Ingres like an octopus, was a master of disguise who found a fast exit in every one of his sitters. Did the process consumed them? Rome was to become the love of his life. There, the virtuoso draftsmen painted in unrivaled accuracy the gated vision of a new classical world order, that was never to be: The bloody greed of Europe’s industrial revolution saw to it. The clean graphic power of his line, expanded manifolds by a rolling sense of volume the French call “courbes”, is arresting . His work reminds me of a swelling body of water, just about to break.
AN APHRODISIAC VISION TO BEHOLD