D- Edgar Degas…A-Z Challenge.

“And even this heart of mine has something artificial. The dancers have sewn it into a bag of pink satin, pink satin slightly faded, like their dancing shoes.”
― Edgar Degas

Welcome to Day Four of the Blogging A-Z April Challenge. As you may recall, my theme this year is “Letters to Dead Artists”. Today, I’ll be writing to so-called French impressionist, Edgar Degas (1834-1917) and we will be focusing on his sculpture: the Little Dancer and to a lesser extent, his paintings of dancers.

“A painting requires a little mystery, some vagueness, some fantasy. When you always make your meaning perfectly plain you end up boring people.”

-Edgar Degas.

Edgar Degas is one of those rare individuals who remain an enigma, no matter how far you delve inside their head, or process all the detritus they’ve left behind. While I was initially attracted to his dance works because they reminded me of my young daughter, as I came to learn more about the darker, seedy undertones and implicit prostitution, that all changed. Naturally, I also wanted to extricate my daughter from those associations immediately. That’s clearly not the life I want for her. Yet, that doesn’t change the beauty Degas has captured in these dancers. Moreover, it didn’t change the sense of awe I felt when my daughter performed her first ballet solo on stage recently either. How I saw her moving within that great tradition of ballet, ballerinas, tutus and dreams.

As far as choosing a piece of music for Degas, I couldn’t help referring to Tchaikovsky’s Dance of the Little Swans. After all, I have a little swan all of my own…

Amelia YIPA Photo

Our Little Dancer

Yet, there were other ways I came to relate to Degas, which were totally unexpected. You see, by 1870 at age of 36 Degas was going blind, which caused him a great deal of anguish. Moreover, he didn’t suffer in silence and his anguish was conveyed in numerous letters:

To Rouart (September 11): “I have In 1888 he wrote to Evariste De Valernes (October 26): “I was or I seemed to be hard with everyone through a sort of passion for brutality, which came from my uncertainty and my bad humour. I felt myself so badly made, so badly equipped, so weak, whereas it seemed to me, that my calculations on art were so right. I brooded against the whole world and against myself… I found in you again the same vigorous mind, the same vigorous and steady hand, and I envy you your eyes which will enable you to see everything until the last day. Mine will not give me this joy; I can scarcely read the papers a little and in the morning, when I reach my studio, if I have been stupid enough to linger somewhat over the deciphering, I can no longer get down to work.”

1891: Degas can no longer see well enough to read. He begins treatment under the famous Swiss ophthalmologist, Edmund Landolt.

1893, to Valernes (undated): “…I am dreading a stay in my room, without work, without being able to read, staring into space. My sight too is changing, for the worse. I am pitying myself, so that you may know that you are not the only unhappy person… With regard to writing, ah! my friends can scarcely count on me. Just imagine that to re-read, re-read what I write to you, would present such difficulty, even with the magnifying glass, that I should give it up after the first lines.”

Degas The Ballet Class Musee d'Orsay

Edgar Degas, The Ballet Class, Musee D’Orsay.

In an eerie coincidence, when I was also 36, my muscles started wasting away. However, it wasn’t until my diagnosis in August 2007 18 grueling months later, that I found out what was going on. By this point, I couldn’t dress myself, roll over in bed or even pull the doona over myself. Indeed, six weeks before my diagnosis, I fell at home and much to my horror, couldn’t get up again. I was lying face down on the floor alone with the kids and in so much pain. It was very tempting to give up, especially as I’d tripped over the broom my son had left on the floor and I was so angry. Hurt. Indeed, if ever there was a time I felt defeated, this was it. However, I guess the incredibility of the situation must have hit me. Why couldn’t I get myself up? Had I been snaffled up into a bad dream? Clearly not, so I’d just had to grab myself by the boot straps and get going. I managed to shuffle into the kitchen on my backside and much to my amazement, the cordless phone was in reach. I rang my husband at work, and he recommended I lever myself up with a chair. It worked and my day continued as usual. I didn’t even call the doctor. However, I did give a friend a key to my front door!

Having a condition which fluctuates, or gradually deteriorates, is very different to having a situation like an accident, for example, where you might have a clear cut change. It makes it very difficult to reach an ongoing point of acceptance, because the status quo is always changing.

So, I know that sense of fear. I know his desperation to find anything which might stop the inevitable. Yet, like Degas, I’ve also tried to make the most of what I’ve got and carpe diem seize the day. Indeed, living with something precious which is slipping away, really helps you savour every second. Degas kept painting and sculpting as long as he could, and once that was impossible he went on long walks around Paris, as if releasing that energy through his feet.

Indeed, not long before his death, he was filmed walking through Paris: Degas Walking Through Paris 1915

Now, before I actually write to Edgar Degas, I thought I’d better share a few details about The Little Dancer.

The Little Dancer

“The dancer’s body is simply the luminous manifestation of the soul.”

Isadora Duncan

Perhaps, you have seen the statue of the Little Dancer in your travels. However, I would like to make it clear that the bronze statue that we see today, isn’t the same Little Dancer which Degas displayed at the 1881 Impressionist Exhibition in Paris. Rather, it is a bronze which was cast in 1920 after Degas’s death. In recent years, a controversial plaster cast of the Little Dancer has come to light, which according to Dr Gregory Hedberg, could be closer to the original sculpture.  I highly recommend you watch this lecture, which is very much like a forensic report. It blew me away.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8pr3OYfY0zc&feature=youtu.be

So, without any further ado, here’s my letter to Edgar Degas:

My Letter to Degas

Dear Degas,

There’s some good news and some bad news. The good news is that you’ve back from the dead for the day so you can read this letter and give me some sort of reply. The bad news is that we have no money and so we’ll be “tumbleweeds” sleeping on the floor at the Shakespeare Bookshop. I don’t know if the requirements have changed since I gave a reading here, but I think we’ll have to help out in the bookshop and read a book while we’re here. You might even like to read Dr Gregory Hedberg’s book: Degas’ Little Dancer Aged Fourteen: The Earlier Version That Helped Spark the Birth of Modern Art. As for myself, I’m going to re-read Anais’s Nin’s Henry and June. I read it when I was last in Paris and let’s just say I wasn’t in a good way.

While we could talk at length about our respective medical struggles, I would much rather take you to the Musee D’orsay and ask you what you think of the Litter Dancer as she appears today? Is she your Little Dancer and does she bare any resemblance to the statute which appeared at the Impressionist Exhibition in 1881? I have my doubts. Also, as much as I’m pleased we can still enjoy a Little Dancer, I’m not sure about the ethics of putting her on public display without your consent. You are clearly a meticulous and precise man and from what I can gather, you weren’t happy with how she ended up. I don’t know if you kept trying to change her and touch her up and something went wrong, like someone who has had too much plastic surgery. The other concern I have is that was seemingly altered after you’d turned blind and weren’t working much at all. Perhaps, I’ve got that wrong. I’m trying to get my head around some pretty complex details on the fly, and I’d really appreciate it if you could help me out.

Anyway, could you please let me know what you think of the Little Dancer.

Meanwhile, I’m off for a walk. You’re not the only one who loves to walk the streets of Paris.

Warm regards,

Rowena

A Reply From Degas

Dear Rowena,

My time on earth was brief, but that wretched dancer is eternal. I’d locked her up. She was never meant to see the light of day. Now, all my mistakes are being portrayed as my greatest work. My inner world has been turned inside out, and is out on public display. There’s nothing left to call my own. Rowena, my only advice to upcoming artists, is to save yourself from the vultures. Light a match before you die.

Meet me Musee d’Orsay at midnight. I’ve found a van.

Yours,

Degas

22 thoughts on “D- Edgar Degas…A-Z Challenge.

  1. Rowena Post author

    Thanks, Kat. Have to get onto that. Need to get a few of them up. How have you been? I had the physio round this morning and we’re onto “routine” and she’s join the growing cry for me to get my hours back to normal. I really am needing to make an effort, but it’s like going on a diet. Hey, I probably should be doing that too. I am a bit of a rebel. Or, I just live in a different zone possibly somewhere in between the lines.
    Hope you’re having a good week.
    xx Ro

  2. Rowena Post author

    Thanks very much. Degas was a fascinating man. So complex and the story of what happened to the sculpture of the Little Dancer is riveting. There was a link through to a lecture, which you might enjoy.
    I agree with being our worst critics. I became quite aware of this in my kids and then realized I was just as bad and had shelved many good writing projects because I doubted myself. It’s an ongoing struggle. Ironically, I’m one of the most encouraging people I know. I also need to encourage myself!

  3. New Journey

    I love living between the lines LOL I am doing great, completely gone gluten free and I am feeling so much better, all sorts of energy and my pain level has gone way down. Since I know my hip is no longer an issue and its arthritis I have changed my diet. No white sugar, no gluten products and cut way back on the calorie intake. Life is good. Swimming and exercising daily without pain. YAY

  4. Retirement Reflections

    Hi, Rowena – The mixture of your personal experiences, with your research and focus on Degas the artist, is incredibly powerful. It had me breathless!

  5. Rowena Post author

    Hi Ann,
    Thanks for popping by. I agree with you about Degas and his dance paintings. They’re stunning and I love all the beautiful fabrics etc. They feel like looking into a dream.
    Best wishes,
    Rowena

  6. Rowena Post author

    He’d definitely fit in well with some of the FF characters. They’re a mischievous lot.
    I’m popping round now to read your post.
    Best wishes,
    Rowena

  7. Rowena Post author

    Thank you very much. I hope I can keep that up through out. There’s a long way to go!
    I really enjoyed your blog and referred it onto another dog lover blogger.
    Best wishes,
    Rowena

  8. Rowena Post author

    That’s fantastic, Kat. Geoff tries to be gluten free but it’s hard with our lifestyle and having the kids etc. The physio put the hard word on me today to get back into a routine. She started off talking to me about an exercise routine but it’s a lot more comprehensive than that. Moreover, now that I’m getting into this challenge and revving up the creative side, the routine logical side isn’t doing that well. Delving into Van Gogh isn’t doing the reality check much good either. Hey, staring into Starry Night doesn’t exactly equip you for the real world. I’d like to say bring it on, but I know it’s important to keep my feet on the ground no matter how high my head might be soaring.

  9. New Journey

    As much as I hate exercise, I can’t believe how much better I feel for doing it…aghhh!!! I have a replica painted by students of Starry Starry Night…3×4 feet LOL one of my favorite paintings. xxx

  10. alanagarrigues

    Degas is a favorite. I LOVE your theme and the mix of history and photos and the personal aspect of the letter and getting into the artist’s voice, and it’s all quite well written. This is definitely a site that I’ll want to jump down the rabbit hole and spend a good amount of time in. (Not today, as work calls, but one day soon.) I’m bookmarking you and I’ll be back to visit.

    Of Love + Light,
    Alana
    (Found you through A-Z. Also posting at http://www.ofloveandlight.org)

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  14. Rowena Post author

    Hi Alana
    Thank you for popping round and for your beautiful comments. I feel like I’ve been down 26 rabbit holes getting to know the artists behind the works I admire and I’m now going through and attaching a piece of music to each post. That’s been quite interesting. Some have been quite immediate but I’m now down to the more difficult ones. I guess this only means more learning.
    Best wishes,
    Rowena

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