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Miguel Ángel Campano: 'El Naufragio' [The Shipwreck, 1984] (detail) 

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  4. AMPUTATIONS, TEMPTATIONS, ABSTRACTIONS, MUSES, WORK, POWER, by Marta Sanz

AMPUTATIONS, TEMPTATIONS, ABSTRACTIONS, MUSES, WORK, POWER, by Marta Sanz

An itinerary that seeks the notion of the body in this multifarious collection. The body in the kaleidoscope of History in general and Art History in particular.

Some time ago, I read a wonderful book by the French writer Brigitte Giraud entitled Tener un cuerpo (“Having a body”, Contraseña, 2018). In it, the authoress surveys her life and biography with calligraphic precision in her ‘relentless’ pursuit of her text (we owe the association with literature of the word acharné, or ‘relentless’, to the great Marguerite Duras). She relates her evolution as a woman through the accumulation of her successive bodies at a recognisable point in the space-time continuum, 20th-century France: the body of the little girl who rebels against her femininity; the body of the teenager who is afraid of getting pregnant; the body of the worker who does her job standing up and suffers from swollen legs and varicose veins; the body of the woman who loves a man; the body of the pregnant woman; the body that notes the absence of the dead companion… Different bodies, with different states of desire or anxiety, fear or satisfaction, which nevertheless converge on the same identity and, when all is said and done, are the same structure of bones, cavities and organs. I felt identified with Giraud because I too believe that my life and myself are a succession of mutating bodies that complain or revel, suffer different modalities of hunger and thirst, stretch and shrink, construct their silhouette and define their profiles against and out of all that surrounds them… I think the body is a text that evolves – the skin is tattooed with wrinkles, the spine bends with labour, the breast moves forward with the specific weight of maturity or hides in the awareness of vulnerability – and in the same way, I often write and interpret the texts of literature and art as anatomies that might be dissected, whether by Rembrandt or Doctor Tulp. Works of art have a skin and are brought to life by the heart that pumps behind them. Beneath the epidermis lies the heartbeat and the need for leisurely and speleological interpretation.

Beyond the hypothesis that artworks and physical bodies share harmony, the possibility of falling ill, and the ability to attract or repel the eye, we sometimes represent bodies on the unknown (perhaps infinite) quantity of the canvas that seem to provide journalistically unverifiable information on artists, periods, and ideas about what is shown… The technical imagination of which Francis Bacon spoke, that style or that approach to a form which signifies in itself and defines the contours of what is expressed, is what sometimes transforms violence against women into a euphemism or aggrandises powerful men. The way of defining different bodies on the basis of stylistic options not only reflects reality but moreover constructs it. For we men and women – and I am not forgetting the physical metaphor – metabolise the books we read, the pictures we see, the songs we hum almost without realising it… They have remained there, somewhere, and we reproduce them almost obliviously. Hidden in the gesture of my hand is the pose of an actress in a romantic film, and in my taste for open watermelons there lingers the memory of the redness of certain still lifes. Metabolism. Body. Transfusions. Nutrition.

I have tried to leave a trail of breadcrumbs through the forest. Miss Tom Thumb – that is, me – marks out an itinerary that seeks the notion of the body in this magnificent and multifarious collection. Playfully, Miss Tom Thumb joins certain dots with an imaginary line, and the body appears, reflected in different facets of the prism: the body in the kaleidoscope of History in general and Art History in particular. I invite you to linger over metaphors of the body that talk to us of amputations, temptations, inspirations, abstractions… From a panel painted around 1500 to Carmen Laffón’s portrait of Luis Ángel Rojo, I propose a tour through the body of art, the body of clothed and semi-nude women, the battered body of the muses, the androgynous body, the amputated body, the chaste body and the tempting body, the regal body of the woman who commands, the body of men who work by night, the body reduced to a head and the self-portrait, the bodies hidden as a pentimento beneath non-figurative art, the besuited male body of power… The artists I invite you to take an interest in, men and women, are anonymous, belong to a workshop, or are outstanding names: Soledad Sevilla, Antonio Saura, Gutiérrez Solana, Federico de Madrazo. Others are copyists of such valued works as Cristofano Allori’s “Judith with the Head of Holofernes”. We live in the tension between the living and the painted, the original and the copy. The relationship of the pictures among themselves draws a figure, and each particular work in its turn forms part of a genealogy that moves in circles through time. In the case of the copy of Allori, I cannot help remembering the same subject painted by Caravaggio or by Artemisia Gentileschi, whose singular and intrepid life was so well portrayed by Anna Banti, a contemporary writer who specialises in Art, and who left us a violent and extremely beautiful book, Artemisia, that has been reissued by the Periférica publishing house. Literature, film, painting, music, dance, Daphne frozen at the very instant of metamorphosing into a laurel, all are communicating vessels… On this journey, I propose that you pause and take delight in imagining yourself into one of the jewels of this collection, Borrell del Caso’s “Escaping Criticism”. Introduce your own body to the canvas while the boy protagonist is trying to escape from it. Don’t bump into each other as you pass, but be aware that neither of you will emerge unscathed from that contemplative experience… Perhaps that is where the fun is. I dare you.

By Marta Sanz – Writer. Herralde Prize for Novels (2015)

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Dos figuras femeninas [Two female figures]

Pedro Berruguete

The panel is a fragment of a more complex body. An altarpiece. Texts are also bodies to be dissected. Inside the body, two women’s bodies indulge in the noble art of conversation. The hands gesticulate. They also talk. A transitive property: the fragment speaks. The body of art is communicative.

Figura alegórica [Allegorical Figure]

Unknown Artist (Flemish, Scandinavian or French)

Jupiter, transmuted into an eagle. A matron’s body in rich clothing. The mirror reduces the gaze to a reflection and draws us into the picture. Someone cuts away the panel and, with it, an arm and a hand. What goes over the edge is amputated. There is no confusion between the lived and the painted, but perhaps there is an allegorical punishment for a flighty wench.

David con la cabeza de Goliat [David with Goliath’s Head]

Unknown Artist (Italian)

The lips and shoulder of David are sensual, and in these times of ‘queer’ hatred of the binary, we recognise ancient paradigms: the indefinite body of the ephebus, the androgynous beauty, and the plaited velvet of a head of hair that has nothing to do with bull’s heads hung on walls. Nothing is stuffed.

Degollación de san Juan Bautista [The Beheading of Saint John the Baptist]

Giovanni Baglione

John still has his little animal’s head. But the staring eye knows the story. Tremor. The executioner’s arm is powerful: you have to be strong to carry out a beheading. The body of one who kills by royal command. One body subjects the other: the hand holds down the head of the one about to die.

Judith con la cabeza de Holofernes [Judith With the Head of Holofernes]

Cristofano Allori

A story inside a story: Allori is Holofernes; his lover, Mazzafirra, Judith; his mother-in-law, the old woman. Apart from the hypothetical sentimental prophecy, have you noticed the beauty of the composition, the colours, the strength with which Judith clenches her fists to grip the sword and the hair of the man reduced to his head?

José y la mujer de Putifar [Joseph and Potiphar’s Wife]

Antoni Viladomat i Manalt

Chaste body and tempting body. He looks fed up – “Lord, what I have to put up with” – and she doesn’t want her catch to escape alive. He is chaste, she is a minx. This biblical scene amuses me enormously because I can’t help hearing a snatch of Spanish operetta through synaesthesia: “Ay, Ba, Ay, Ba, Ay, Babylonian who makes me giddy…!”

Isabel II [Isabella II]

Federico de Madrazo y Kuntz

The feminine body of power is twenty years old. The roundness of the white flesh reveals a fatty diet. It is a clothed body. A queen is not an allegory that can be shown nude. The body and its attire – bright blue dress, jewels, metals on the diadem – are of excellent quality. All is as it should be. Reassuring.

Huyendo de la crítica (Una cosa que no puede ser o Muchacho saliendo del cuadro) [Escaping Criticism (A Thing that Cannot Be or Boy Emerging from the Frame)]

Pere Borrell del Caso

“… there is a striking contrast between the tension of the collar bone, the thinness of a small and narrow chest, and the roundness of a pair of hands, and even of an ankle, that are still a child’s. Then I notice (…) the boy’s clothing, and I have to insist that he’s not from a good family.”

Figura femenina reclinada [Reclining Female Figure]

Josep de Togores

The anonymous woman shows the curve of the shoulder and luxuriant udders, notwithstanding the slant of the geometry. She wears her hair loose: women who can be painted and reduced to a polygon – neither ethereal nor industrial, but heavy metal all the same – must have attractive locks. In 1925, bald muses did not yet exist.

Los asfaltadores de la Puerta del Sol [The Asphalt Layers of the Puerta del Sol]

José Gutiérrez Solana

The body of work is carnivalesque and nocturnal, intoxicated by the fumes from the asphalt. The body, circular in composition and Goyesque in build, is many made one by the effort. A collective body of shadows and lights that barely illuminate. A man protects his clothes with an apron. New trousers would mean excessive expenditure.

Cabeza [Head]

Antonio Saura

This part of the body, separated from the rest of the anatomy, could be a self-portrait. The head functions simultaneously as metonymy and amputation of a painter. Moreover, I see gesture, convulsion, the tragedy of Darth Vader and a metallicised insect from another galaxy. Psychological terror and self-inflicted harm. A quest and a recreation in pain.

Sandra

Antonio Saura

To save himself from destruction, Saura paints a feminine archetype. In this salvation, I – a lady looking at this other lady who is hidden and fractured – glimpse cultural residues of spiders and dark religions. I console myself with the thought the painter turns just as much black cruelty on himself in the decapitation of his own self-portrait.

Las Meninas V

Soledad Sevilla

Tucked away and imaginatively revealed beneath the weft and the warm effect of the light and the blanketing atmosphere are the figures of an ancient art: king and queen, reflections, painter, dogs, princess, ladies-in-waiting… Bodies and multitudes are inside my eyes. Or they are phantasmagoria. The lady hides beneath the fine silk and tissue.

Retrato de Luis Ángel Rojo [Portrait of Luis Ángel Rojo]

Carmen Laffón

The male body of power is not painted in festive garb or a domestic dressing-gown. It is painted with the decorous realism-reality of a well-cut suit. A grey three-piece suit almost blending into the background in a bureaucratic mimesis of the efficient man who does not have to show off. It is nearly obligatory to pose with a serious expression and wear glasses.

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