If I could buy a painting or two today, I’d definitely settle for a Tamara de Lempicka (1898-1980).
Her oils are sensuous, fluid, flamboyant. As I skim through a catalogue of images during my 2 hour train ride this morning, I am rendered anew.
Her notion of the female image subverts the mundane. Hues are vibrant and nubile limbs are clothed in opulent gowns and dashing Art Deco cuts. They call her style soft cubism, I’m hardly suprised, what with all that flesh. She really makes you want to wear silk lingerie and saunter about the house strumming a mandoline, but not at all in a Holly Golightly sort of way. Oh no, Tamara de Lempicka would eat Golightly.
Known for her voracious appetite, and I don’t mean for food, de Lempicka was a queen of the Roaring Twenties Paris set.
There is one book I am particularly eager to read that is an exposé into the life of de Lempicka, the woman and artist- Tamara de Lempicka: A Life of Deco and Decadence.
It’s reportedly riveting. How could it not be when it’s main subject enjoyed life amongst the Russian aristocracy, partied in Paris in the twenties with Picasso and died in Mexico in the 1980’s.
On her own paintings she has said;
Among a hundred paintings, you could recognize mine, my goal was: Do not copy. Create a new style, … colors light and bright, return to elegance in my models.
Hardly the wallflower she epitomizes the Art Deco Femme fatale.
I liked to go out in the evenings and have a good-looking man tell me how beautiful I am or how great an artist I am.