Here is an interesting and very different story of how an artist came to her craft... Séraphine Louis (1864-1924)
was born to a family of manual laborers in Arsy, France. The life was poor and difficult. When she was one year old, Louis' mother died. Six years later, her father passed. Louis, orphaned at 7, was taken in by her older sister.
was born to a family of manual laborers in Arsy, France. The life was poor and difficult. When she was one year old, Louis' mother died. Six years later, her father passed. Louis, orphaned at 7, was taken in by her older sister.
By the time Louis was 17, she had worked as a shepherdess and then a domestic worker at a convent. When she was 27, she found employment in a middle-class family as a house cleaner. Nothing in her background would have explained her compulsion to make art, but yet she did.
At night, by candlelight and in secret, Louis painted. Her inspirations were the paintings and stained-glass windows in church. Her paintings were Louis' way of expressing the mystical ecstasies and visions she felt in the religious environment. Those sensations and the beauty of nature were her sources. This is how she lived- toiling very hard all day and painting at night. That is, until Wilhelm Uhde (1874-1947) came into her life.
Uhde was a very well-known art critic and collector. He needed a rest and rented a place in the town where Louis was working. As it happened, Uhde was invited to the home of Louis' employer. He asked about an unusual apple painting on the host's wall. Imagine his surprise to find out it had been done by their house cleaner!
Immediately Uhde took Louis under his wing. He found a market for her art and soon she was able to spend all her time making art. However, sad to report this story does not end with "happily ever after."
After World War I and the shortages of the subsequent Depression meant that Uhde could no longer support Louis. Missing the outlet of painting for her visions and mysticism, Louis descended into psychosis. Her last years were spent in a mental hospital.
Louis left a legacy of the celebration of nature for all of us to enjoy. I like to imagine that during the process of painting, she found the happiness that eluded her in her daily world.
Below are some examples of her works. She painted in what the French refer to as the "naive" style. It is known as folk art in the United States. (Very little is known how Louis made her own paints It was her secret.)
Below are some examples of her works. She painted in what the French refer to as the "naive" style. It is known as folk art in the United States. (Very little is known how Louis made her own paints It was her secret.)
As I read the story, for some reason I was thinking of Camille Claudel's descent from highly talented sculptress to insanity. Makes we wonder what triggers take someone from productive artist ... is it the other side of creativity? Jen
ReplyDeleteI love the film on her life. Very sad life but yet she created such beauty. Paula
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Wouldn't it be interesting to know how she made her own paints. They're so bright. She probably wouldn't have had money to buy her supplies. Such a loss to the world that she lost her support. sz
ReplyDeleteHi SZ, Because she knew about dyeing wool and was familiar with other natural dyes, the thought is she used them. With a limited palette, she mixed the colors to arrive at new colors.
DeleteLovely post. One of the most profound and beautiful movies I have ever seen. Nice to see her art and learn more about her. Deborah
ReplyDeleteI LOVE Seraphine. Her work is amazing. Made her own paints with her own recipe. I'd love to make a tour of the museums with her work in France...there are only about 4. Who's in? Rogene
ReplyDeleteFascinating. Unique style, beautiful. Sad ending. Thank you for adding to my scope of artistic knowledge! Hugs, M
ReplyDeleteI always struggle with words for beautiful art... because it's so NOT words.. EP
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed her movie on Netflix. Amazing life. Her work blows me away. RM
ReplyDeleteI liked the artist' lemon tree. Somehow I couldn't take my eyes off of it. Yuki
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