Review written by M. Z. Kopidakis. Darkness Visible.
Welcoming Gregorios Xenopoulos upon his election to the Academy of Athens, Pavlos Nirvanas
made this flattering yet perceptive remark: “Dear colleague, I have read all your writings
and I never suffered a dull moment!” All things considered, all of us who were friends or
acquaintances of Lydia Gravanis could likewise assert that we never felt bored or uncomfortable
while listening to her wide ranging comments, her well thought out views and poignant remarks
regarding art scene personalities, current events and trends, as well as her thoughts on life
and existence in general. Lydia was gifted, interesting and charming.
In her youth, swept away by the excruciating yet joyous fire that burned inside her -the fire
of artistic expression, she was enchanted by the theater, the art which is put to the test
on a daily basis and seeks immediate reciprocation in the audience’s applause. When her star
started to shine she left the stage and turned to the fine arts, which require, much like
writing, a different way of life: discipline, contemplation and solitude.
The work that Lydia bequeathed to future generations reflects her exuberant personality,
multifaceted talent and audacious spirit, which mocked hypocrisy, obsolete social conventions
and conformity head on. With a feverish pace, as if she could somehow foretell her untimely passing,
she experimented with various materials showing special preference for oils, explored fields bordering
painting, continued to serve the theater designing costumes and stage sets, and adopted many styles
before settling in her first great love, the wild central European expressionism that better suited
her uncompromising temperament, without succumbing to the safety of a single theme. The bee,
this epitome of eclecticism in nature, does not limit itself to thyme, however fragrant it might be.
The dark ages in which men exerted absolute dominance on society, language and the arts forced
women into silence and timidity. Patriarchy favored the glorification of the youthful and harmonious
female body, but discouraged the representation of the male one in its entirety, that is entirely
nude, especially if the artist who wanted to depict the most sensitive part, the male genitalia,
was a woman. In the 1970s, Sylvia Sleigh, in such paintings as
Philip Golub Reclining (1971) and
The Turkish Bath (1973), reversed an age-old convention: instead of men
gazing at the female nude, it was women who scrutinized the nude male body. Adopting such a feminist
perspective, Lydia stood siccis oculis and rendered the roughness of the male nude along with the
unexpected modesty that seizes a man’s body when confronted by woman’s unrelenting gaze.
Flowers are archetypal symbols of purity and sensuality, youth and inevitable decay, and as such
they fall under the broader theme of vanitas. Lydia’s watercolor series of flowers may echo the
work of Georgia O’ Keefe (1887-1986), the avant-garde American painter whose single flower closeups
interpreted as alluding to the vulva scandalized the public in the 1920s. Not simple displays of
virtuosity, Lydia’s flowers are subject to multiple interpretations.
The night was first extolled by the poets, from Aeschylus and Euripides (Electra 54, ὦ νὺξ μέλαινα,
χρυσέων ἄστρων τροφέ - oh, black night, you who nurse the golden stars) to Novalis and Andreas Embirikos
(“Many times at night.”) Composers such as Mozart, Chopin, Schumann and Debussy dedicated their most
passionate compositions, the nocturnes, to the night. Nightscape painting was taken on by many artists
including such towering figures as Giotto, James Abbott McNeill Whistler, Vincent van Gogh, René Magritte,
Giorgio de Chirico and Edward Hopper. Black, the queen of colors, discourages even the daring.
The allure of genuine artistic expression, whether in literature or the fine arts, is not solely
based on words or actions but also on the free associations triggered by them. Thus in Nightscape
(1987, oil on canvas) for example, which in my opinion constitutes the pinnacle of Lydia Gravanis’s
nightscape painting, she managed somehow to remind me of the magnificent visual and aural image of
the Mt. Aetna volcano immortalized by Pindar in Pythian 1 [21]: “From Mt. Aetna’s inmost caves belch
forth the purest streams of unapproachable fire. In the daytime her rivers roll out a fiery flood of
smoke, while in the darkness of night the crimson flame hurls rocks down to the deep plain of the
sea with a crashing roar. That monster shoots up the most terrible jets of fire; it is a marvelous
wonder to see…”
Lydia Gravanis passed unexpectedly at the height of her creative powers leaving her relatives and
friends in tears. However, she left future generations a body of work, which time, this infallible arbiter,
and contemplative sensitivity will increasingly appreciate its value. This work reveals that the artist
joined the ranks of the third wave of militant feminism that rejected the sexual, social and political
enfranchisement of women. One of her works, a diptych composition with four women (1983, oil on canvas)
bears the ironic title The Female Issue. Lydia fought for women’s social
emancipation and emotional liberation, yet she treasured femininity as a precious gift that keeps
women bound to earthly matters and reconciles them with pain, while allowing them to passionately and
unreservedly fall in love. A female nude of hers (an acrylic from 1985) entitled
The Origin of Memory and obviously referring to
Gustave Courbet’s L’ Origine du Monde (1866)
is not an extreme example of the objectification of women but a lyrical ode to that body part which is
both ‘respected and feared’ (ἀιδοῖόν τε δεινόν τε) to paraphrase the verse spoken by Helen of Troy in
Teichoscopia (Iliad, ΙΙΙ, 172 αἰδοῖός τε μοί ἐσσι φίλε ἑκυρὲ, δεινός τέ.)
M. Z. Kopidakis
Professor Emeritus of Classics