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"Whistler was the son of a railway engineer, born in Lowell, Massachusetts, but throughout his life he pretended to be a Southern gentleman. He was, in most imaginable ways, self-invented. Like West, he was irked by the low status America accorded its artists. His solution was not to attach himself to a court, as West did, but to depart for Paris and London and pretend to be a native aristocrat from an America he would never revisit. Perhaps his fixation on rank was impressed early: he was partly raised in Russia, where his father was designing the St. Petersburg-Moscow railway for Czar Nicholas I. It may have been reinforced at the military academy at West Point, from which he flunked out in 1854 for his cluelessness about chemistry. "Had silicon been a gas," he would say later, "I would have been a major general." He left for Paris the next year, aged twenty-one. Thus, although he liked to pose as a dashing Tidewater cavalier, Whistler never became an officer, still less saw action in the Civil War. This insufficiency troubled him, and it accounts for a peculiar adventure he undertook in 1866, when he sailed from France to Chile - a long and grueling trip across the Atlantic and around Cape Horn - to be present at a Spanish naval blockade of the port of Valparalso. Whether Whistler thought his being there would make an ounce of difference in the outcome of Chile's small colonial rebellion, one cannot tell; in the event, the Spanish warships bombarded Valparaiso and reduced most of its waterfront to rubble, while Whistler, along with most of the Chilean officials, fled for the hills. By the end of 1866 he was back in Paris with a few misty, blue, crepuscular seascapes of Valparaiso to show for his trip, but no honorable scars.|
"Whistler was accepted by Paris as no American painter before him had been. As a young man, he worked with Gustave Courbet. He enjoyed the respect of Édouard Manet and Edgar Degas, though the latter sometimes gave him the sharp edge of his tongue - "Visslair, you behave as though you had no talent." He appears (with Baudelaire, Manet, and other luminaries) in Fantin-Latour's group portrait of the rising art stars of 1864, Homage to Delacroix. "This American is a great artist," said Camille Pissarro, "and the only one of whom America can be justly proud." And Marcel Proust would turn part of his name, unpronounceable by the French, into an anagram: he became the painter Elstir in A la recherche A temps perdu. Posterity, of course, has not set him alongside those who saw him as a colleague. Whistler was one of those artists whose legend as wit, dandy, and esthetic kamikaze - for what was his libel suit against John Ruskin but a suicide mission, compelled by his own pose of "Southern honor"? - continued after his death and became a barrier to proper appraisal of his work. One would like to think that Whistler the artist flies clear of Whistler the celebrity, the "character." Not so. On the one hand, his self-construction, his sense of the self as a work of art, remains as fiercely impressive as Oscar Wilde's. "Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee" - he did that long before Muhammad All was born. But though a fine painter, he was never a great one, and it is absurd to class him with Degas or Manet. He didn't have the range, the formal toughness, or the breadth of human curiosity for that.
"Valparaiso was as close as Whistler ever got to the Orient, but he was seen in France and England as a cultural bridge to Japan. He was obsessed by the formal beauty of Oriental art, especially Japanese prints (which were available by the ream in Paris and London) and Chinese blue-and-white porcelain, of which he amassed a choice collection. Through the study of Japanese concision, he brought an esthetic of hints and nuances into late-nineteenth-century painting. His abhorrence of narrative, his refusal to moralize through art, his preference for the exquisitely designed moment over the slice of life: these were new, and they epitomized the ideal of Art for Art's Sake. It was provocative, in 1871, to call a portrait of his mother Arrangement in Grey and Black, No. 1. To reduce one's dear mama to an "arrangement," however devotedly the arrangement was painted, implied an aversion to the banalities about motherhood that filled the Victorian air. It contradicted the ostentatious cult of what Americans today call "family values," which Whistler viewed as mere cultural baggage. It proposed that the esthetic life of shapes mattered at least as much as social piety.
"Whistler's Mother" remains his most famous painting - up there in the grab bag of images which, for one reason or another, usually unconnected with their quality as art, everyone knows, like the Mona Lisa and Grant Wood's American Gothic. The painting that made his reputation was earlier, and better. Painted in 1862 it is a portrait of his Irish model and lover, Jo Hiffernan: The White Girl (Symphony in White No. 1). Shown in London first and then in Paris, it provoked a buzz of irrelevant interpretation. The expressionless young woman in virginal white, standing on a wolfskin with a lily in her hand (that floral emblem of the Aesthetic Movement), was declared to be a bride on the morning after her wedding night; or a fallen ex-virgin; or a victim of mesmerism - anything except what she actually was: a model posing in Whistler's studio to give him a pretext to paint shades of white with extreme virtuosity and subtlety. The story was that there was no story. It was Whistler's first sally against the narrative insistence in French and (especially) British art, though by no means the last.
"In his later, more Japanese-influenced work, Whistler changed the way people saw the world. His taste for the indefinite, the twilit, set in a matrix of extremely conscious formality, invented a new landscape, as Oscar Wilde acknowledged in 1889:
Where, if not from the Impressionists, do we get those wonderful brown fogs that come creeping down our streets, blurring the gas-lamps.... To whom, if not to [Whistler], do we owe the lovely silver mists that brood over our river, and turn to faint forms of fading grace curved bridge and swaying barge? The extraordinary change that has taken place in the climate of London during the last ten years is entirely due to a particular school of Art."Wilde was thinking of Whistler's Thames nocturnes of the 1870s, such as Nocturne in Blue and Gold, Old Battersea Bridge, c. 1872-75. It is a perfect example of Whistler's translations from the Japanese. Its point of origin was probably a woodblock print by Hiroshige, which features a large curving bridge with fireworks behind it, on a river at night. Whistler's version brings the big T of the pier and roadway of the bridge so high that it no longer resembles Hiroshige's, or bears the least physical resemblance to any structure over the Thames, let alone Battersea Bridge. The dim figure in the foreground, balanced on the stern of a barge, could equally well be a Japanese boatman. But the essence of the painting is its haunting, intense, twilight blue - a blue so ethereal and pervasive that it appears to supersede nature in artifice, while the falling rocket fire spangles it like the gold flakes embedded in Japanese maki-e enamel.
"At about the time he painted it, Whistler was working on another and bigger blue-and-gold project, his greatest sustained essay in the decorative: the Peacock Room, now in the Freer Gallery in Washington. Originally it was painted for the London house of an English millionaire, Frederick Leyland, who had asked his architect Thomas Jeckyll to adapt a dining room to display his collection of blue-and-white Chinese and Japanese porcelain. Its walls were covered with panels of antique Cordovan leather, which Whistler proceeded to cover with thick layers of glossy blue-green paint, meant to imitate the surface of Japanese enamel, decorated with designs of peacocks in gold leaf. Leyland's pique at losing his expensive leather, which the antique dealer who sold it to him had claimed, no doubt falsely, was salvaged from the wreck of the Spanish Armada in 1588, set off a train of quarrels and recriminations between the annoyed patron and the touchy artist. Determined to finish his masterpiece, Whistler agreed to halve the agreed fee of 2,000 pounds. Then Leyland was "much perturbed" to find that Whistler, with his mania for publicity, had been inviting not only artist friends and prospective patrons but the press and the public into his house to view the work in progress. In revenge, he insulted Whistler by paying him in pounds, not guineas. One paid tradesmen in pounds, professionals in guineas - and Whistler was extremely sensitive on the matter of his professional standing. Whistler's own revenge was to decorate the south wall with a design of two squabbling peacocks, one rich and the other poor, somewhat in the manner of an Edo period Japanese screen. Its immediate source was an 1804 woodblock print by Utamaro, Utamaro Painting a Ho-o Bird in One of the Green Houses. The bird on the right is Leyland, drawn up in a haughty attitude with disks of gold and silver - his money - scattered on the ground before him. The other is Whistler, rejecting the filthy lucre with equal hauteur.
"From then on Whistler was constantly in difficulties with money, and he went to his grave blaming Leyland for his misfortunes. But the worst blow to his career - an entirely self-inflicted wound - came in 1878. The year before, the Great Cham of English art criticism, John Ruskin, now in his sixties and beginning to show signs of the madness and melancholy that disfigured his last years, wrote a vehement attack on Nocturne in Black and Gold: The Falling Rocket, which Whistler had exhibited at the Grosvenor Gallery in London. Whistler's impressionistic and evocative style was, of course, the very thing that Ruskin hated most, and he pulled out all the stops: "The ill-educated conceit of the artist ... approached the aspect of wilful imposture," and "I have seen, and heard, much of Cockney impudence before now; but never expected to hear a coxcomb ask two hundred guineas for flinging a pot of paint in the public's face." The national press quoted and requoted this at once, and there was no way around the fact that such a widely circulated opinion from a critic regarded as the supreme English authority on art would do grave damage to an artist's career.
"Whistler sued for libel. It is rarely wise to sue a critic. He won the case, but it was a Pyrrhic victory: the judge awarded him one farthing in damages, and the costs of the trial bankrupted him. Whistler lost his house, his collection of blue-and-white porcelain - everything. The falling rocket took him down with it; that disputed firework might have been Whistler's own career."
text from "American Visions", by Robert Hughes
Further reading on James McNeill Whistler:
James McNeill Whistler Images
1858-59 At the Piano 1859 The Lime-burner 1861-64 Wapping 1861-64 Wapping (Detail) 1862 Symphony in White, No. 1: The White Girl 1864 Purple and Rose: The Lange Leizen of the Six Marks 1864 Symphony in White, No. 2: The Little White Girl 1871 Arrangement in Grey and Black: Portrait of the Painter's Mother 1871 Nocturne: Blue and Silver - Chelsea 1872 Nocturne: Blue and Silver - Cremorne Lights 1872 Nocturne: Blue and Gold - Old Battersea Bridge 1872 Nocturne in Blue and Gold: Old Battersea Bridge (Detail) 1872-73 Arrangement in Grey and Black, No. 2: Portrait of Thomas Carlyle 1872-74 Harmony in Grey and Green: Miss Cicely Alexander 1872-77 Cremorne Gardens, No. 2 1875 Nocturne in Black and Gold: The Falling Rocket 1876-77 The Peacock Room 1876-77 Fighting Peacocks (South panel of Peacock Room) 1879-80 Nocturne: Blue and Gold - St Mark's, Venice 1883-84 Arrangement in Flesh Colour and Black: Portrait of Theodore Duret 1891-94 Red and Black: The Fan 1895-1900 Brown and Gold
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