After the celestial grandiosity of last week’s work I’d like to take a breather. A moment of reflection.
Let’s settle down and take a look at this contemplative piece by Morandi. Angels aren’t swooping. Choirs aren’t singing. Demons aren’t dragging damned souls to hell.
Instead, we imagine we are in the artist’s studio, in a modest apartment shared with his three sisters. Time passes outside. Inside the studio (his bedroom) time stands still. We hear the gentle dab of a paintbrush, capturing a certain reflection on a cup. A shaded background slowly bringing these apparently inanimate objects to life.
Morandi used several painstaking techniques in his work. He would stretch his own canvases and grind his own pigment. At times, to make his objects appear opaque, he would coat them in paint before letting dust settle on them.
The joy of a Morandi painting is in his attention to detail. Superficially his paintings look alike. On closer inspection, you notice the subtle shifts and inflections in his work. The combination and positioning of the objects. The type of light falling on them.
Morandi’s slight shift of a bottle has been compared to the chess move of a grand master.
‘I’m a painter of the kind of… composition that communicates a sense of tranquility and privacy, moods which I have always valued above all’. – Giorgio Morandi