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What Helen Frankenthaler Learned About Painting From Visiting the Old Masters at the Prado
Read an excerpt from the new book Fierce Poise: Helen Frankenthaler and 1950s New York.
April 8, 2021
Portrait of American abstract expressionist artist Helen Frankenthaler (1928 - 2011) as she poses in her studio, New York, New York, 1978. Photo by Brownie Harris/Corbis via Getty Images.
Helen sat on the steps of the Prado, smoking a cigarette in the blazing heat of midafternoon while the museum was closed for siesta. By then she had been in the darkened galleries for five hours, having arrived when the doors opened at nine, and she would go back in when the doors reopened and stay until closing time at 7:30. This was Helen’s routine every day during her time in Madrid, part of a two-month tour she took alone that summer through Spain and southern France.
Discussed in this essay:
Fierce Poise: Helen Frankenthaler and 1950s New York, by Alexander Nemerov. Penguin Press. 288 pages. $28.
Imagine, if you will, that it’s the year 1990, and you are flipping through the magazine
Art & Antiques. (Why you are doing this, I don’t know maybe you’re an art collector? Just imagine it.) You come across a photograph of a middle-aged white woman in a lemon-yellow sweater and low wedges. She’s perched inside some kind of gigantic wheeled frame, dark eyes cast to the side, laughing at a private joke. Cans of paint, buckets, and brushes, the tools of her trade, are organized on shelves beside her. She seems successful and, what’s more, adjusted to success happy, even carefree. On the floor is a work in progress, soupy reddish paint dotted with black specks. It vaguely resembles an exploded watermelon. “Every canvas is a journey all its own,” the text declares.