To curate a compelling exhibition of 17th and 18th
Century society portraits is no mean feat. Lords, ladies and little masters
stand stout and powdered on pastel landscapes. They are furnished with all the
paraphernalia of status; muskets, fans, jewels, military sashes. Members would
commission these pictures, at quite the sum, for one reason only: to assert
their superiority. The works are
therefore repetitive, and very quickly become dull.
But, as the National Gallery’s fantastic autumn exhibition
proves, Goya’s were something quite different altogether.
Walking into the show, you
wonder if any Goya could be as riveting as his nightmarish Black
Paintings, or his wonderful little witchy drawings, which were exhibited at the
Courtauld earlier this year. But each portrait in the exhibition clutches at
you in some way. It could be the way light falls on a cheek, or a slight cock
of the head, or a half-smile: but every single painting is peculiar and offset – and each one feels immediate. There’s a roughness to his style and
an informality to his compositions; his subjects look as though they have just stopped speaking, or are about to laugh.
Goya refused to prettify; he only ever painted what he saw. “The object of my work is to report the actuality of events”, he said, and his subjects have their ‘warts and all’ intact. The portrait of his great friend, Martin Zapater, makes no attempt to disguise his enormous nose. The diminutive Count Altamira is dwarfed by his table, and Juan de Villanueva’s mouth droops downwards due to some kind of palsy. Charles III appears very friendly, and very goat-like.
Maria Luisa de Parma, 1799, Colecciones Reales, Patrimono Nacional, Palacio Real de Madrid (c) Patrimonio Nacional
Goya’s portrait of Queen Maria Luisa of Parma (above) is kind, but
fair: her features sag, her cheeks are sunken as a result of her toothlessness.
The painting does not try to recapture her youth: we are shown a noblewoman in
late middle age, after the birth of 22 (22!) children. The Queen had been a
great beauty, and Goya suggests this, perhaps, in his portrayal of her
beguiling arms. Bared and silvery-luminescent, there’s something bewitching
The centrepiece of the exhibition is Goya’s portrait of the
Duchess of Alba, who had, as a French ambassador put it. ‘not a single hair on
her head that does not awaken desire. Nothing on earth is as beautiful as she
is’. This isn’t quite the case, as the portrait attests. The Duchess is
certainly striking, but her strong brow, weak features and petulant expression
would fail to launch a thousand ships.
Those coming to Goya’s portraits for the first time might
well assume that his refusal to beautify was mocking. In fact, the opposite is
true; his subjects were thrilled by their likenesses. Goya painted his close
friends almost exclusively, he knew each of their faces intimately. It gave him
great pleasure to recreate exactly the features he knew so well.
A good portrait is much more than a good likeness, it
captures the personality, sprezzatura and psychology of the subject. Portraits are not
of people; they are about people.
In this regard, Goya is masterful. As with his
Italian precursor Moroni, or his compatriots and heroes Velazquez and
Rembrandt, the paintings are transfixing because of their sympathy and psychological immediacy. It is a quality that is incredibly difficult to describe, one that makes you feel as though you were in conversation with the subject.
A wonderful survey, we urge you to see it.
|What||Goya: The Portraits, National Gallery|
|Where||National Gallery, Trafalgar Square, London, WC2N 5DN | MAP|
|Nearest tube||Charing Cross (underground)|
07 Oct 15 – 10 Jan 16, 10:00 AM – 6:00 PM
|Price||£Prices not yet released|
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