The Nazis
perpetrated the largest theft of artwork in history during World War II, and
the work of returning the stolen art to its rightful owners still
continues. But might Germany have an equally
valid claim on the captured Nazi art that was looted by Allied soldiers during
the war?
The bizarre
provenance of such artwork—quite aside from each piece’s individual artistic
merit or its reflection of the time when it was created—makes fascinating
history. Over time, some pieces seem to
vanish and reappear, subject to the vagaries of war, political upheavals,
theft, and natural disasters. A number
of famous paintings went down with the Titanic
and others have been lost in almost every war
and in natural disasters. In numerous
cases, we simply do not know what happened to the famous art of the past—we
only know of its loss because someone wrote about its existence.
At the Wounded
Knee Massacre, the bodies of the slain Native Americans were left lying in the
snow for several days until a blizzard passed.
Some time after the fighting stopped, a soldier removed one of the
sacred Ghost Shirts from the body of a dancer, eventually selling it to George
Crager, a cowboy working for the Buffalo Bill Wild West Show. While performing in Europe, Crager gave the
shirt to the city museum of Glasgow.
Almost a century
later, a Cherokee tourist was shocked to see the sacred relic on display there
and promptly informed the Lakota tribal leaders of its location. The tribe immediately began a lengthy
campaign to recover the artifact. Great Britain had previously passed
wide-reaching legislation that proclaimed that all art residing in English
museums legally belongs to its respective museum and is held in trust for the
people of the world (translation: "We have it and you ain't getting it
back!"). While the Glaswegian city
officials were adamant that the museum owned the magic shirt, the tribe waged a
crafty public relations crusade that eventually forced the city to “gift” the
ghost shirt back to the tribe. The
campaign was greatly helped by serendipitous timing: the popular Kevin Costner western, Dances
With Wolves, was released at almost the same time.
Note. After a
lecture on the various military battles between the US Army and Native
Americans, a foreign exchange student from Germany once asked me why Americans
concern themselves so much with “conquered peoples”? This is, perhaps a question that only a
German could ask.
Another example of
"captive art" would be the bells of Balangiga. During the popular revolt called the
Philippine Insurrection following the Spanish American War, (the nerve of those
people resisting more than four decades of American occupation after we had liberated them from the Spanish!),
the locals of Belangiga attacked the US Infantry on September 1, 1902, killing
48 soldiers, the Army’s largest military loss since Little Bighorn. In retaliation, General Smith ordered that
the island be reduced to “a howling wilderness”—specifically ordering his
soldiers to kill every male on the island over the age of ten. During the subsequent attack, the US Army
seized the church bells of Belangiga, since the bells had been used to signal
the surprise attack. Despite the pleas
of the Catholic Church and the Government of the Philippines, the single
remaining bell has been in the possession of the 9th US Infantry Regimental
Museum, and is unlikely to be returned.
There are endless
further examples: The Rosetta Stone, the
Elgin Marbles, Scotland's Stone of Scone, Gustav Klimt's The Lady in Gold, the Hanuman statue
from Cambodia, the Incan artifacts (that Yale University actually just returned
to Peru)....the museums of the world could be emptied if all the claimed
artifacts were returned to the various people who claim them.
Which brings us to
the Rokeby Venus, or, as the artist called the painting, The Toilet of Venus. In sixteenth
century Spain, paintings of nudes were forbidden unless they had religious or
mythological significance (and even then, such work was more tolerated than
encouraged). Nevertheless, the kings of
Spain frequently collected such paintings, privately hiding their art away in
what was called “the room where the king retires after dinner.” (Or translated in today’s vernacular—"the
royal man cave".)
Philip IV was not
immune to this collecting bug, and to expand his collection, he sent the court
portrait artist, Diego Velasquez to Italy, not only to purchase suitable
artwork for his private collection, but also to be influenced by such painters
as Rubens, Titian, and Tintoretto.
Velasquez made two trips to Italy, each lasting almost two years, and
after each trip it is possible to detect a change in Velasquez: his work became
more impressionistic, slowly moving away from the rigid realism of the artists of Madrid.
On his second trip
to Italy, Velasquez painted his Venus—the only nude by the artist still
existing. The work is obviously
influenced by paintings of similar subjects by Titian. Indeed, Velasquez purchased several such
works for the King’s private room and he also had a cast copy made of a statue
of a reclining Venus by Borghese (right).
However, Velasquez's painting of Venus is not a copy; it also may be the
most sensual painting of a woman ever created.
While there is no
doubt that the painting was originally intended for the king, it remained in
Velasquez’s home until his death, possibly because the model had been his
Italian mistress who had borne him a son.
After Velasquez's death, the painting was sold to Don Gaspar Mendez de
Haro, a notorious libertine.
Haro’s daughter
married the Duke of Alba, and the painting remained the property of the family
for almost two centuries. The family
(probably wisely) hung the painting in a secluded location, safely away from
the eyes of the public and the Inquisition.
In 1802, upon the passing of the Duchess of Alba, King Charles IV commanded her estate to sell the
painting to his Prime Minister and close personal friend, Manuel Godoy.
Godoy, too, had a
private viewing room of salacious paintings that the Inquisition thoroughly
disliked, but it could do nothing about this because of his position at
court. Godoy hung the Velasquez painting
alongside the two famous Goya paintings, the Maja Desnuda and the Maja
Vestida. (One theory, impossible to prove, says that
Goya used as his model the Duchess of Alba.)
Godoy was a much
better art critic than Prime Minister—his policies led to a general collapse of
the Spanish Empire and to the invasion of Spain itself by Napoleon. Godoy was disgraced, removed from power,
briefly imprisoned in France, and eventually exiled from Spain for the rest of
his life.
Exactly what
happened to his art collection is unclear.
In England, an ambitious art dealer, William Buchanan sent an agent to
Madrid to acquire as much artwork of the great masters as possible. England was prospering, and suddenly there
was a great market for antiquities and European art. Buchanan was a businessman who was not an
admirer of art and who had only contempt for his customers. In a letter to a friend, he described one
customer as having “a particular rage for naked beauties, and plenty of the
ready to purchase them with.”
Buchanan’s agent,
George Wallis, used both persuasion and bribes to acquire his goods. He also took advantage of the chaos that the
changes in government, the protracted war, and the French and English invasions
had caused, in order to acquire many of the paintings of the Spanish
royalty. There are two competing,
possible versions of how he acquired the Venus: either he bought it from an English
soldier, or he bought it at an auction when the interim Spanish government
ordered the sale of all property of those Spaniards who had aided the French in
their invasion.
Napoleon installed
his brother Joseph on the throne of Spain, but as the English slowly pushed the
French out of Spain, the French hastily cut almost two hundred paintings from
their frames, and tried to smuggle them out of the country. Eighty-three of the paintings were captured
by the English at the Battle of Vitoria.
They were presented by the army to its general, Arthur Wellesley, the
future Duke of Wellington. Most of the
paintings were eventually returned to Spain, though at least one Velasquez
painting (The Water Seller of Seville)
remains in the former Duke’s London home as a gift of King Ferdinand to the
general who helped liberate Spain.
Regardless of how
the painting of Venus was acquired, it was shipped to England and sold in 1813
by Buchanan to John Morris, a classical scholar famous for his hunt for the
location of Troy—for the paltry sum of £500 (roughly $45,000 in today’s
money). Morris hung the painting in his
home at Rokeby Park, and over the next century the painting became popularly
known as The Rokeby Venus.
In 1906, as the
estate was broken up and auctioned, there was a risk that the painting would
leave England. Certainly, museums and
collectors from Europe and America desperately wanted to purchase the painting,
so agents were dispatched to London to acquire it. The thought of England's losing the painting
created a public outcry, which eventually lead to the creation of the National
Art Collections Fund (even King Edward VII donated to the fund). The new fund's first purchase was the
Velasquez masterpiece. Today, the Venus
hangs in the National Gallery in London.
Whether it was war
or greed that brought her to her new home, it is ironic that a painting created
in Italy for the private pleasure of a Spanish King and sold because a French
Emperor made his Corsican brother the King of Spain, is now available for
public viewing because of an English king.
A whole lot of fuss over a lot of nudie pictures if you ask me. The only difference being that instead of a one hour photo shoot, the "artist" had a nekkid lady sprawled out for his personal ogling for several weeks at a time. It's not surprising that such works of "art" made up the contents of uppity man caves of the time. It's amazing how much wantonness and perversion got enshrined as "art" and displayed in public over the years. If you took "art" as serious depictions of history, even the Christian apostles and Israelite Kings ran around with their naughty bits hanging out (albeit sometimes covered by a leaf or the corner of a bath towel. It's always been kind of interesting how simply adding the label "art", makes it so that perfectly decent people can go look at often gigantic pictures of naked women in public places (oftimes in the company of their children even). If you showed photographs of women in those same poses to a child on your I-phone you could go to jail for exposing children to pornography. Interesting how one thing can go from perversion to art simply by switching the label and calling it art.
ReplyDeleteAs that great philosopher Elphaba Thropp once said after taking a public bath on camera (albeit fully clothed in the 1939 film), "What a world! What a world!"
What a rare serendipitous find, the 'Duck of Wellington'!
ReplyDeleteOops. Thanks for the catch. The Iron Duke would be pissed. (Thought I have to admit I am tempted to leave it that way.)
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