What Painting Is: How to Think about Oil Painting ... - Victoria Vesna
What Painting Is: How to Think about Oil Painting ... - Victoria Vesna
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110 HOW DO SUBSTANCES OCCUPY THE MIND?<br />
processes are arrangements and transmutations of substances: but<br />
sometimes they also are substances.<br />
Here it is in paint: a Rembrandt self-portrait of 1659, which I<br />
have pho<strong>to</strong>graphed in slightly raking light (COLOR PLATE 7).<br />
Rembrandt is well-known for the buttery dab of paint that he<br />
sometimes puts on the ends of the noses of his portraits, and this<br />
nose is certainly greasy and has its little spot of white. But <strong>to</strong>uches<br />
like that do not stand alone: when Rembrandt was interested in<br />
what he was doing, as he was here, he coated entire faces in a<br />
glossy, shining mud-pack of viscid paint. The skin is damp with<br />
perspiration, as if he were painting himself in a hot room, and he<br />
slowly accumulated a slick sheen of sweat. It is impossible <strong>to</strong><br />
ignore the strangeness of the paint. If I looked at my face in the<br />
mirror and saw this, I would be horrified. The texture is much<br />
rougher than skin, as if it is all scar tissue. As a painter works, the<br />
shanks of the brushes become reposi<strong>to</strong>ries for dried paint, and<br />
flecks of that paint become dislodged and mix with fresh paint,<br />
rolling around on the canvas like sodden tumbleweeds. They are<br />
all over this face, forming little pimples or warts wherever they<br />
end up. (There is a large one halfway up the nose.) Among<br />
contemporary artists, Lucien Freud has made an entire technique<br />
out of these rolling flakes and balls, and he lets them congregate<br />
in his figures’ armpits and in their crotches. 29 In short, the face is<br />
a wreck, much more disturbing than the unnaturally smooth faces<br />
that most painters prefer.<br />
Although his<strong>to</strong>rians tend <strong>to</strong> see Rembrandt’s method as an<br />
attempt at naturalism, it goes much farther than portrait<br />
conventions have ever gone, then or since. Consider what is<br />
happening in the paint, aside from the fact that it is supposed <strong>to</strong><br />
be skin. Paint is a viscous substance, already kin <strong>to</strong> sweat and fat,<br />
and here it represents itself: skin as paint or paint as skin, either<br />
way. It’s a self-portrait of the painter, but it is also a self-portrait<br />
of paint. The oils are out in force, like the uliginous oozing waters<br />
of a swamp bot<strong>to</strong>m. The paint is oily, greasy, and waxy all at once<br />
—even though modern chemistry would say that is impossible. It<br />
sticks: it is tacky and viscid like flypaper. It has the pull and<br />
suction of pine sap. Over the far cheek, it spreads like the<br />
mucilage schoolchildren use <strong>to</strong> glue paper, resisting and rolling<br />
back. On the nose—it’s rude, but appropriate—the paint is semisolid,<br />
as if the nose were smeared with phlegm or mucus. On the<br />
forehead, it looks curdled, like gelatin that is broken up with a