Hail Mary: the Art of Dunstan St. Omer

St Lucian painter Dunstan St Omer dedicates all his work to the Virgin Mary. Caroline Popovic went to meet him

  • Dunstan St. Omer: self portrait. Photograph by Bruce Paddington
  • Dunstan St. Omer’s painting of village dancers from the Roseau altarpiece. Photograph by Nancy Atkinson
  • St. Martin de Torres, the first black saint, in Castries Cathedral. Photograph by Nancy Atkinson
  • Dunstan St. Omer’s mural, Roseau Church. Photograph by Nancy Atkinson
  • St. Lucian artist Dunstan St. Omer. Photograph by Chris Huxley
  • Nobel prize-winner Derek Walcott celebrated his friendship with Dunstan St Omer in his poetry. Photograph by Bruce Paddington
  • The Cathedral of Immaculate Conception St Lucia. Photograph by Chris Huxley
  • St Omer in The Cathedral of Immaculate Conception St Lucia. Photograph by Chris Huxley
  • Madonna. Photograph by Nancy Atkinson
  • St. Omer in his studio at the Ministry of Culture in Castries. Photograph Chris Huxley
  • St. Omer's mural in the church of St Francois, Martinique (detail and full view). Photograph by Caroline Popovic
  • St Omer's mural in the church of St. Francois, Martinique (detail and full view). Photograph by Caroline Popovic

Dunstan St Omer loves women. Remarkably for a West Indian male, his interest is entirely chaste. His favourite is the Virgin Mary. As an artist, he has paid homage to her in countless different paintings, where she always appears cradling her son, Jesus.

Madonnas are his forte. His best have been eagerly pounced on by private collectors from all over the world. One of the most impressive is his Banana Madonna, where the figures of Mary and Jesus are created from banana leaves: the whole painting is done in white and shades of blue.

St Omer is almost certainly the most prolific religious artist in the region. He is intrigued by amor matris – the protective love of a mother for her children. He believes it makes women naturally superior to men. “From the beginning of time, women have controlled the world,” he says. “Everything starts from the mother. Man is just a big brute, made to protect her while she is making her children. That is all.”

Before he paints, St Omer prays: “You know that of myself I can accomplish nothing, but with Your Grace I can accomplish everything.” Once a work is complete, it is dedicated to Mary, whether she is the subject or not. Before every signature on his canvases are the letters PLSV – Pour La Sainte Vierge.

Like many before him, St Omer feels that modern images of Jesus lack warmth. “The Christ they teach is not one of love, it’s more a magistrate. People gravitate toward Mary because she is the embodiment of love.”

That close connection between art, religion and life has led St Omer’s painting in unusual directions. He has painted several altarpieces for the Catholic churches of his native St Lucia: his favourite is the altarpiece of the Jacmel church near Marigot Bay, which he calls his “magic church”. And they are altar-pieces with a difference.

“One of the most important breakthroughs I made was that if Christ cannot be black, he is no use to us. A white Christ was always used to dominate blacks, and in Jacmel, I painted my first black Christ.” When the parish priest complained about what the artist was doing, the bishop, “an enlightened white man”, told him to “leave St Omer alone.”

At Jacmel, St Omer painted many well-known local personalities and village figures into the work, giving it a sense of immediacy and realness that is still exciting; islanders seeing the piece for the first time invariably know most of the people in it.

This is a field in which St Omer has wrought a quiet and gentle revolution. As a youngster in St Lucia, he was influenced by the top artist of the day, Harry Simmons. “What he taught us was to paint our own experience. Up until then, the art I had known was European. Harry took the St Lucian peasant and made him a hero. He put such beautiful ideas in our heads, there was no turning back.”

There was no tradition of Caribbean religious art to draw on: the tradition was European. Jesus, Mary and the saints had European features; there was nothing remotely resembling Caribbean faces or tones. For St Omer, as for so many other Caribbean artists of his generation, the challenge was to reinterpret and reinvent tradition to take account of Caribbean reality. After a long process of internal questioning and dialogue, he saw how this could be done; it was a sort of personal liberation.

His first opportunity to test his new approach came when he was asked to paint the wall behind the altar of the Jacmel church. He stared at the blank space; the frustrations and revelations of many years seemed to come into focus. He picked up his brush and began what was to become one of his major works.

The new mural was unveiled on Easter morning. Dunstan sat at the side of the church, nervously watching reactions. On the wall was the Holy Family, depicted as black, surrounded by the circle of life, which expanded to include members of the community: a chanteur, dancers, a chak-chak band, an Amerindian woman and child, a banana worker, the artist himself. Rays of light shone from a small loaf of bread held by the Christ child, reaching all the villagers portrayed in the painting. To the people watching, it suddenly seemed as if the church belonged to them.

St Omer’s most substantial work is in the Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception in Castries, St Lucia’s capital. This was not just an altarpiece: he was asked to renovate the entire Cathedral. The British Broadcasting Corporation scheduled a film crew for what someone called the “greatest commission since Michelangelo”. It was a challenge that suited the artist to perfection. But the project collapsed from a lack of funds.

That was in the late 1970s. Then, a mere three months before Pope John Paul II’s visit to St Lucia in 1985, the dilapidation of the cathedral shamed the authorities into reviving the scheme; an eleventh-hour decision was made to “give it to St Omer.” The artist (helped by his children) transformed the interior of the big church in just eleven weeks.

“I placed the first black icons on the walls with the European saints painted on the ceiling by a French artist in 1904,” he recalls again, that insistence on placing Caribbean realities at the centre of an inherited tradition of religious art. He depicted people with whom St Lucians could identify: the sisters of St Joseph of Cluny, for their work in education; St Martin de Porres, the first black saint; the martyrs of Uganda. The first thing the Pope noticed in the cathedral was St Omer’s paintings; since then, thousands of visitors have been to the cathedral just to see his work.

Two years later he was recommended to the parish of François in Martinique. The town’s old church had been destroyed by fire, and the new building was unadorned. He took three months to complete what he calls his “greatest prismatic work” (the reference is to the style he developed with Nobel laureate Derek Walcott when they studied cubism together in the 1950s). Its immensity suits the modern design of the building perfectly. St Omer portrayed the Life of Christ, from birth to crucifixion: the last scene depicts Armageddon.

Despite his intense religious feeling, St Omer gives no suggestion of cloistered piety. A tall, solidly built man with startling green eyes and a St Lucian accent underlaid with English tones – a relic of his school days – he has an immense laugh, almost a shout, and an easy flowing sense of humour.

He works for the St Lucian government as Curriculum Officer for Art in the Ministry of Education and Culture. His office, a small ill-lit concrete cubicle stacked with finished, half-finished and abandoned canvases, is on the ground floor of an old government building opposite the Castries courthouse and Registry.

Its location makes the office a target for every city vagrant. During the week, they take turns knocking at the door to ask “what de mister have for me today?” St Omer knows all of them by name and can even tell who is at the door from a footfall or a knuckle rap on the glass pane of the door. He keeps a ready store of dollar coins so that no-one goes away empty-handed.

His unforced charity seems entirely natural to the man, hut it may also point back to a difficult childhood. When St Omer was born in St Lucia in 1927, the island was a poor British colony. Every mother sewed the family’s clothes, and children made their own toys. “We were always very proud, never bitter about the situation. I can never understand why we weren’t bitter.”

He was raised in a Catholic household. His father, a customs officer, made great sacrifices to send him to St Mary’s College, the finest secondary school on the island. “There was one island scholarship every two years, and you could only dream about going to university,” he remembers.

At school he was “the boy who could draw.” His first painting was a reproduction of Rubens’ Rape of Europa, copied from a book. “I thought the paints were naturally glossy because of the paper the book was printed on. It was not until I bought a book on Van Gogh and I saw the brush strokes that I realised their importance.”

At St Mary’s he met fellow St Lucian Derek Walcott (whose poetry and plays were to win him the 1992 Nobel Prize for Literature) and the two soon became close friends, both influenced by Simmons. Walcott also happened to be a talented watercolour painter. They worked together and developed a strong professional bond, as some of Walcott’s poetry would later acknowledge: St Omer features as Gregorias, the black Greek “animated by his own fire” in Walcott’s long autobiographical poem Another Life.

In his late teens he went to Curaçao to work in an oil refinery. Here he bought his first box of oilpaints and met a local artist named Pandellis who invited him to work in his studio on weekends. He returned to St Lucia in 1950 and dedicated himself to a life of art, the most precarious career he could possibly choose. He felt that he had no choice. “Art chose me, he says, adding that it was God’s will that he paint.

Later that year, he and Walcott staged their first joint exhibition. “It was obvious from the reviews that Derek was the writer and I was the painter. But one of the middle class people could not accept me, a little black boy, as a painter, and dispensed with me by saying I was nothing next to Derek.”

St Omer married young and fathered nine children. To make ends meet he painted at night and sold his work by day. His children often sat up to watch, and would raid his paints and paper when he was away. “I have had to sell a good painting for 10 or 20 dollars to make a living. If my work did not sell, I would not eat.”

Money was invariably short, and at one point, St Omer, close to despair, turned to alcohol to ease his misery. “It was a most traumatic period. I was a young man trying to be an artist, a Roman Catholic, married, with lots of children to raise properly in a community that could not support an artist. It was absolutely impossible.” One of his children came home from school one day and said that friends were calling him a drunk. He stopped drinking immediately and reaffirmed his devotion to God. He does not touch liquor today.

In spite of the hardships in St Lucia, St Omer refused to look for better fortunes elsewhere. He left the island just once, aged 30, for a year of study in Puerto Rico; this boosted his self-confidence, and

he completed his largest mural, at the International Centre for Students. He had already done several commissions at home, and in Puerto Rico often found himself teaching classes.

Since then, apart from the church in Martinique (the closest he ever came to fulfilling his dream of working in France), and a one-man show at the Pointe-à-Pierre Club in Trinidad in 1955, he has not been outside St Lucia for any length of time. “Every time go away, I am uncomfortable. I don’t want to go and beg in another man’s country.”

His lack of formal training and international exposure does not worry him. For him, art must be public, accessible; it must speak to ordinary people. Being mainly self-taught becomes a real advantage. “You do art for people to see, it is pure communication. If you have to take a course to understand the work, it is fake. And I would hate anyone to detect primitivism in my work. There is nothing more modern than my Madonnas.”

Recently he has been doing St Lucian landscapes, using nothing but a palette knife to create bold, impressionist strokes. Several canvases have been bought by Project Helen, a St Lucia National Trust programme to establish an art collection by local painters. Before starting, St Omer walked miles of the island’s coastline in search of the images he wanted.

New work is also plastered along a quarter mile of sea wall in the village of Anse La Raye, a collaborative effort between St Omer and his sons and part of the village’s beautification project.

St Omer never taught his children to paint: he says that he wanted to spare them his suffering. “I was not going to encourage any child of mine to become an artist.” But each of his four sons has become a painter. It seemed to them that their father was paving the way for them.

Dunstan St Omer has come a long way from the hurt and sensitive child fighting to liberate himself from the place society deemed he should occupy. The “little black boy with no connections” has come into his own. “Thank God,” he says. “Today, I love Dunstan.”

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