At the age of 33, our Romantic
artist par excellence suddenly died
from a fall off of a horse, leaving his friend Eugène Delacroix to take up the
Romantic Movement after he died, even though not everyone liked him. His famous painting of Liberty Leading the
People has, even through to today, come to define the Romantic vision of the French
Revolution of 1830 (not to be confused with the 1789 Revolution). This is so much more than a political
painting. A magnificent homage to the
overthrow of Charles X, this painting is nothing if not Romantic.
A pile of bloodied corpses lays
across the ground on the bottom half of the painting, the beaten bodies of
military officials on the right and, on the left, one sacred cadaver stretched
out in the sunlight with his pure, white garment and the naked flesh of his
humanity both being blessed from heaven above with the lighted splendor of the
sun shining down upon his ended life and the cause for which it was given: the
glory of death. One among the pile leans
weakly forward and looks up at the spectacle which immediately bursts out of
the canvas. A woman, clothed in
majestic, golden, flowing robes and with the full light of radiant truth behind
her, stands tall (the tallest in the scene) over the sprawling death underneath
her, the slain gendarmes and the one, nobly sacrificed martyr who fought for
the right side. She is Liberty, and she
carries a musket rifle in her left hand, as well as holds up a splendid French
flag in her right. Beside her is a poor
boy, of all warriors, with patches sewn on to his pants and a poor man's cap,
fighting wildly with two pistols, one in each hand. He even has his mouth open, no doubt shouting
fierce war cries to further express his courage and determination in the face
of battle. Recognizing him as not much more than a child,
we instantly fall sympathetic to his cause because of the youthful innocence
and purity of his age—and how much more are we to join him since he is so
passionate! On the other side, a wealthy
man, too, fights for the same cause as the poor boy. This is the aristocrat in the top hat,
pointing his rifle forward to show the enemy no mercy—his image bears striking
resemblance to that of Delacroix himself and may in fact serve the role as a
cameo self-portrait. Behind him, another
man of the lower-class with a holstered pistol and a drawn scimitar charges
forward; behind him: the entire mob of French peasants, farmers, landowners,
rebels, and revolutionaries, all with drawn weapons and banners proudly
displaying La Tricolore. Way far back in the distance behind these, we
can see the cathedral of Notre Dame being overtaken, with French flags raised
along its towers and buttresses. Even
above, notice the three colors with which the artist paints the very sky above:
I see bleu, blanc, et rouge. Leading all of this—the boy, the rich man,
the entire French mob, and the overthrow of the whole city of Paris (and, in
turn, the entire French nation)—is Liberty, equally as beautiful as she is
fearsome and mighty. She walks barefoot
over the strewn corpses like the Messiah, Christ, who stepped barefoot over the
Sea of Galilee to save His drowning disciple, Peter. We see a stunning profile image of her face
as she glances back to her loyal followers and ushers them, with the flag of
their own beloved country, forward. The
crimson sash across her waist is symbolic of the loss of life which the fight
for their cause will entail—revolutions are bloody affairs; but for what cause
and what more noble emblem would you not risk all for the victory? And the cause is: Democracy. To overthrow the absolute monarch and
institute a democratic government alike to that of the Ancient Greeks—that
would be freedom, or liberty, indeed.
Liberty herself invokes reference to Ancient Greece in the sculpturesque
uncovering of her chest, very much similar to the Nike of Samothrace, whose
breasts project outward in a heaving inhale of graceful might and
vitality. But in Delacroix's painting,
Liberty's bosom is bared to display her honest-natured, maternal humanity. She is pictured not just as the leader of her
people, but as their mother, who will ever more fiercely watch out for her own:
Liberty will guide her followers safely and supply them with all the strength
they need. And all of this is just a
brief overview of this iconic painting.
Propaganda—perhaps, yes; romanticized propaganda—yeah, it is. Nevertheless, what a painting!
I said Romanticism was unconcerned
with political propaganda, having adopted their larger focus onto human
elements of pathos and
emotionalism. While a painting like
Liberty Leading the People deals itself heavily in a political subject (a
revolution), its more everlasting and more quintessentially Romantic overtones
do rest with a very honest and emotional look at people. Its propaganda elements are only ankle-deep,
for anyone, loyalist or revolutionary, French or British, can look at this work
and receive an emotional reaction from it.
The little boy and Liberty's bared breasts are symbolic of these
characters' humanness, their childhood or motherhood, etc. These symbolic images are commonly understood
by all humanity, and in that sense the work is not merely a painting of a
single historical event or a contextualized political philosophy. This is a painting of humanity, of people
rather than politics and revolutionaries rather than revolutions. Hypothetically speaking, even if I'm opposed
to the French Revolution of 1830, I can still look at this painting and
identify with the human spirit depicted herein: the heart of the individual to
fight for his cause and the heart of the united masses to stand up against
tyranny and oppression in general. It's
universal because the human spirit is universal. That is the Romantic ideology of it, at
least.