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In 1625, Rubens created a pencil portrait of a cameraman. He did not like this type of women. Usually in his paintings you can see ladies, striking the splendor of the bodies. The artist portrayed almost a girl. She is very young. This is a real flower that is very fragile. In all features, the child is angular.
After the drawing has been completed, the artist decides to create a whole picture. Prior to this, Rubens portrayed grandiose paintings that excited contemporaries. He was a real colossus. And suddenly he fixed his gaze on a seemingly unremarkable chamberlain. What happened?
The artist put all his experience into this portrait. Secrets are inherent in Rubens. That is why the picture must be considered for a very long time. A young woman of the 17th century looks at Nast. Centuries separate us. But the magic of the artist’s brush is amazing. Unable to see open colors. Everything seems to be fused into one gamut, which miraculously immerses the viewer in the era. It is as if we are breathing the same air with the artist.
Infanta's eyes look at us a little creepy and at the same time affectionately. Eyebrows are slightly raised, as if Isabella is surprised at something. There are no wrinkles on a smooth face. She should not be shown any worries. But in the thin nostrils, which tremble a little, tension is felt. The pupils are dilated. They are also as tense as possible. They give out the incredible excitement of the heroine. In this case, the sponges are compressed. An extra word will never fly out of them.
Infanta knows how to masterfully keep all the secrets of the palace. The yard simply does not like witnesses to some terrible secrets. But without them it is impossible to do. We feel very uncomfortable under this gaze, which gives an assessment of everything.
This is not just a portrait, but a whole treatise. The artist analyzes the yard from a psychological point of view. His painting symbolizes the futility of the struggle for power, which, in fact, is empty.
Artist Krymov Pictures