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Rating: "WE ARE NOT CLASSIC ITALIANS, don't be scared I'm a good boy".
"Today modernism of the twentieth century renews everything and old, simple traditions become fading memories, and you my Rome follow modernity without nostalgia, be the progressive, the universalist, you say ok, hello, thank you ya ya old Rome under the moon you no longer sing".
In the age of modernism, the figure of the artist is much debated, great innovators like Cézanne and Van Gogh continue to be ignored, but it is not the academics' fault, they are in decline: modern society that prides itself on being advanced wants advanced artists, but it does not love art that poses a problem.
The municipalities, banks, and governments becoming patrons order large modern-style decorations that celebrate industrial progress, since the wealthy bourgeoisie has no real interest in art, they use it for social prestige, while in America the first art collections are being formed. The first modern art museums rise in capitals, intended for those the bourgeoisie considers its adherents.
When I went to the National Gallery of Modern Art, this painting by Boldini struck me deeply, this perfect, immortal face, full red lips staring directly at the viewer, the dress is that of a bourgeois lady from 1907, blurred and uncertain like the brushstrokes, champagne has already intoxicated us with its aromas and taste, and we can do nothing but gaze at the splendid girl, indelible, looking at the sun our face cannot remain in the shadow.
Image: Ketamine, horse sedative inhaled through the nostrils. Imploded colors and blurred lights.
Effusion of black and white floating on a canvas of 2.7x1.18 meters.
The only defined thing in the painting seems to be the face, natural, in contrast to today's fake faces, "men" with reshaped eyebrows, the desire to be someone else, truth is present in this painting, reality as such and not a reproduction of the real, the change in brushstrokes is objectively produced to highlight that last residue of truth, here too the woman distances herself from the objectified woman, she has her independence, the proud and calm gaze captures you in a dimension that is beyond our cognitive and intellectual sphere.
Image: Early twentieth-century women with no teeth, with beards and mustaches.
Image: Mademoiselle Lanthelme.
And if your face is exposed to the sun you cannot remain in the shadow. Survive if you can.
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