Judy Cassab

          

                                                                 

One of my big interests is paintings. There is a longish family history attached to it. My mother was a frustrated as she did not feel fulfilled as artist. She was good at drawing and had a keen sense of colour. I think I took the interest in painting with some of her genes. Frankly, I do not fully subscribe to  the theory of genes as a strong determinant of the way we are. I accept that there might be some influence but they are not hard coded in us. Inherited genes can be overridden given special attention. This is my belief. I was always interested in drawing and painting. My mother, however, liked to take over my art homework and produced work which always impressed my teachers. I find is surprising that this treatment has not damaged my independence. However, if I was to dig a little deeper into my psyche, interesting things may came up related to my mother taking over my creative tries. I was growing up believing that my job is to admire paintings of others without trying painting myself. Do I have regrets? Maybe some, but not too strong. I am directing my creativity to writing, this keeps me happy.

One of things I really love doing for fun is going to Art Galleries of the world. Especially, important ones. My favourite gallery is Mauritshuis in The Hague and my favourite painter Vermeer, favourite painting View of Delft. Having written that, I realised that I do not have really a favourite paining, there are many of them. Many others of Vermeer’s as well. And I like portraits best. I guess my interest in psychology comes out to play. So why I selected the View of Delft? Not sure. It is a beautiful painting.

                                       

I was going to write about Judy Cassab not about myself, so ad rem.

Recently I bought Judy Cassab’s diaries from the period from April 1944  to September 1993. Judy is now 93 and I am sorry that she stopped writing so soon. Or maybe she continued her diaries only I do not know about it yet?

Judy Cassab was born in 1920, a Hungarian Jew. She came to Australia in 1951 escaping from painful memories of the war and extermination of her closest family. She was then, already an accomplished painter with special talent and interest in portraits. In a very short time she became famous in Australia and other parts of the world like England, paining portraits of rich and famous, royalty of the world in many aspects of the word. Her paintings are not only portraits. There are also  abstract painting of truly Australian landscapes. I am yet to get to know this part of her art.

Looking at the portraits of Frank Packer and the self portrait, I hope you agree with me she is a great painter.

                   

She is also a wise woman, reading her diary is not only art educational. I have clarified few life questions for myself reading the book. I respond to her sense of humour and I am learning about Australian painters, painting politics, , I am now reading about 1990 times and I will miss my mornings with Judy Cassab’s memories when I finish the book.

In a couple of weeks I will go to see her exhibition in The National Portrait Gallery in Canberra. Really, really looking forward to it. I will write more about her (and myself) after I come back from the trip.