"smoke veil tissuing in my thin
sugar, spread-veined and still
so green-legged for jumping through
Echo's silver glass to this
temple of birdrush
crushed, edges smudged to blur
the violetly-loved body There
you would hear me."
- "Convolotus alchemelia (Quiet-willow window)" by Brenda Shaughnessy, 1998, from Interior with Sudden Joy , New York, Farrar Straus, and Giroux: 1999.
A few years after Dorothea Tanning had stopped making art, she began a series of flower paintings. She was not the first artist to turn to flower art in old age. The last flowers of the Frenchman Edouard Manet had recently been memorialized in an revelatory book by Robert Gordon and Andrew Forge.
While the bloom is rendered impressionistically, there is an air of malevolence to the sinuous stem, like something out of a surrealistic dream. But then Tanning had been known previously for her forays into surrealism - from a distinctively feminine point of view in this aggressively male genre. Added to this, the size of the painting - 55 x 66 inches - is unexpectedly large and possibly intimidating.
If the poem by Brenda Shaughnessy strikes an apposite note, that's because Tanning herself had invited the poet to name the flower (hence "Quiet-willow window" as well as contribute a verse.
When she died in 2012, Tanning was one hundred and one, twice the age of Manet.
Image: Dorothea Tanning - Convolotus Alchemelia, 1998, oil on canvas + Whitney Museum of American rt, NYC
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