Pierre-Auguste Renoir, “Young Woman Braiding Her Hair (1876), oil on canvas, 22 1/16 × 18 1/8 inches, National Gallery of Art, Washington. Ailsa Mellon Bruce Collection (all images courtesy The Clark Institute)

WILLIAMSTOWN, Massachusetts — Magnificently installed in the spacious, well-lit basement galleries of the new Clark Center, designed by Tadao Ando, one could hardly imagine a better showing of Pierre-Auguste Renoir’s nudes than Renoir: The Body, The Senses, the museum’s centenary memorial to the artist, who was born in 1841 and died in 1919.

The exhibition offers a very full tracing of Renoir’s entire career, with paintings, works on paper and sculptures. I particularly admired the group of red chalk drawings from 1884-87 — studies for “The Great Bathers,” a painting not in the exhibition — which were mounted in a semi-enclosed gallery. And there are useful comparison works, female nudes by Pierre Bonnard, Peter Paul Rubens, Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot and Suzanne Valadon.

Pierre-Auguste Renoir, “Bust of a Model” (1916), oil on canvas, 21 5/8 × 18 1/8 inches, Musée national Picasso-Paris

The exhibition title is slightly misleading: while all but two of these Renoirs are of female nudes, the sense of primary interest to him, the useful catalogue explains, was the sense of touch. A painter friend paraphrases Renoir to the effect that, “had it not been for women’s breasts, it is unlikely that he would have become a figure painter.”

The exhibition’s announced goal, which is achieved, is to demonstrate how Renoir successfully carried this very traditional French motif, the figure of Venus, into the world of Impressionism. If, then, the cumulative effect is initially slightly monotonous, that is perhaps because his “Young Woman Braiding Her Hair” (1876) already reveals much of his skill, but perhaps not as much as manifest in his “Bust of a Model” (1916) or in the various other later pictures; it’s interesting to note that the woman depicted in “Blonde Bather” (1881), a memorial of his honeymoon in Naples, is not unlike his later models.

Pierre-Auguste Renoir, “Blonde Bather” (1881). oil on canvas, 32 1/8 x 25 3/4 inches, Clark Art Institute

Now and again, to speak frankly, we critics have our awkward moments when find ourselves unsure about how to respond generously to visually magnificent exhibitions. Many, perhaps most of us, are willing to enjoy paintings of women by Pablo Picasso notwithstanding his obvious sadism; or by Gustave Courbet, allowing for his frankly salacious eroticism; or by Paul Cézanne, for their oddly gawky formal qualities. And nowadays we admire Lisa Yuskavage’s perversities, for after all she is an ironical woman-artist. She has a marvelous essay in the Renoir catalogue; I wish that the curator had been bold enough to include her paintings in the show.

The trouble, then, with Renoir’s female nudes, buxom stout young women, is that, the way he painted them, they look so … what’s the word I’m looking for? Vapid? The intelligent, always lucid catalogue is, not surprisingly defensive, and makes some attempts, vain in my opinion, to present Renoir as a politically progressive artist, even a closet feminist.

Pierre-Auguste Renoir, “Bather Arranging Her Hair” (1885), oil on canvas, 36 3/16 x 28 3/4 inches, Clark Art Institute

In his justly much criticized account of the nude, Kenneth Clark argues that Renoir took the figure of Venus, which “had been cheapened, falsified, and fragmented” and discovered “how to give the female body that character of wholeness and order which was the discovery of the Greeks and combine such order with a feeling for its warm reality.

He thus was, Clark, argues, very self-consciously extending tradition in a surprising way. Clark doesn’t take his discussion of the female nude further into the present, but with the aid of the catalogue of an earlier exhibition at this same museum, Impressionism. Painting Quickly in France 1860-1890 (2000), it’s possible to do that: consider, for example, in “Study. Torso of a Woman in the Sunlight” (1875-76), one of the works from that show, the lovely floating background, which is found in many other Renoirs. Here, surely, Renoir anticipates the loaded brushwork of Willem de Kooning.

Edgar Degas “After the Bath, Three Nude Women” (c.1895), pastel on paper, 25 1/8 x 31 3/4 inches, private collection, Fort Worth, Texas

Maybe, to make another link to modernism, it’s the high pitched, cheaply decorative colors, so very Warholian!, that initially keep me from responding seriously to these Renoirs. And yet, you need only compare Cézanne’s “Three Bathers” (1879-82) or Degas’s “After the Bath, Three Nude Women” (1895), both displayed in the current show, to Renoir’s works of the same era, “Bather Arranging Her Hair” (1885), for example, to recognize the highly distinctive qualities of Renoir’s art.

Where Cézanne composes his women and the landscape alike, often with short strokes of color, and where Degas arranges his three women in ungainly poses, with (in one case) the legs cut off by the left edge, Renoir sets his models in filmy land- and seascapes. Here, as elsewhere, the dissolving, quasi-abstract backgrounds play against the solidity of his female figures. Is this what he meant when he said, “Sculptors are the lucky ones [. . .] when their forms are pure, they become one with the light existing in nature like a tree”? Perhaps this statement helps explain why, in collaboration with Richard Guino, he made the bronze “Venus Victorious” (1914).

Paul Cézanne, “Three Bathers” (1879–82), oil on canvas, 21 5/8 x 20 1/2 inches, Petit Palais, Musée des Beaux-Arts de la Ville de Paris, gift of Mr. and Mrs. Henri Matisse, 1936, © Petit Palais/Roger-Viollet

How paradoxical, still, that these very visual pictures have become so hard to appreciate . Not just because they raise obvious issues of political correctness, but because they are highly repetitive. It was a relief, I confess, to look away from the Renoirs to the comparison pictures by other artists. How strange that these seemingly straightforward artworks, with no obvious iconography or symbolism, raise such concerns. And how embarrassing that I had to have recourse to the two books listed in my note below in order to begin to respond sympathetically to this show. But I believe that some such analysis is called for if at this time we are to understand and, perhaps, even to enjoy these problematic pictures.

Note: My quotation comes from Kenneth Clark, The Nude. A Study in Ideal Form (1956); one key idea, the link with de Kooning, is purloined from Richard Brettell, Impression. Painting Quickly in France 1860-1890 (2001).

Renoir: The Body, The Senses continues at The Clark Art Institute (225 South Street, Williamstown, Massachusetts) thorough September 22. The exhibition is organized by the Clark Art Institute and the Kimbell Art Museum (Fort Worth, Texas). 

David Carrier’s most recent books are Art Writing Online: The State of the Art World and Philosophical Skepticism as the Subject of Art: Maria Bussmann’s Drawings. His book In Caravaggio’s Shadow:...

20 replies on “The Trouble with Renoir’s Nudes”

  1. I don’t much care for ’em myself, but one needn’t go on and on about 19th century fashions / trends of mild interest.

  2. “The trouble, then … is that, the way he painted them, they look so … what’s the word I’m looking for? Vapid?”

    That’s the problem I have with nearly all of his depictions of women. That and his garish candy colored palette.

  3. The simple facts are Renoir enjoyed painting nude women. He had no message or political point to make; very few of the Impressionists did. Jean Renoir’s ‘Renoir, My father makes that pretty clear.
    He was popular enough not to need to paint for fame , and he just painted what he liked. The best are fantastic and the worst like boiled seafood. The are best not seen en masse!

  4. A good example of a critic that can’t stand the talent of a great artist. What a s..t head!!

  5. No one seems to notice that Renoir’s popularity was also his curse. So much “schlock art”, and commercial advertising and so many greeting cards copied his palate and sensibility for their own ends that by now, his work seems cheesy, sentimental and for some, “vapid”. But, for me as a teen-aged boy, they (or I should say, bad reproductions of them in small books) were among the few inspirations I had in choosing an artistic life. Interestingly, Egon Schiele whom I also admired, seems to be spared the damning with faint praise routine even though his depictions of under aged girls has to be more problematical than Renoir’s zaftig bathers. And don’t we have better things to do than worry about how our viewing of old-school impressionists might or might not be “appropriate”?

  6. A painter friend once remarked that Renoir’s work is “like a bowl of sugar with syrup on top”. It doesn’t matter what the subject matter is, it’s just impossible to take any of his work seriously. I guess it was good for collectors and dealers at some point, and then, we all know how that system works, ie once an artist has been “signified” by the Art World’s fake monetary system, we seem to be stuck with them, whether they are any good or not.

  7. Overlaying today’s “progressive” pc neuroses on artists of the past who work in a different context is, to me, ridiculous. His women paintings may well be vapid but to catalogue him as a “politically progressive artist, even a closet feminist” is basically just futile and as one comment says, taking him far too seriously.. .


  8. Reproductions seldom do the good ones justice.
    Incidentally Winsor and Newton used to make a paint called “Flesh Tint”; Ugh! More like boiled seafood.

  9. “The trouble, then, with Renoir’s female nudes, buxom stout young women, is that, the way he painted them, they look so … what’s the word I’m looking for? Vapid?”

    “Cow-like” is the word that has always come to my mind. Placid, stolid, fleshy beasts, with scarcely a thought worth thinking in their pretty, docile heads.

  10. Context? May I suggest looking at the pop culture of Renoir’s time instead of our own? These are very healthy turn-of-the-century gals having some fun (or at least getting paid) to have their picture painted…naked. I wonder as Renoir got older and more geezer-like, if these painting aren’t just some wistful thinking about lost youth for him? But you’re right, they still look kinda “vapid.” But I hear “vapid” still sells – just ask the Kardashians.

  11. Lets just cancel all art made by white men. Nothing by any white man is relevant. Burn all art herstory books. Pretty easy fix. Next!

    1. I really, really do not think that is the point of the author here. I disagree with some of the ideological interpretations brought to bear, but for goodness sake, no one is seriously calling for a bonfire of the vanities for all art created by Europeans…

      1. According to some SJW’s , all white men are the problem, including the vanities of Europeans, as you say. A really easy fix is to just remove them from all herstory and every position, gallery, museum, periodical, et cetera they may be in currently. Who needs them anyway? Next!

    2. Its really simple: old customs, old culture, old habits and old ideas. Be rid of them all!

      Well that’s what the Red Guards in China’s Cultural Revolution wanted.

  12. Renoir has just never done it for me. Degas had a dark, haunting, voyeuristic edge, Manet an elegant, self-conscious imperiousness…but Renoir…it’s a lot of fluff and nonesuch without much…there, there. One reason why I prefer the expressionists, particularly the Germans & Austrians, particularly Dix, Schiele, Klimt, Beckmann, Kollwitz, seemed to understand the potential power nudity has to expose the prejudices, perversity, and predilections of the viewer. With the 19th c. European Impressionists, even at their best, it always seemed like nudes were just another check-mark to tick off on the list of things to make NEW and BOLD.

  13. R. Crumb comes to mind. I think the problem is not Renoir but how Renoir is seen and the plethora of issues that contemporary society has women’s bodies are uncomfortably brought up. We’re in an interesting place culturally, lingerie ads other images such as Lena Dunham’s nude self portraits on instagram are bringing back into pop culture images of female bodies that are beautiful but up until recently forbidden, plus size and Rubenesque were disingenuous and barbed compliments. Never mind that through out most of western art that the nudes that these were considered desirable and that the thin emaciated nude which was until recently if depicted at all was done as an allegory of famine, poverty and death or the reality of piles of bodies from photographs of concentration camp victims

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