May 27, 2011
Dems Seniors. (Missing Abbey!)
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May 27, 2011
Dems Seniors. (Missing Abbey!)
“Wellesley Girls’’ hangs, fittingly, in Wellesley College’s Davis Museum and Cultural Center. Intensely awkward yet almost casually virtuosic, it’s one of those rare portraits that creates a real psychological itch, one that can be satisfied only by more looking.
This picture shows, on the right, Nancy Selvage, who this year retired as director of the ceramics program at Harvard University, and her friend Kiki Djos (now Martin).
Selvage was spending a lot of time with Neel then, because Neel’s son Hartley was her boyfriend. (Her Wellesley roommate would later marry Hartley. Ah, college!)
“Being painted by Alice was always a spontaneous experience,’’ Selvage remembers. “None of the sittings were commissioned or scheduled. All of a sudden she would zero in on a gesture or emotional state that she ‘needed’ to capture.’’
You can tell from the way, in “Wellesley Girls,’’ she lavishes attention on Selvage’s face and upright form that Neel felt strongly about her. It’s a sense that is underlined by Neel’s discreet, but unignorable, snubbing of Martin. It’s not that Martin’s presence is uninteresting. How can you not love her outfit — the worn, translucent knees of her stockings, the polka-dot pattern, inverted on one side, of her jacket? But her face has an unfinished, slipshod quality that is the antithesis of Selvage’s composed, focused features.
Note, in particular, the telling shadow hooking under the inside of Selvage’s glistening right eye; the eyes’ slight asymmetry; the lush green shadow between her eyebrows; and the dark hair lolling sensuously on her shoulders.
She’s a girl vexed by, and not yet ready for, her own beauty.
Neel plays up the contrast between the squat, mannish pose of Martin (shades of Picasso’s portrait of Gertrude Stein) and the sinuous, elongated shape of Selvage. The crown of Selvage’s head almost touches the upper edge of the painting; her smartly shoed foot kisses the canvas’s bottom edge.
According to Selvage, who stayed in touch with Neel until the painter’s death, Neel had no “room of her own’’: She worked at the easel in the living room, or wherever else it pleased her to paint. The girls sat for a relatively short time on Saturday night, and then again on Sunday morning — the living room now in sunlight — before they drove back to Boston.
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From someone else’s room:
From the science center:
Change Science Center to Pendleton/Jewett and you have the entirety of my senior year.
Wellesley in particular throws a great Dyke Ball every year. This is one of those parties that you desperately need to go to when you’re in college and desperately need to not go to once you’re over 22.
Snow snow snow (Taken with Instagram at Wellesley College)
mangocupcakes:satyabear:onlyslightly:
This is not a version of that meme that’s been going around. This is from the 1909 Wellesley Legenda.
That’s right. 1909.
The slow realization that most of the individuals you meet outside of your school are straight and moderate to conservative. This will get some getting used to.
This is one of the many reasons the “real world” is overrated.
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