Paul Delvaux, The Viaduct, 1963, (oil on canvas)
I love Delvaux's atmospheric paintings and rarely get the chance to see one, so I thought I would do a separate post on this one.
Evoking Delvaux's world without referring to trains is impossible, since it is a recurring theme in his work. Here he reveals himself as a painter of reality, of a meticulous reality. In Delvaux, no detail is left to chance, and each element is studied in depth. In fact, he ordered scale models of trains and trams which reigned over his studio, next to a skeleton, another important source of inspiration. That way, every time he wished to do so, he was able to copy them carefully and integrate them in his works.
The Viaduct is a very interesting piece, because it gathers in a single, very dense composition, all the elements which constitute the artist's world: the suspended lamps found in his childhood homes, the magical and unusual atmosphere of the stations at nightfall, the mysterious train passing and covering the horizon with its strange smoke, the mirror reflecting another world, another reality. Everything is fixed, inanimate, waiting for an event which does not take place. The work frightens and at the same time fascinates, since it is inhabited by poetry. The houses are lit, but no human being seems to live in them. No life animates this composition constructed like a theatrical scene.
There is the foreground, with that strange mirror whose presence in a street or under a shelter, reminding us of a train station, is unreal; and the background scenery: a train passes and seems to float in the night sky. Such a particular world is made of simplicity and reality, but, due to the contrasts existing between the real elements and their anachronistic or unusual association, the artist creates unreality, daydream, poetry. Although all the elements of the painting are realistic, the image as a whole is not. Time no longer exists.
Everything in the painting exists, everything has a name, everything is known by everybody and can be grasped by everyone, but Delvaux, like a magician, puts together things that usually are not, makes fun of time and space. With traditional materials, he creates what has been called 'the world of Delvaux' - a world of poetry.