"Portrait d’un homme et de ses enfants" circa 1810. Musée de Tessé. |
This is a painting I absolutely love. Formerly titled "Le Conventionnel Michel Gérard et sa famille" or "La Famille de Michel Gérard", and residing at the Musée de Tessé since the end of the nineteenth century, it is now just referred to as a portrait of a man and his children. This expertly made work was formerly attributed to David but, though various experts have tried to fit it into the oeuvres of other likely artists, the painter remains unknown.
I like to imagine that it was painted by the missing wife and mother of this family. First, because then - and, to a degree, still - female artists, no matter how accomplished they might be, weren't taken as seriously as male artists. Also, "propriety" would lessen the likelihood that a woman painter would actually become a professional, with her work publicly exhibited. So it isn't hard to imagine that the author of this work would be little recognized in her own time and then quickly forgotten.
But I think what really shapes my hopeful hypothesis is how understood all the figures in this portrait are. Each person is so particular. Their expressions, their gestures. And even more than that, how they relate to each other. The direction of their gaze, the way they touch each other, crowded together in the picture plane. The rough-hewn father, jacket-less with his sleeves rolled up, smiling gently and holding his youngest son, his large hand lovingly at the boy's waist. The boy, looking over at his sister at the clavier, with maybe a hint of jealousy or resentment in his dreamy gaze. The girl looks up from playing, and so much can be read into her expression. Is she just a little proud of her accomplishment? Or is that the timeless "oh, mother...!" look in her eyes? Behind, the eldest boy looks self-assured - or at least the self-assurance assumed by a young man just coming of age - his left hand tucked into his jacket. He has his right arm protectively draped over the shoulder of the middle brother, a boy who seems so shy - almost completely in shadow, his head tilted downward - that he nearly disappears from the painting.
I've never been able to find a larger image of this painting - or seen it in person, of course - so I can't comment on the finesse of the actual painted surface or all the described details. (I'd love to know what is written on the card or slip of paper that is tucked into the mirror frame.) There are certainly many, many portraits that are more graceful or grand or technically adept. But I can think of very few that come close to this in the way it portrays the real connection and love of a simple family.
Wow, I love this post. What lovely attention you pay to this very evocative painting.
ReplyDeleteThank you, dear. Maybe we'll get to see this painting face to face someday. : )
DeleteBonjour Stephen,
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I discovered it last summer while visiting Musée Tessé in Le Mans. This is a small provincial museum with very few visitors: I had the painting to myself and fell in love with it.
Not much is know about it. Most probably the man had been a Revolutionary (white shirt, sleeves rolled up and loose scarf say "leftist" in ca.1800 visual terms). That's how he chose to be remembered along with his kids. The mother must be deceased, the cup on the mantelpiece would be her metaphor as the womb). I like very much your take that she could have been the painter: a beautiful idea.
The note by the mirror says "A Monsieur Michel, Horloger, Paris" : it is a dedication that was proven to have been added later and tells nothing about the painter (still unknown) or the family's name (idem).
Watching the painting in detail, I thought (and still do) that the painting tells deep stories about the sitters.
The beautiful young dandy is obviously in charge of his siblings.
He is protective of his mentally disabled brother.
The little girl is the feminine presence in the household: she has duties and is becoming mature faster than she would have had her mother still been around. She's the artistic one too.
The little brother is seriously sick, probably from TB (his face is very greyish compared to the others) and his father is holding him strongly as if he was to feeble to stand alone). I love the way him and his father are holding the little book together. The boy can't go out play with other kids and stays home reading books. Him and his disabled older bother have no eye contact with the wiewer: they are not fully there anymore.
The father is a strong presence but there is a sadness in his eyes. He's been through a lot and would do anything for his kids. He knows the little one will not around for much long. He expects his older to take over and be there for all when needed.
This a beautiful painting and incredibly touching compared to the the Davidian family portraits of the same time.
That melancholy...
BTW, I love your blog more than I can say!
I've spend hours these last days going through your posts. Almost every each of them speaks to me. Paintings and people. That brave Jeanette!... Norma Shearer, though! :)
And I love your paintings, self portraits and others.
Cheers from Paris!
Jacques
Thank you SO much, Jacques! I'm so glad to get more information about the painting and read your musings on it. And thank you so much for your kind words about my blog and about my work; I really do appreciate it.
DeleteEt bonjour Paris! : )
Stephen