Completely unknown Dutch painter left huge legacy to his wife

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Source: What do you do when your husband dies and leaves you hundreds of unseen masterpieces? - DutchNews.nl

What do you do when your husband dies and leaves you hundreds of unseen masterpieces?

March 25, 2021 - By Deborah Nicholls-Lee

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Ancient civilization and modern invention come together in Willem Barbieri’s ‘Stazione Venus de Milo’
Photo: Pauline Barbieri


When Willem Barbieri died in 2019, he left his wife with an unusual legacy: over 1000 extraordinary paintings, collages and sketches, created during their life together.

Poet Pauline Barbieri (78) has spent most of lock down trying to catalogue and photograph the immense body of surrealist-inspired artwork left behind by her late husband Willem (1948-2019) which fills the UK home they once shared. ‘You couldn’t get into bed for the pictures,’ she says. ‘When one painting was finished, he just got up and started a new canvas.’

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‘View of Amsterdam from the red light district’ - Photo: Pauline Barbieri


Hidden talent

But though the house heaved under the weight of his drawings, sketchbooks, models and paintings, Willem, originally from Rotterdam, kept his extraordinary talent hidden. Even family, who rarely visited the shy artist and his wife, had no idea he had this huge cache of art. ‘My work is to paint, not to show,’ he told Pauline, refusing to exhibit his paintings or take any money for them.

Inspired by Dali, Escher, Bosch, and Bruegel – as well as fellow Rotterdammer Johfra Bosschart – many of Willem’s works combine dream-like visions with a fascination for energy, mechanics and movement. Others feature fantastic re-imaginings of the Netherlands − the ships, fairground and shops of the Delfshaven in West-Rotterdam, for example, his home for the first half of his life.

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‘Delfshaven’, one of many paintings inspired by the West-Rotterdam district Willem grew up in
- Photo: Pauline Barbieri


Back then, Pauline was busy with her career, the house, and her own poetry and painting, and so found it hard to keep up with all his creations, something she regrets. Now she is busy analyzing the pictures and finding names for the many untitled works.

‘I now see how complex these paintings are that don’t even look complex,’ she says. In ‘Delfshaven’, for example, she thinks she recognizes his school and the church by the Lage Erfbrug, while the broken buildings may represent the bomb damage from the war.

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Pauline is rediscovering how detailed each painting is - Photo: Pauline Barbieri

Work

Though art was his greatest joy, Willem disliked the restriction that came with commercializing it. He lasted just one week in the graphics department at Unilever, refusing to design a sunflower motif for a margarine tub. ‘If I have to paint sunflowers, I’d rather go home and paint my own!’, he told them, and never went back.

Instead, says Pauline, he sought the camaraderie of manual work, ‘down with the workers like Bruegel’ − laboring in Rotterdam’s dockyards and factories, scraping barnacles off ships’ hulls or picking onions on the night shift − whatever would put money in his hands at the end of the week.

A move to England − when Pauline, originally from Liverpool, became homesick − only intensified Willem’s productivity. A nonconformist, the Dutch-Italian artist felt at ease in what he saw as ‘a land of eccentrics’, and relished the privacy of their East Sussex home. Compared with their life in the Netherlands, says Pauline, ‘you didn’t have to think about what the neighbors thought too much’.

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‘Steal, don’t borrow’. Willem loved to do studies of Dutch masters and was fascinated by machines - Photo: Pauline Barbieri


Legacy

But as Willem’s creativity flourished, Pauline was secretly suffocating under the volume of work which choked their Victorian terraced house, and the heavy smell of oil, turpentine and linseed which clung to the air. ‘Living with the work was so intense,’ she says. Eventually, a small flat was bought, walking-distance from the main house, and a sanctuary from its mayhem.

As the pair entered old age, conversations about what to do with Willem’s ‘oeuvre’, were short and unsentimental and based on who ‘kicked the bucket’ first. ‘They’re not mine, they’re yours,’ Willem told Pauline − and if Pauline died first, he said he’d ‘just torch the lot’. But she outlived him, and with no children to pass them onto, now faces a dilemma.

A conversation with Willem’s beloved Boijmans van Beuningen museum, in the hope of repatriating the works to Rotterdam, has so far led to nothing concrete; and since Willem had been known to give his paintings away to anyone who saw and liked them, selling them feels untrue to his memory. For Pauline, the value of the collection lies, above all, in demonstrating ‘what a hard creative life can produce’ and ‘letting people see how somebody spent a whole life just dedicated to expressing what they saw and thought and felt each day’.

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Pauline and Willem in 1970 - Photo: Pauline Barbieri

Memories

‘Most widows look at family albums,’ she says, but in her grief, Willem’s works have become an unexpected way of rediscovering their story together. ‘I now see how he saw our life,’ says Pauline, who has spent hour upon hour decoding this cryptic diary expressed through art. She was moved, for example, to see her younger self −with cropped hair and large Grey-blue eyes − painted into so many works. ‘I see how much he must have admired me, which goes a long way to compensate for his loss,’ she says.

Having moved to a small flat to get space away from the work, Pauline has found herself dragging the works across town to decorate her blank walls once again. Surrounding herself by the paintings has helped her cope with the solitude of the pandemic and reconstruct memories of her husband. She says: ‘I thought [to myself], how could you not live with these? They gave me such strength.’
 
Couple of years ago I watched documentary in which art journalist was visiting interesting painters who were virtually unknown to wider public in places like Russia, USA, and elsewhere. I remember there was one painter, I think it was in Saint Petersburg who declined meeting this journalist, excusing himself saying that he goes out every single day to his local park where he paints the same view of landscape for 15 years without missing a day, and every day capturing in his fresh painting the mood of day. Journalist was so astonished to hear that someone would dedicate 15 years to a single project and he would later obtain small sample of his work for exhibition. There was another one from New York painting only UFOs and it was quite hilarious to see him speaking about it.
 
Thanks for sharing this story, Mikkael. :cool2:

The article caught my eye because our family had a similar situation at hand about ten years ago when my father died. He had a clear talent for painting from very early on but wasn't allowed to pursue his vocation as my granddad refused to give him permission or finance his education. In stead, he was forced to help in the business my grandfather had just started at that time.

After a very successful business career (which he kind of loathed rather vigorously), my father decided to retire as early as possible and he then took up painting as an amateur painter. He was a naturalist with a knack for still-life. In about thirty years he finished around ninety plus paintings, most of them with fairly huge dimensions to boot. Five of them are hanging in my apartment, while most of the others have been distributed among family and friends who showed interest in having one, or more. To help them choose we had a number of catalogs made with photographs of every painting extant, one of which I own also. That way, I can retain an overview of his complete output.

Understandably, the legacy element of the above story had a special appeal to me. ;-)
 
What a wonderful story...thank you Palinurus for posting! Boy, that photograph of them both, almost brings a tear to my eye...I think he adored her, I think she adored him...beautiful!

My father died 3 years ago, and in his retirement took up painting. He loved it, he was very prolific, but again my mother had a hard time trying to sort through his paintings. Many have been ruined because of bad storage and she refers to sorting through it all as a 'nightmare', which I find very sad...I think she has her own issues.

A few years back a friend of a friend asked me if I would like to have all of her recently deceased fathers paintings, maybe to reuse the canvas or frames, so I said yes. I would never had painted over them, but I did take the frames and eventually had to dispose of the artwork...I gave them to the shop section of our local recycling centre and felt very bad for a good long while afterwards, although I never knew the man! Cast off, lost forever, not meaningful anymore....journeys and lessons that have no purpose for anyone else...or so it seems to some, except Pauline...for her it must be like a visual diary of their life.
 
What a wonderful story. Thank you for posting Palinurus and bringing this to our attention. His work appears amazing but the colours are particularly attractive to me, especially the pastel shades of the houses in the second image.

It is astonishing that such a talented man is truly humble regarding his creations. My artworks are my babies and I could no sooner destroy them than myself. It is almost like you are giving them life once they are created and they have their place in the world. He seemed to be of the opinion that the importance of them was in the act of creating and once this was accomplished, perhaps they no longer had the same importance in his mind. I am just surmising here.

What a task for his wife to ensure that the legacy survives.
 
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