{"id":73,"date":"2005-06-13T23:24:59","date_gmt":"2005-06-14T03:24:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/yulelog\/2005\/06\/13\/some-paintings\/"},"modified":"2005-06-13T23:24:59","modified_gmt":"2005-06-14T03:24:59","slug":"some-paintings","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/yulelog\/2005\/06\/13\/some-paintings\/","title":{"rendered":"Some paintings"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a name='a1944'><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The other day, we took ourselves out for a treat at <a href=\"http:\/\/www.fodors.com\/miniguides\/mgresults.cfm?destination=victoria@164&amp;cur_section=din&amp;property_id=368976\">Zambri&#8217;s<\/a> to celebrate some finished exams.  After a while, I noticed the display of paintings on the walls, all by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.dianadean.com\/\">Diana Dean<\/a>, a local (Saltspring Island) painter.  As someone who has received enough innoculation (via theory) against <i>liking<\/i> representational paintings, I usually give &#8220;realistic&#8221; pictures short shrift, but Dean&#8217;s work struck me as instantly compelling.  I&#8217;m still not sure if I&#8217;m just losing my grip, or if they really are not just exceptionally different, but also exceptionally good.  I&#8217;m putting three of her paintings on the blog (hope she doesn&#8217;t mind); to see more of her work, visit her <a href=\"http:\/\/www.dianadean.com\/\">website<\/a> and click on the thumbnails.   <\/p>\n<p>\nFirst, there&#8217;s <i>Still Life with Eggplant<\/i>, which plays with spatial relations in a mind-bending way:<\/p>\n<p>\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" height=\"326\" src=\"http:\/\/www.dianadean.com\/images\/2.jpg\" width=\"322\" border=\"0\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nAnd there&#8217;s <i>Lake Picnic<\/i>, from Dean&#8217;s &#8220;recent&#8221; list.<\/p>\n<p>\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" height=\"391\" src=\"http:\/\/www.dianadean.com\/images\/19.jpg\" width=\"300\" border=\"0\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nThis one comes close to driving me away with its overt references to the Holy Family (and St. John the Baptist hovering in the background), which make it feel too &#8220;sweet&#8221; for my taste.  On the other hand, I might feel differently if faced with the real painting, for the paintings don&#8217;t come across as well in reproduction on the computer screen.  It also seems to me that Zambri&#8217;s had work on the walls which I can&#8217;t find on Dean&#8217;s website, so it might be the case that I saw really recent work which just isn&#8217;t up yet.  The paintings I saw last week rivetted me with their geometry and intriguing handling of pictorial space, which gave all the work a plasticity and presence I usually associate with architecture or sculpture.  That heft is palpable in the still life (above), which reworks early C&eacute;zanne beautifully, all while winking and nodding at art history as it plays with the &#8220;signifiers.&#8221;  [Hint: note the way the chair-back on the left is cut off to echo the picture frame; the frame (within a frame) of the picture seen at the very top of the painting, which reinforces the rectangular shape of <i>Still Life<\/i>&#8216;s frame; the table legs mirroring the chair leg, in turn reiterating the verticals of the painting&#8217;s frame; and then the diagonals flattened into that pictorial space, diagonals emphasised via the landscape painting-within-the-painting on the right and the diagonals of table-cloth stripes, floor, and rug.]   In <i>Lake Picnic<\/i> (also above), I&#8217;m impressed by Dean&#8217;s ability to take a time-worn iconography and translate it into a local setting: that&#8217;s clearly recognisable BC coastal scenery, right down to the orange trunks of <a href=\"http:\/\/www.sustainablehorticulture.com\/madrone.htm\">Arbutus menziesii<\/a> (or Madrona) trees.  <\/p>\n<p>\nHere&#8217;s one more (a detail, according to the website), called <i>The Serving Woman<\/i>, which conveys the architectural plasticity that grabbed my attention at the restaurant:<\/p>\n<p>\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" height=\"358\" src=\"http:\/\/www.dianadean.com\/images\/21.jpg\" width=\"494\" border=\"0\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nThe woman has the solidity of an ancient column, her arms and her uniform provides the doric fluting, her cap the simple doric capital.  Yet, very uncolumn-like, she <i>leans<\/i> toward the table, &#8230;to blow out the candle?, to get close to the sword-like leaves of the plant set in an urn?  Behind that deracinated plant we see a landscape &#8212; &#8220;real&#8221; or &#8220;painted&#8221;?  Everything is set into a strict geometry, as though trying to teach us to see.  Quite wonderful, in a &#8220;primitive&#8221; sort of way &#8212; and I mean &#8220;primitive&#8221; in the way the early Italian Renaissance painters, conquering geometric perspective, were.  <a href=\"http:\/\/www.artchive.com\/artchive\/M\/masaccio.html\">Masaccio<\/a> comes to mind, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.artchive.com\/artchive\/M\/masaccio\/ananias.jpg.html\">here<\/a> and <a href=\"http:\/\/www.artchive.com\/artchive\/M\/masaccio\/trinity.jpg.html\">here<\/a>.  Like the Italians, who were not afraid of size, some of Dean&#8217;s best work is ambitiously huge, definitely not meant to hang decoratively over the sofa, but meant instead to fill a wall and hold the viewer&#8217;s attention.  I like that.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The other day, we took ourselves out for a treat at Zambri&#8217;s to celebrate some finished exams. After a while, I noticed the display of paintings on the walls, all by Diana Dean, a local (Saltspring Island) painter. 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