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164. CASSATT AND MORISOT, IMPRESSIONISTS PAR EXCELLENCE by un'Americana a Venezia


Mary Cassatt e Berthe Morisot sono due artiste del XIX secolo. La ‘festa della mamma’ che ricorre il tredici maggio è un’occasione per ricordarle, in quanto spesso soggetti delle loro opere sono maternità. (RR)



Mary Cassatt,  Madre e figlia
Mother's Day will have come and gone, but the love of a mother, engraved on copper as well as on the heart, never fades.  Nor will fade the artistic treasure left to the world over a century ago by two Impressionists whose names remain too little known, as opposed to those of their illustrious fellows, Monet, Manet, Renoir and Degas.  The French-born Morisot (1841-1895) had been showing with them from the get-go.  Cassatt (1844-1926), an American painter and printmaker from Pennsylvania, joined the so-called Indépendants in 1877.  The entire group became the Impressionists, although as of 1886, Cassatt no longer identified with any one movement.  Both Cassatt and Morisot had known from an early age that they wanted to paint for a living, and so they studied art as extensively as they could in their day.  Both were blessed with educated, cultured mothers who were in a position to support their dreams.  Thus, against all odds, Cassatt and Morisot ended up working diligently all their lives, with not a dab less talent than the other Impressionists.  Only, their given names were not Claude or Edouard or Pierre-Auguste or Edgar:  They were Mary and Berthe, and that made all the difference.  Unlike Berthe Morisot, at least Mary Cassatt was able to attend an art school, the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts in Philadelphia; however, she was not permitted to participate in drawing classes featuring live models, and her male teachers and fellow students were merely patronizing.  In France, meanwhile, no women at all were admitted to the Academie des Beaux-Arts in Paris until 1897, when only ten were permitted to study separately from the men.  Berthe Morisot had such talent, in any event, that even without being eligible to attend the Academie des Beaux-Arts, she began showing at their annual Salon de Paris at the age of 23 and continued to do so for ten years!  Then she joined the Impressionists and married Manet's supportive brother, Eugene.  Berthe and Eugene had a daughter, Julie (1878-1966), herself interested in art, who appeared in paintings by her uncle
Berthe Morisot - Le bercea
(Manet), Renoir, and Berthe.  Berthe's sister, Edma, also had talent but found herself in a more restrictive marriage and renounced painting to her own and Berthe's dismay.  Berthe once said, summing up every woman's problem, "I don't think there's ever been a man who treated a woman as an equal and that's all I would have asked, for I know I'm worth as much as they."  The two women, Cassatt and Morisot, were on good terms.  They understood each other perfectly, and also happened to avoid the same subjects, urban and street scenes as well as the adult nude.  Instead, they painted extraordinarily gentle portraits and domestic scenes, with Morisot also tending toward landscape. Both captured female subjects of all ages, children, infants in arms.  Said Cassatt, who never married or had children of her own, "I love to paint children.  They are so natural and truthful.  They have no arrière pensée."  Morisot, one of whose best known works is "The Cradle" (1872) simply observed, "The best and most beautiful things in this universe cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with an open heart."  Of Morisot's work, Nicole Myers of the Institute of Fine Arts at NYU has said, "With her light palette, feathery brushstrokes, and quiet sense of female domesticity, she was considered by many critics of the time as the purest and most successful of the Impressionists."  Cassatt's color engravings, inspired to some degree by her love of Japanese prints, featured the same subjects as her paintings.  More often than not, especially from 1900 onwards, they pictured the tenderest Mother-and-Children scenes on earth.  Cassatt scholar, Adelyn Breeskin, has said that Cassatt's prints   "now stand as her most original contribution   . . . adding a new chapter to the history of graphic arts . . . technically, as color prints, they have never been surpassed."  Given the enormous talent that Cassatt and Morisot both possessed, and the fact that they were both bonafide Impressionists, how is it possible that their names have not become household words along with those of their colleagues?  I do hope that everyone who reads this post will check out their work and try to remember their names.  With or without "Mary" and "Berthe".  It makes no difference.  A rose is a rose is a rose.       UN’AMERICANA A VENEZIA                 

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(Michael Ende)

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A chi può procedere malgrado gli enigmi, si apre una via. Sottomettiti agli enigmi e a ciò che è assolutamente incomprensibile. Ci sono ponti da capogiro, sospesi su abissi di perenne profondità. Ma tu segui gli enigmi.

(Carl Gustav Jung)