Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Remembering Leopold Seyffert




Leopold Seyffert (1887-1956), In My Studio, 1931, Oil on Canvas, 60 1/2 by 54 1/4 in. , Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington, D.C.



Duane Van Vechten, 1924, Oil on Canvas, 50 by 40 in., Private Collection.  Ms. Vechten was the daughter of wealthy banker Ralph Van Vechten.  She was an early member of the Taos, New Mexico artists’ colony and a patron of artists.


Nicolai Fechin (1881-1955), Duane Van Vechten, 1926, Oil on Canvas, 50 by 40 in., private collection.  Painted two years later.  What a contrast.  Both great portraits.
Samuel Gompers (1850-1924), 1919, Oil on Canvas, 47 by 38 in., New York Historical Society 



My Family, 1928. Oil on canvas, 76 3/4 x 51 1/2 in. Brooklyn Museum.  Painted in their Paris apartment.  Left to right, Helen Fleck Seyffert (1891-1951), and sons Peter (1917-2003) and Richard Leopold (1915-1979).  Richard would later become a portraitist like his father.


Katherine Abbott Bigelow, 1932, Oil on Canvas, 30 by 25 in., Private Collection



Bobby, Oil on Canvas



Daniel Zuloaga (a Spanish ceramist and Ignacio Zuloaga’s uncle), Oil on Canvas



The Lacquer Screen, 1917, Oil on canvas, 54 3/16 by 60 in., Acquired 1918 by Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts


It’s thrilling to view the work of painters from the past who had a keen eye for the nuances of brilliant color and could draw swiftly, accurately and decisively with a fully loaded brush in such a way that their subjects are brimming with life on canvas.

Leopold Gould Seyffert (1887-1956) had that rare combination of skills, as evidenced by a number of outstanding paintings he produced early in his career.  That gift is not so evident later on when he was busy cranking out excellent but unremarkable commissioned portraits in competition with many other highly accomplished portrait painters plying the trade in the first half of the 20th Century.  Seyffert was one of the most successful of all of them, and yet he remains one of the most unrecognized by the general art public.  He painted over 500 commissioned portraits in a 49-year career, sometimes as many as 25 a year – an incredible feat.  His subjects included such notables as Henry Clay Frick, Fritz Kreisler, Leopold Stokowski, Andrew Mellon, Samuel H. Kress, Elizabeth Arden, Samuel Gompers, Charles Lindbergh, David Sarnoff and members of the Du Pont family. 

He also painted a portrait of the famous “Golden Age” contralto Louise Homer, which is on view in the gallery of opera stars on the first level of the Metropolitan Opera House at Lincoln Center.  I coincidentally paid more attention to this painting Monday night while attending the Met’s performance of Lehar’s The Merry Widow.  The Homer portrait shows that, even as good as Seyffert was, he didn’t hit a home run every time at bat when doing commissioned portraits.  But given his talent and the fact he was much in demand, he must have had a pretty good batting average.  And I might as well add that most of the portraits of the fabulous, world-famous opera singers in the Met gallery aren’t very good.  A lot of them, in fact, are mediocre jobs that look like they were done from publicity photos.  I could say more, but I’ll just bite my tongue.

Seyffert’s relative obscurity is not unusual for sought-after painters of commissioned portraits when their time on earth has ended.  After the painting is unveiled and hung on the boardroom wall or above the fireplace in a stately mansion, chances are you won’t hear about the painting or the painter again, that is until the corporation decides to deaccession its art collection or the heirs get tired of looking at Grandma hanging on the wall and put her up for auction.

Before he really got down to business with his commissioned portraits, Seyffert created a number of nude figure paintings from 1916 to 1922 that “were so well received when they were exhibited throughout the country that they were usually immediately acquired for major museums,” according to a blurb on the website of the Los Angeles County Museum of Art (LACMA).

He also drew charcoal portraits ala Sargent and painted landscapes, floral still lifes and a few excellent self-portraits.  I was blown away when I first came across his brilliant, creamy 1931 self-portrait “In My Studio” while doing a little Internet research a while back on Ignacio Zuloaga, one of my favorite painters.  Seyffert had studied briefly with Zuloaga in Spain in 1914, after studying at the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts from 1906 until 1913 with Thomas Pollock Anschutz, William Merritt Chase, Cecilia Beaux and Hugh H. Breckenridge.  I’m guessing that Zuloaga’s paintings of nudes inspired Seyffert to create a similar body of work.  And it looks like he took quite naturally to the fluid brushwork of Chase and Beaux for his own smooth yet vigorous paint handling technique. 

The aforementioned In My Studio is such a perfect example of what can be accomplished with oil paint if one has self-confidence and a complete mastery of the craft.  If you look closely at the base of Seyffert’s neck, for example, you can see, even in reproduction, how gorgeous that patch of flesh painting is, with fluid strokes of beautiful color showing just enough anatomy to be totally convincing as the real thing. Try it yourself and you are bound to fail.  Such a passage has to be painted boldly with broad strokes from a big brush fully loaded with juicy paint, and perhaps a little blending with a soft brush at the end to get that seamless unity of skin tones.   I’m just speculating, you understand.  I didn’t see how he did it.  And that’s always the great mystery with beautiful painting – how was it accomplished?  All we can do is guess.  Don’t let anyone suggest otherwise.

Before the portrait commissions started pouring in, Seyffert played semi-professional baseball, as did his contemporary, George Bellows.  A lot of the bravura painters from those days were macho men who excelled at some athletic activity before settling on the greatest sport of all, alla prima oil painting.  To be really good at it, you have to be physically fit and under 60 years of age, give or take a few years.  You get quite a workout dashing back and forth in front of your easel to get a living, breathing portrait painted life-size in one sitting.  Today’s artists who insist on working from life photographically on a painting for weeks on end, putting every close-up detail on an emotionless face, should be sentenced to six months in an alla prima boot camp to learn how to get some life in their paintings.  I can’t imagine the proper punishment for those enormously successful portrait “painters” who copy beautiful photographs so perfectly that you can’t tell the difference.  Maybe just a worldwide ban on such despicable acts.

Seyffert was born in California, Missouri, in 1887, the sixth of seven children of Hermann and Emma Tweihaus Seyffert.  The family soon moved to Colorado Springs, Colorado.  In 1890, his German immigrant father, a contractor, fell off a roof and died, leaving the family members “to work or marry early.”  I assume Leopold was no longer a toddler when he painted cakes at a local bakery and glass eyes for a taxidermist.  Following an older brother to Pittsburgh in 1904, Seyffert worked as an office boy for John Worthington, a Standard Oil geologist who loaned him money to attend the Pennsylvania Academy of Art.  Seyffert painted portraits of Worthington family members to repay the debt.

You can read a lot about Seyffert’s life and painting career on the Internet, including an extensive biographical entry on Wikipedia.  Much of this information comes from Robert Seyffert, Leopold's grandson and a painter himself, who is trying his best to get his exceptionally talented grandfather back in the limelight.  Most recently, Robert arranged a showing of Leopold’s work early this year at the Union League Club, a private social club in New York City.  Unfortunately I didn’t get to the show.  I’m missing out on everything these days.  Holy creeping inertia!

Seyffert made three trips to Europe as a young man – in 1910, 1912 and 1914, copying from Velazquez at the Prado, admiring the work of Hals and painting the locals when he could, including peasants in Vollendam, Holland.  He went on that first trip to Europe in 1910 with his fiancĂ©e, Helen Fleck, also an artist, and her mother.  Leopold and Helen were married in 1911.  They resided in Paris off and on for some years, hobnobbing with quite a few members of the cultural and social elite, including Zuloaga, Stokowski, Hemingway and Man Ray. The couple had three children, a girl and two boys.  One of the boys, Richard Leopold, became a portrait painter himself and taught at my alma mater, The Art Students League of New York, as his father had done years before. 

Leopold and Helen divorced in 1930 and he married Grace “Bobby” Vernon, who for over 15 years had modeled for many of those nude figure paintings of his that were such big hits with collectors.  That phase of Seyffert’s career is the subject of a brief essay on LACMA’s website regarding one of Seyffert’s nude figure paintings in its collection.  Here is an excerpt:

“The most modernist works Seyffert was ever to produce, these canvases were no doubt influenced by the nude studies painted by his friend Arthur B. Carles. Both men used the same model, beautiful red-haired Grace Vernon, better known as ‘Bobby’, who would later become Seyffert’s second wife. In several paintings Seyffert placed Bobby in highly decorative interiors with an ornate oriental screen, panel, or drape as a backdrop. Her body was treated as a single form and her extremities generalized or attenuated. In The Lacquer Screen, 1918 (Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts, Philadelphia), the curves of the nude echo the calligraphic lines in the Chinese coromandel screen behind her…”

In my opinion, Seyffert’s nudes also owe a debt to Zuloaga, who used boldly patterned and lushly painted draperies to dramatize the nude figure in paintings he was creating in Spain around the same time.  But Zuloaga’s nudes are actually bold portraits of his unclothed subjects, in contrast to the stylized nudes created by Seyffert and Carles. 

It is said that Seyffert eventually ruined his health from smoking and drinking, but he continued painting commissioned portraits until near the end of his life. When Bobby died in 1950, a new model and companion, Ramona, took care of him until he died of esophageal cancer in 1956, in his 69th year.  Ah, yes, artists and their models once again.  I’m tickled to add another footnote to the old, old tale.  And being primarily a still life painter myself, a little envious, as well.