrace the whole epoch that they paint. When Delacroix
paints humanity, life in general instead of an epoch, he belongs to the same family of universal geniuses all the same.
I love the closing words of Silvestre
, I think it was, who ends a masterly article like this:
Thus died — almost smiling — Eugène Delacroix
, a painter of high breeding — who had a sun in his head and a thunderstorm in his heart — who went from warriors to saints — from saints to lovers — from lovers to tigers — and from the tiger to flowers.4
is also a really great genius.
, another painter of an entire race and the settings in which it lives.
Possible that these great geniuses are no more than crazies, and that to have faith and boundless admiration for them you’d have to be a crazy too. That may well be — I would prefer my madness to other people’s wisdom.
To go to Rembrandt
indirectly is perhaps the most direct route. Let’s talk about Frans Hals
Never did he paint Christs, annunciations to shepherds, angels or crucifixions and resurrections; never did he paint voluptuous and bestial naked women.6
He painted portraits; nothing nothing nothing but that.
Portraits of soldiers,7
gatherings of officers,8
portraits of magistrates assembled for the business of the republic,9
portraits of matrons with pink or yellow skin, wearing white bonnets, dressed in wool and black satin, discussing the budget of an orphanage or an almshouse;10
he did portraits of good citizens with their families, the man, his wife, his child;11
he painted the tipsy drinker,12
the old fishwife full of a witch’s mirth,13
the beautiful gypsy whore,14
babies in swaddling-clothes,15
the gallant, bon vivant gentleman, moustachioed, booted and spurred;16
he painted himself and his wife as young lovers on a turf bench in a garden, after their first wedding night.17
He painted guttersnipes and laughing urchins,18
he painted musicians19
and he painted a fat cook.20
He doesn’t know much more than that, but it’s ———————————— well worth Dante
and the Michelangelo
s and Raphael
s and even the Greeks.22
It’s beautiful like Zola
, and healthier and more cheerful, but just as alive, because his epoch was healthier and less sad. Now what is Rembrandt
? The same thing entirely — a painter of portraits. That’s the healthy, broad, clear idea that one must have first of all of the two eminent Dutchmen, who are on a par, before going into the subject more deeply.
This fully understood, All this glorious republic, represented by these two prolific portraitists, re-created in broad strokes, we retain very wide margins for landscapes, interior scenes, animals, philosophical subjects.
But I beg you, follow this straightforward argument carefully, which I’m doing my utmost to present to you in a very very simple way.
Get him into your head, this Master Frans Hals
, painter of various portraits of a whole self-assured and lively and immortal republic. Get into your head the no less great and universal master portrait painter of the Dutch Republic, Rembrandt Harmensz van Rijn
, a broad and naturalistic and healthy man, as much as Hals himself. And after that we’ll see flowing from that source, Rembrandt, the direct and true pupils, Vermeer of Delft
, Nicolas Maes
, Pieter de Hooch
; and those influenced by him, Potter
, Ter Borch
. I mention Fabritius to you there, by whom we know only — two canvases23
— I don’t
mention a heap of good painters, and especially not the paste among these diamonds, paste firmly embedded in ordinary French skulls.
Am I, my dear old Bernard
, terribly incomprehensible this time? I’m trying to make you see the great simple thing, the painting of humanity, let’s rather say of a whole republic, through the simple medium of the portrait. This first and foremost; later — — — if, on the subject of Rembrandt
, we’re dealing to some extent with magic, with Christs and nude women,24
it’s very interesting — but it’s not the main thing. Let Baudelaire
hold his tongue in this department, they’re resounding words, and how hollow!!!25
Let’s take Baudelaire
for what he is, a modern poet just as Musset
is another, but let them leave us alone when we’re talking painting.
like your drawing Lubricity as much as the others; I like the tree
, though, it has a great look.26