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Alice Neel : Family 3 Alice Neel : Family The Douglas Hyde Gallery 5 Foreword It is a rare privilege to be able to hold an exhibi - tion of the work of Alice Neel, and this show probably wouldn’t have happened at all without the kind and gracious assis tance of Victoria Miro, who first put me in touch with Jeremy Lewison, the Neel estate’s adviser. Jeremy made everything possible. He chose the theme of the show and selected the paintings and drawings; he also conducted all the negotiations with the artist’s estate with exceptional discretion and tact. The Gallery and I greatly appreciate all he has done. My deep personal gratitude, and the Gallery’s too, must also be extended to the Neel family, who have facilitated the organization of the show with real generosity. Adam Phillips, a writer and thinker I have long admired, has written a sensitive and perceptive text for the catalogue, and I thank him enthusi - astically for doing so. The publication of the catalogue has been made possible by Joe and Marie Donnelly, and by Adam Clayton; the Gallery and I express our sincere appreciation to them for giving us such liberal support. Finally, the Gallery is very grateful to Dublin Contemporary 2011 , our collaborators on this exhibition. Christian Viveros-Fauné, one of DC2011 ’s lead curators, showed real enthusiasm for the project when it was first introduced to him, and both he and his colleagues have been helpful and encouraging ever since. John Hutchinson 5 ‘...even though he wrote such deadpan verse he really Sitting sympathised with humanity.’ Targets Alice Neel on the poet Kenneth Fearing ‘You know what I enjoy almost the most of anything? Dividing up the canvas’, Alice Neel once said, dividing up her enjoyment into the most and almost the most. ‘When I was in high school I was very good at mathematics, and I love dividing up canvases’. For the sitter, at least, a portrait is always a reminder, among other things, of the fact that we can never see ourselves from where we are being looked at, that other people see us in ways we can never see ourselves. And this is another great divide that Alice Neel’s portraits are peculiarly alert to. Her subjects are almost always acutely aware of being looked at – they seem to be at once posing and wholly self- absorbed – and she, as a painter, is unusually attentive to what they can make of their self-consciousness. Indeed one of the many extraordinary things about Neel’s portraits is how they inspire a self-fash ioning in her subjects. It is as though in being painted by her they become the artists of themselves; we see them in the portrait having formed an image of themselves. As though one becomes an artist because one has been looked at in a puzzled and puzzling way; even as a child. Neel never lets us, never wants us, to forget that these are portraits of people being looked at; of what people look like when they are being close ly observed. That no-one is ever caught off-guard, they are just caught guarding different things. That being looked at divides us against and within ourselves. Being good at mathematics, of course, is not only being good at division, but numbers don’t change by being looked at. And they are not unpredictable. This looking and being looked at, face to face, as Neel things about Neel’s subjects is the way they stare back so clearly knew, goes back a long way; and it is this at her (and at us). Because, once again, in sitting for a which makes her portraits of family and friends so portrait, and in a peculiarly studied way, there is that alluring and uncanny. ‘My psychiatrist once told me’, formative and confounding experience of childhood, Neel once said, ’I got interested in painting portraits of being looked at intently. Of never knowing what because I liked to watch my mother’s face…It had someone is going to make of us, of wondering what they dominion over me. Since she was so unpredictable want from what they see in us. Something that was he thought I watched her face to see whether she once so unsettling – an intense pleasure, an extreme approved of things or not’. Her psychiatrist said it bewilderment, an unassuageable terror – is re-staged. she says, offering it without quite owning it. ‘Interest’ and ‘liking’ sound like understating the case, but We have the experience of being given a picture of ‘dominion’ suggests the scale and the force; and ‘so ourselves that might not have occurred to us; a unpredictable’ suggests the terror. And we are also picture that by definition – and that by defining us, left wondering, by the same token, how Neel’s mother is disturbing, whatever else it is – we could not have looked at her, what she saw in her daughter, the created ourselves. And once again, as always, by painter of portraits being as it were in both positions, someone who never quite knows why they want to look, in both places at once. There was an exchange that or what they are looking at (as though one unconscious interested Neel, and she had to go on painting it. could look at another, something impossible to picture). And even though there is always an answer to these At the very beginning of our lives people were peering questions – I am your mother, I am your child, I am into our faces and we were doing something similar in your lover, I am a painter – everyone knows that is not return (it is not incidental that Neel is a great painter the whole story. Looking and being looked at is the of secular babies). We organised our lives around the original exchange. It links us to our losses and our lot, moods on our mother’s faces. Looking at portraits – to our suspicions and our misgivings; it links us unlike listening to music, or dancing, or reading and uniquely to our histories. What is arranged is that the writing – is something we have been doing all our sitter will be looked at by somebody who likes looking, lives, often without noticing (conversation is a way of with a view to making something new. It is not merely looking at someone’s face). Sitting for a portrait – and her subjects but this scene (and act) of portraiture – one always sits for a portrait, whether or not one is what it is reminiscent of, what it recovers, what it sitting – goes back a long way (as does sitting rather re-enacts – that Neel paints in her portraits. than standing). There is the liking to look of the painter, and the being looked at, the other part of the Neel’s portraits always keep this long-standing drama equation that Neel doesn’t mention; and this despite of being seen, the divisiveness of being looked at, in the fact that one of the starkest and most striking play within the picture – that just as one has to be absorbed in order to pose, one has to pose in order our faces because we have undergone this kind of to be absorbed: that portraits are portraits of what it is scrutiny; and we need to undergo it again – from both to be seen, by a particular person at a particular time sides, to be paid on both sides – through the work of art. (and this includes at a particular time in the history of portraiture). As though she is somewhere so mindful When Neel paints windows in her luminous pictures of just how divisive the process can be – dividing the of buildings in the city you can rarely see through subject from his image of himself, and dividing the them, you can’t see what is inside. And when she painter from her subject – that this is what she is paints eyes, which she does so startlingly, they are painting; not simply the sitter, but the experience of often focused, defiant, intent. As though for Neel they sitting for her. And partly to discover, perhaps, what kind are not the windows of the soul, but where people’s of dominion she has (everyone she paints is different, opaqueness shows through. Reactive to her scrutiny, but they are all unfailingly her portraits). And this, one you sometimes feel that her sitters - for example, might think, is nowhere more troubling, nowhere more Richard Aged 5, or the striking portrait of Sam, or the immediate than in the painting of family and friends; nervy grin of Frank O’Hara No. 2 – are trying to stare in which fear of the patron is replaced by fear of the her out, or evade her gaze through a rather grand and family, fear of intimacy and its histories. As though there stylised self-absorption. There is something unyielding, is something else, something more she wants from these slightly guarded, or vigilant, or hypnotised about her people – and indeed that they want from her – and it is subjects, as though Neel is painting the fear of being called a portrait. seen; as though her (modern) subjects can’t (or don’t) bear scrutiny. As though it is the mask in the face that We have grown up in the family preparing a face to meet Neel keeps seeing. Indeed her portraits often intimate the faces that we meet; and this is the predicament that self-preoccupation is a precondition for looking.