Why do Artists Cry?

Last updated on: July 19, 2012 at 5:03 pm by Kyle Roberts

Why do Artists Cry? 2012-07-19T17:03:29-04:00 Kyle Roberts

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This is a guest post by Steph Roberts, an artist and art professor in Chicago. She also happens to be my sister. For more information on her and her work (with samples) go here

Why do Artists Cry?

It’s a bit awkward losing one’s composure in an art museum. The hushed, reserved, brightly lit galleries of the Minneapolis Institute of Arts may seem an unlikely place to see someone wiping away tears in a gush of emotion. It was opening day at the Rembrandt in America exhibition, and I had been looking at his Self-Portrait of 1659 for a while. As an artist, I tend to edge my way up close to paintings and make the guards nervous as I squint at the surface of the work. I was eyeing the small blob of warm white highlight skimmed over the nose, and peering into the gray hollows that created cool tones in the skin. I am never more in awe of technique than when I look closely at a Rembrandt, but this virtuosic use of paint touched me because of something greater than the sum of its parts. How a work of art is made can set the stage for its impact, but the real meaning of art comes through how it shakes us, lingers in our minds, gives us the tingles. What is it about art that can speak to us so mysteriously, so that we are at once struck, pierced, and yet unable to articulate exactly what it has done to us?

The emotional moment I had in Minneapolis came just as my brother approached to exchange comments in front of the self-portrait. I think I muffled something to him like, “This one kills me. It just kills me,” and then I immediately went searching for a less crowded section of the gallery to collect myself, dry my face, and return my breathing to normal. The notion of a painting “killing” or “slaying” a viewer, in a manner of speaking, certainly is weird in today’s culture, but turns out is not unique to me, as recounted in James Elkins compelling book Pictures and Tears. He writes in eloquent terms about viewers’ accounts of breaking down while looking at art and the elusive meaning of these encounters.

The encounters I have described …are responses to painting’s plenitude. They are recoils from painting’s pressure, its insistent presence. We can no longer have blazing, shattering religious encounters with paintings. We can’t be crippled, or receive the stigmata. But we can be winded, and even knocked down. We can feel an uncanny residue, an inexplicable supplement, an aura, a presence that is indisputably there even if no one can see it. In saying so we link hands back to a distant past when that thing had the single name God.

It would figure that this connection could be felt strongly across the disciplines – a reader of a work of literature with a lump in her throat from a sense of hearing the author speak directly to her, an intent listener to a Chopin sonata experiencing moments of euphoria that feel like transport through time to the mind of the composer. I should not have been caught off guard to the extent I was in Minneapolis because this happened to me before years ago at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, in front of another Rembrandt Self-Portrait. There is an undeniable directness unique to self-portraits (they are looking at you, after all), and a slightly unnerving effect that we as viewers are seeing the artist through the two-way mirror of the painting. As Rembrandt studies his face for nuances of form to record with his brush, one might imagine he may also be rehearsing his regrets, his scars of loss, or considering his own vanity. At the risk of sounding like a romantic, I will say that I felt as I stood in front of his painting like I was seeing him, that he was suddenly in the room, his gaze both formidable and vulnerable. Yes, Rembrandt was a successful artist with throngs of imitators, a long list of important commissions, but here in these mature self-portraits he showed himself to be very human, saggy-cheeked, and wounded by life. Familiarity with his story gained during my visit to his house and studio in Amsterdam (Rembrandthuis museum), instills a good deal of empathy for him, knowing that he lost his first love, his fortune, and would lose all his children before his death. Yet, there’s something more, or more significant than sadness that broke me down.

I remember when I was a young teenager looking in the mirror and having the odd sensation of saying to myself, “That’s me. That’s really me.” as though my psyche and my physical body were somehow at odds, or hadn’t quite married together fully. Rembrandt’s self-portraits touch on this peculiarity of being a stranger to the physical vessel of your own body. In others of his self-portraits, he actually portrays himself as someone else in exploration of his religious identity. In one (see image on left), he depicted himself as Paul the Apostle -not as a powerful leader of the early church, but an unassuming, ordinary, almost melancholic man. Rembrandt painted his face with incredible looseness, facility and concreteness, and through that brushwork, a soul ekes out. Perhaps it is this God factor that made me cry — that the same God who gave Rembrandt his eternal soul is at the end of our search for meaning. Perhaps looking into Rembrandt’s eyes gave way to seeing the Creator behind them. Perhaps that presence I felt was not only palpably human, but also mysteriously divine.

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