There is a show on now at the Met of John Singer Sargent (1856–1925) in Paris. American by nationality, he spent virtually his whole life in Europe—born in Florence, trained in Paris, died in London. He painted hundreds (many hundreds) of works, in both oils and watercolor. He is no doubt best known for his portraits, which were commissioned in droves in the late 1800s, but in 1906 he closed up his studio, turning to landscapes, watercolor, and more personal work. His biography is very interesting, for being quite unusual. I won't go into it—you can read all about him on Wikipedia. I'll just post a few images that I like, starting with the one he's perhaps best know for, and ending with some architectural studies from early in his career that I find pleasing. (Well, I actually end with a poem, about a nude.)
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Portrait of Madame X, 1884 |
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The Daughters of Edward Darley Boit, 1882 |
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Claude Monet Painting by the Edge of a Wood, 1885 |
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Madame Ramón Subercaseaux, 1880–81 |
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Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose, 1885–86 |
A few of his watercolors:
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Fumée d'Ambre Gris, 1880 |
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Staircase in Capri, 1878 |
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The Steps of the Church of SS. Domenico e Siste in Rome, 1906 |
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Staircase, 1878 |
And finally, from 1917–20, a nude study of an African American elevator operator and WWI vet named
Thomas McKeller, whom he featured in various works toward the end of his life.
And wouldn't you know it, Yusuf Komunyakaa wrote a poem about it:
Nude Study
Someone lightly brushed the penis
alive. Belief is almost
flesh. Wings beat,
dust trying to breathe, as if the figure
might rise from the oils
& flee the dead
artist’s studio. For years
this piece of work was there
like a golden struggle
shadowing Thomas McKeller, a black
elevator operator at the Boston
Copley Plaza Hotel, a friend
of John Singer Sargent—hidden
among sketches & drawings, a model
for Apollo & a bas-relief
of Arion. So much taken
for granted & denied, only
grace & mutability
can complete this face belonging
to Greek bodies castrated
with a veil of dust.
A 21st-century Black man's interpretation of a hundred-year-old painting by a 19th-century star. One has to wonder what was going on in John Singer Sargent's head when he painted this study. Or more to the point, in Thomas McKeller's.
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