Critical Archive of the Visual and Related Arts
Pieter Bruegel the Elder
Netherlandish; 16th-century
Antwerp, Belgium: Museum Mayer van den Bergh
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Mad Meg. 1563. Oil on panel
More so than in other Bruegels, the main thing here is the almost ontological relationship — it's nearly a full-on antagonism — between the painterly gradients of the environment (blaring sky, dead brown ground) and the linearity of all of the figures. There's a world beyond these debauched and struggling characters, but it's a world they certainly don't belong to and almost don't even inhabit. That's why they're being scorched from above, and why it's all opening onto damnation below — this is met de Bles's wonder at our distinctness from nature turned around and against itself. At first you want to say that this is all beyond composition, but then you notice that behind Meg things are busier than before her, and that this whole mess of bent bodies and thrust weapons is coursing her towards the mouth of hell. In this sense it's an advancement on Bosch, who is truly without order. Something's lost in Bruegel's greater comprehension, but this is also more stunningly a "picture" than could've happened before it. (TFS, 2026)
Vienna, Austria: Kunsthistorisches Museum
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The Conversion of Paul. 1567. Oil on canvas
There's so much painting going on here — of so many sorts and all so crammed together that it's tough to come away with a sense of this picture as an "image." And yet things hang together. (In this regard, Pierre Bonnard isn't too far off.) There's the solid rendering of the soldiers' garb, and of their horses; the poured look to the paint in the mountains and the rocks; the flat gradient of that crop of sky at left; the scratchy whorls in the clouds just above it. Bruegel's arrangement of the scene parallels how he's handled its paint: well-rendered figures throng in a backwater of the picture (where the titular "conversion," just right of center, is hardly visible) while all around them emptied surfaces stutter, slope, and fall away. And yet, as I said, things hang together. There's a sort of spiraling that, come the image's upper third or so, resolves itself into the verticality of the trees and the bluffs behind them. But to put this composition's logic so patly — to describe it as merely a "spiraling" — is to fail to get at how the painting is somehow always working against itself, rather than towards any end. Bruegel has works that are even more dispersed than this one, and often for the better. But it's in this picture's toying with order, its refusal either to embrace or to subvert it, that its value lies. (TFS, 2025)
Antwerp, Belgium: Royal Museum of Fine Arts
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The Wedding Dance. c1566. Oil on panel
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