“ This grave and dignified portrait of the Duke of Orleans was ordered by the King in 1842. It is remarkable for the minuteness and care with which all the details of the uniform and the accessories are rendered.But if Ingres doubted of human justice, he never doubted about his art. He devoted himself to it with renewed passion and enthusiasm. “The day I quitted Paris,” he wrote to one of his friends, “I broke for ever with everything that has to do with the public. Henceforth I will paint entirely for myself. I belong at last to myself, and I will belong only to myself.” ”
A. J. Finberg
Summary
A. J. Finberg’s Ingres is a critical examination of the 19th-century French painter’s artistic philosophy and body of work, highlighting his precise attention to detail in portraiture and his steadfast commitment to his personal vision. The text explores Ingres’s technical skill, his challenges with public commissions, and his conceptual approach to form, as seen in works such as the portrait of the Duke of Orleans and the dramatic narrative of Stratonice.
Through discussions of his studio methods, recurring themes of idealism, and the relationship between human emotion and visual structure, Finberg emphasizes Ingres’s legacy as an artist who translated personal conviction into enduring art.
Quotes from Ingres (A. J. Finberg)
“ This was the portrait of “Bertin ainé,” which was exhibited at the Salon of 1833, and is now in the Louvre. The old man, with turbulent grey hair, with keen penetrating eyes, with wary mouth, seated so squarely in his chair with his hands on his knees—the whole bodily and spiritual presence of the man is placed so vividly upon the canvas that we seem to know him more intimately than we know our friends. ”
“ And nature there does nothing to soften the heart or the manners of man. The soil is dusty on the surface and hard to dig. The local colour is sombre, the general aspect of things sad. In the cold, dull light the forms detach themselves without grace or sympathy. The people have squat, thick-set figures, with round heads and heavy jaws. Their souls are as sombre and hard as their faces. They have ardour, but it is all concentrated and suppressed, burning within them like a brazier without flames. ”
