stlukesguild
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Since my early teens, I have had little interest in drawing/painting anything other than people… the human figure. This probably began with my passion for comic books and my own efforts at drawing superheroes... even inventing my own superheroes. In art school, I took as many classes in figure drawing as I could, but I refused repeated attempts by faculty to push me into portrait classes. I had no interest in painting what I saw on the wall of the portrait department: bland images of often unattractive models dressed in the most boring clothing that we all saw every day: t-shirts, flannel shirts, blue jeans, sweatshirts, etc… I remember thinking at the time that some of my absolute favorite artists were masters of the portrait… but I could surely understand Raphael, Rubens, Ingres, Van Dyck, etc… wanting to paint portraits when they had such stunning fashions to work with: lace and tulle and satin and silk:
I’ve always thought the sleeve alone in this portrait by Raphael is a swirling masterpiece:
Peter Paul Rubens, long my favorite artist, is typically associated with the painted Baroque nude. It is often forgotten that most of his figures are clothed in one way or another. Long before Manet’s Olympia, Rubens understood that nudity depends on contrast for maximum impact, that an abundance of fur, satin, tulle, lace, velvet... or a bracelet clasping a plump arm, would enhance the suggestion and sensuality of bare flesh.
Anyone who has been on TOS for some time knows that I am absolutely enthralled by this painting by Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres… and it is certainly the dress as much as anything that makes the painting:
As I began to explore the paintings of the "old masters" while still in art school, I began to truly reognize a similarity between many of their works and that of the comic books I grew up on. Both frequently involved the representation of idealy beautiful super-human beings... often portrayed in dramatic action poses and dressed in exquisite costumes of brilliant saturated colors that revealed or flattered their bodies.
My wife and I were married in a costume party wedding dressed in 18th-century/Rococo fashion. We rented costumes from a company that bought up costumes from the various theaters, ballets, and operas. We were further assisted by a friend who was into American Civil War reenactments. My wife’s wedding dress was not far removed from this one worn by Madame de Pompadour in the painting by François Boucher:
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I’ve always thought the sleeve alone in this portrait by Raphael is a swirling masterpiece:
Peter Paul Rubens, long my favorite artist, is typically associated with the painted Baroque nude. It is often forgotten that most of his figures are clothed in one way or another. Long before Manet’s Olympia, Rubens understood that nudity depends on contrast for maximum impact, that an abundance of fur, satin, tulle, lace, velvet... or a bracelet clasping a plump arm, would enhance the suggestion and sensuality of bare flesh.
Anyone who has been on TOS for some time knows that I am absolutely enthralled by this painting by Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres… and it is certainly the dress as much as anything that makes the painting:
As I began to explore the paintings of the "old masters" while still in art school, I began to truly reognize a similarity between many of their works and that of the comic books I grew up on. Both frequently involved the representation of idealy beautiful super-human beings... often portrayed in dramatic action poses and dressed in exquisite costumes of brilliant saturated colors that revealed or flattered their bodies.
My wife and I were married in a costume party wedding dressed in 18th-century/Rococo fashion. We rented costumes from a company that bought up costumes from the various theaters, ballets, and operas. We were further assisted by a friend who was into American Civil War reenactments. My wife’s wedding dress was not far removed from this one worn by Madame de Pompadour in the painting by François Boucher:
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