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Sometimes it’s better to be alone. Below are a few artists who we wouldn’t particularly like to spend a romantic Valentine’s Day with, from the over-sharing to the unstable to the plain unsettling.
Sure, Rodin created some insanely romantic art, like “The Kiss” (referencing, perhaps less charmingly, two damned lovers in Dante’s Inferno) and the twined bodies (another damned couple, actually) in “Fugit Amor,” but as a partner he wasn’t quite as swoon-worthy. At least that was true for Camille Claudel, a fellow sculptor and a model, whose passionate and tumultuous relationship with Rodin was the backdrop for his most sensual sculptures. Claudel trained as an artist under Rodin, and while she was incredibly talented in her own right (her sculptures are held by the Musée d’Orsay), it was hard to get out of her lover’s shadow, especially as a female artist in the 19th century. He also refused to stop seeing Rose Beuret, the mother of his son (it would be 53 years into their relationship that Rodin would marry Beuret). All of this compounded with Claudel’s emerging psychological problems, and she fell into depression and soon poverty, destroying most of her work (90 pieces survive), and was hauled away to a mental institution where she spent the last 30 years of her life.
Pablo Picasso didn’t just love women as Cubist subjects, the flesh and blood kind were equally adored. Unfortunately for these women, he tended to quickly lose interest and easily move onto the next, such as Eva Gouel (while Goeul was on her deathbed, Picasso found comfort in the bed of Gaby Lespinasse) and 17-year-old Marie-Thérèse Walter (who Picasso moved in with in a house right across the street from his wife Olga Khokhlova, and used as the subject for “Le rêve”). Walter hanged herself soon after Picasso’s death. Poet and photographer Dora Maar apparently could not stop crying after her break with Picasso so she had to take “crying tablets,” and his second wife Jacqueline Roque would shoot herself right after RSVPing to a Picasso retrospective in 1986.
Visitors to the Whitney Biennial last year may remember the room of strange paintings and graphic photographs from the late reclusive artist Forrest Bess, who performed self-surgery to become a “pseudo-hermaphrodite” (I’ll spare you the image, but if you must) to merge within his body the male and the female. While experimental self-surgery has its place … um, somewhere, and Bess’ paintings with their odd imagery like eyes and unicorns have something engagingly creepy, we might want to stay just friends.
Tracey Emin has warmly given her love to New York in her Times Square installation “I Promise to Love You,” but while that is proudly romantic to the crowds on the streets, there’s still the chance that you might end up part of her art if you get involved with Emin. Her “Everyone I Have Ever Slept With 1963–1995” had all her lovers names quilted onto the wall of a tent, and her 1998 “My Bed” had some not very discrete stains on its white sheets.
As an artist, Stanford White was a genius (he led the American Renaissance as part of the architectural firm McKim, Mead & White with designs for the Washington Square Arch, the New York Herald Building, and other 19th century Beaux-Arts structures), but as a gentleman, he was rather heinous. The (married) White notoriously had a home in the Tenderloin District of Manhattan that featured several floors, including one with a clothing-optional velvet swing, and was specially designed to seduce young chorus girls, such as 16-year-old Evelyn Nesbit. The apartment culminated with a room with a bed and ceiling of mirrors, and as Nesbit would go on to say, she “entered that room a virgin,” but didn’t come out as one. Years later, she would marry the unstable and severely jealous Harry Kendall Thaw, who, at one performance on top of the old Madison Square Garden (designed by White) during the finale song “I Could Love A Million Girls,” walked up to Stanford White and shot him three times in the head.
While staying as a house guest, a naked Le Corbusier defiled Gray’s minimalist, color-blocked walls that were only restored in 2015.
Keep your friends close and your bad art friends closer.
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