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In an undated image provided by the National Museum, Ponza, The Chess Game, by Sofonisba Anguissola. The Prado rewrites the male-dominated canon with the celebration of two overlooked female painters of the Renaissance. National Museum, Ponza via The New York Times.
by Deborah Solomon
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MADRID (NYT NEWS SERVICE ).- Old Masters have always outnumbered Old Mistresses, especially at the Prado. The museum is chock-a-block with paintings we know from Art History 101, in which female artists seem almost nonexistent. We come to the Prado to admire El Grecos bony saints and Francisco de Goyas strolling majas, to marvel at Diego Velázquezs Las Meninas, that brilliant painting-puzzle in which the artist depicts himself with assorted members of the Spanish court, working on an enormous canvas that we cannot see, leaving us to wonder for eternity what it shows.
This year the Prado is celebrating its 200th anniversary, and the good news is that the female presence in its galleries has been winningly expanded with A Tale of Two Women Painters: Sofonisba Anguissola and Lavinia Fontana. The historically revelatory show, which remains on view until Feb. 2, brings together about 60 works by two 16th-century Italian artists who were celebrated in their lifetimes but rudely forgotten after their deaths. Over the centuries, many of their paintings were lost, destroyed or reattributed to their male colleagues, and it wasnt until the 19th century that the process of rehabilitation began.
Sofonisba, the more compelling and modern of the two, was a sensitive portraitist whose work is easy to recognize. (Both artists are known by their first names, as is true of Renaissance biggies, including Leonardo and Michelangelo). She is sometimes described as the first major female painter of the Renaissance, and the faces gazing out from her work have a startling immediacy. The show opens with a series of self-portraits that emphasize the roundedness of things. She depicts herself as a wide-eyed, moon-faced young woman eager to declare her ambition as an artist. Her hair is pulled back indifferently, and her clothing is nothing special. She generally wears the same black jacket, and the same white blouse that ties at the neck. She has no use for makeup or jewelry, and theres no grand Mona Lisa-like landscape unfurling in the distance behind her. Instead, she appears against flat, brownish, near-empty backgrounds that heighten the austere mood.
Self-Portrait at the Easel (1556-57) invites us into her studio, while letting us know were interrupting. She shows herself at half-length, applying a few daubs to a painting-in-progress, a glowing Virgin-and-child scene. Her pigment-smeared palette, which rests on a wooden shelf attached to her easel, is angled downward, jutting toward the viewer. She has rendered the palette so skillfully you almost feel that you can touch it. It is the most real thing in the painting and, by implication, in her world.
Some of her most affecting portraits are small in size. Self-Portrait (1558), on loan from the Colonna Gallery in Rome, is just 10 by 8 inches and quietly riveting. Sofonisba is dressed in her usual white blouse, with three thin strings dangling delicately from her collar to the bottom edge of the canvas. Rendered with Flemish-like precision, the strings are like an exquisite necklace made from nothing but cotton and air.
Born around 1535, in a well-off family in Cremona, Sofonisba was the oldest of seven children. She began painting at an early age, using herself and her siblings as models. When she was around 11, her parents sent her and one of her sisters to train in the workshop of a local painter named Bernardino Campi. Some scholars believe it was the first time in the Renaissance that any girls were given such an opportunity. Michael W. Cole, a professor at Columbia and contributor to the Prado catalog, is about to publish Sofonisbas Lesson, a substantial monograph that opens at the poignant moment when Sofonisba left her fathers home to study art. Cole lavishes praise on both her father and teacher for their open-mindedness.
Still, one wouldnt want to overplay the role of the men in Sofonisbas life and deny her the force of her own decisions and creativity. It seems to me that it was precisely the constrictions that society imposed on her that led her to go off in an original direction. Unable to study anatomy and paint big biblical or mythological scenes, she achieved something new by enlarging the area in art reserved for personal experience. She has no rivals as a painter of children and adolescents, whom other painters of her era tended to depict like adults, except a few feet shorter.
Just look at the faces in her best-known painting, The Chess Game (1555), which shows three of her sisters in a garden, absorbed in a competitive chess match. The girls are dressed sumptuously, in shiny, gold-embroidered fabrics that cover their torsos like so much metal armor. Bands of pearls festoon their hair, in contrast to the gray-haired demeanor of their governess, a gentle figure peeking in from the right side.
All in all, the painting feels remarkably psychological and prescient in its understanding of sibling rivalry. Lucia, the older of the girls, seems almost regal as she reaches across the board to claim a pawn from Minerva, the middle sister, who appears in sharp profile, pale and insecure, raising her hand as if asking for permission to speak. Europa, the youngest, a girl of perhaps 7, turns toward the losing sister and flashes a nearly ecstatic grin perhaps the first expression of schadenfreude in art?
The Prado show, which was curated by Leticia Ruiz Gómez, takes the form of a double feature, pairing two artists who flourished in the same era, in the same area of northern Italy, but who probably never met. Their works are made to mingle in the galleries in a pas-de-deux. But is this approach appropriate? It is hard to imagine that male artists would have to share the galleries quite this way, and you wonder if the curators at the Prado think that women need to team up to better confront the patriarchy.
The double billing seems especially odd because one artist overwhelms the other. A show that was perhaps intended as an expression of sisterly solidarity ends up celebrating Sofonisbas intimate portraits at the expense of Lavinias work.
Like most women artists of her era, Lavinia was the daughter of an established painter. Her father, Prospero Fontana, trained her in his workshop in Bologna, in a mannerist style. In those days, having a father who painted allowed a young woman to gain studio experience without risking her reputation by being sent away from home and put in the custody of a possible cad. Even later artists, like the much-celebrated Artemisia Gentileschi in the 17th century and Angelica Kauffman in the 18th century, were also trained in their fathers workshops.
Lavinia was certainly accomplished on paper, and her days were no doubt packed. She bore 11 children, only three of whom outlived her. Thankfully, her husband, a fellow painter named Gian Paolo Zappi, was ahead of his time in his willingness to be a house husband. He gave up his career to help raise the children and assist in the studio. Lavinia claimed, a little patronizingly, that she refused to let her husband help with her paintings, except to fill in the drapes.
Although Lavinia was born in 1552, just two decades after Sofonisba, she seems to belong to a different era. She is more of a mannerist than a Renaissance-style naturalist, less interested in capturing individuals than in cataloging their expensive clothes or the lack thereof, as in Mars and Venus, a winking interpretation of Greek myth dominated by a helmeted Mars and a female turned to display her pale backside.
More typically of her work, Lavinias A Lady of the Ruini Family (1593) shows an auburn-haired noblewoman smiling blandly as she strokes her lap dog. Shes not the only one in jewels. The little dog, too, who appears in profile, its hind legs resting on a tabletop, is actually wearing an earring a hoop with three dangling stones. The material excess is so wacky you begin to feel you are looking at a page from the Neiman Marcus Christmas catalog.
Even so, the rehabilitation of forgotten women painters is an admirable and essential pursuit, and the Prado is to be congratulated for untangling so much 16th-century history in this exhibition. Naturally, we want to see the work of female artists who flourished (or didnt) through the centuries, even if some of the recent discoveries have offered more in the way of social history than aesthetic excitement.
Not every artist can be a Sofonisba, a figure of robust, even dazzling, originality. Most artists are more like Lavinia, capable but not transformative, more relevant to their era than to ours. Still, we want to know about all of them. Art history has preserved the efforts and stories of countless second-rate men; women deserve the same courtesy.
Either way, can we please do a better job of preserving their work and life stories than the tastemakers of the 16th century did?
© 2019 The New York Times Company
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