#54 Victor and Maite

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Depending on how you look at it, the story of Victor and Maite is either a love story for the ages or not a love story at all.

Since first meeting Victor, I've been trying to decide which it is.

When she gets into a room, it's like the sun enters, you know, everything is nice and warm.

Victor is a painter living in New York, and he's describing Maite,

the woman who first stole his heart 35 years ago.

The truth is, every time I see her,

it's the most beautiful that I have seen her in my life.

Victor paints huge, spectacular canvases.

There are common motifs like rotary phones, skulls, butterflies.

But the thing that nearly every painting has in common, the thing Victor can't stop painting, is Maite.

They first met at a party back home in Mexico 35 years ago.

Maite was 18 and Victor was 19.

All these years later, and no detail has been forgotten.

She was wearing a white lace suit, which was from her mother's, like a 70s thing from her mother.

How can you forget that?

Victor, shy by nature, said nothing to Maite at the party.

But a couple months later, he ran into her at the university they both attended.

And I asked her if she could model.

And she said yes.

And that's how everything started.

He almost did not even talk that day.

This is Maite.

He just said, please sit here.

And then he started painting.

The whole studio smelled of paint, of oil.

I was so nervous that I could barely think.

My hands were shaking, and

I brought a book.

I think it was Crime and Punishment.

And I was pretending that I was reading, but

I could not focus on the reading at all.

Victor already knew he was going to be an artist and had even begun to show his work in galleries.

His drive made him seem older than his 19 years.

I was still, I felt that I was in the head and the body of a child.

And here's this guy who was

enormous,

enormous in what he was and believed and knew.

I barely knew anything.

Sitting there, holding still, pretending to read Dostoevsky, Maite was falling in love.

After several hours, Victor stopped painting.

He thanked Maite, told her she could go.

But before she left, he showed her the canvas he'd been working on.

As Maite recalls, it was almost blank.

And I was surprised that there was not much on it, except for

traces or something, but not as I had imagined.

I was too overwhelmed that this completely out-of-my league, beautiful, popular girl

came.

I couldn't do anything.

I just It's just like...

But

in the days after, I made from memory 35 paintings.

After that first meeting, the two started dating.

A couple years later, they married and moved to New York, where they had a daughter.

Victor found success in New York.

He was discovered by a famous art dealer and began showing in Europe, South America, and Asia.

He sold enough paintings to support his family.

But as time went on, his relationship with Maite began to deteriorate.

My nature is very depressive and more introspective and isolated.

So I never want to do anything, never want to go to a picnic or hang with friends or go to roller skate in Central Park, that kind of thing.

I couldn't.

And she was the opposite, you know, she was like, let's do everything, let's go out.

He was not very fond of me going out with friends, but he didn't want to go out with friends either.

And that, you know, that was like a pain in the ass.

And I think maybe he was always possessive.

It's just that as we were growing older,

it felt more intense.

Everyone falls in love with her, men and women, everyone.

It's impossible not to.

She's that kind of person.

And I mean, I dealt with that for 11 years.

Then I had to

divorce.

In 2003, Victor and Maite mutually decided that it was in their best interests to go their separate ways.

But here's the thing.

Even now, 20 years after their divorce, Maite is still the face of his work.

The hands, the neck, the lips.

Scrolling through his portfolio, it's image after image of Maite.

Maite reading, Maite drinking, Maite talking on the phone.

How many paintings would you say you have of her?

I'd made more than 4,000, probably.

Was there ever a point after you guys had broken up where you made an effort to stop painting her?

Yes, of course.

When I've had girlfriends, the question always comes,

are you planning to paint her forever?

You know?

And my answer is, if you have a better idea.

Give me a better idea and I might change it.

That's my answer.

And that's the only answer Victor offers, which makes me feel like a kid who won't stop asking, but why?

But

why?

Why his ex-wife?

Why Maite?

I don't really know, but I've done experiments.

I've had other models, professional models I hire,

and

the result is not the same

because when I am working on those,

I am working on everything that it's not

her.

I am just describing what it's not.

Is Maite your first love?

I don't know.

I had other girlfriends, you know, that I thought that I loved, et cetera, but not like this, no.

So the answer might be yes.

Is she your only love?

Or have you found love since?

I fell in love since, but...

Something

died.

I don't want to be, you know, dramatic, but it's the innocence.

I don't think it can be replicated.

Victor broke up with Maite as a husband, and yet he can't break up with her as an artist.

But can the two things be separated?

To me, it seems impossible.

But on this point, Victor is clear.

He is an artist pursuing his inspiration, not a man pursuing a woman.

No, no, no,

I'm not trying to conquer her heart and to make her think that I love her.

No,

absolutely nothing at all.

So

for you, it's not pining.

No.

In my Latin American markets, this is like a full-on telenovela where I have...

old ladies come to me crying, telling me that I will get her in the end.

And

everyone sees the art and uses it as a mirror to tell themselves a story.

I've been telling myself the very same story: that boy wins girl, boy loses girl, and boy wins girl back by making thousands of paintings.

Am I no different than the old ladies of the Latin American markets?

Or do I see something about Victor that he himself does not?

Eventually, Maite got remarried, started a new family, and Victor kept his distance, respecting the fact that Maite had moved on.

He continued to paint her, though, using old photographs as a reference.

But then, Maite got divorced.

And I asked her, can I take some pictures?

And she said, yes.

Which is how Victor and Maite came up with an unusual arrangement, one that I've been trying to understand.

One day each year, Maite goes to Victor's studio just like she did when they were teenagers.

And for this one day, she gives herself over to his art.

She dons the costumes he chooses and holds the props he hands her.

She sits still as he paints her face with makeup and allows herself to be posed in the exact ways Victor wishes.

After a couple of hours, he pays her as he would any model.

Then, Maite leaves and Victor spends the rest of the year painting her image.

In the Greek myth of Persephone, Persephone marries Hades, but is unhappy living in the underworld.

So Hades agrees to release her to the world above if she promises to return to him once a year.

Over time, however, Persephone falls in love with Hades.

I can't help wondering if Victor carries a shred of Hades' hope in his heart, too.

I want to read to you something that he said

here

in talking about you.

I think the physical is not even her most attractive quality.

I mean, of course, she's super beautiful, but her personality is incredible, like a nuclear bomb of charisma.

When she gets into a room, it's like the sun enters.

Everything is nice and warm.

No.

That's, I mean, that's very nice.

I don't really know what to say.

I mean, I

worry about him.

I worry about how, you know, his state of mind or heart.

And

I want him to be fine and happy and find joy.

What do you think?

How do you see this?

I'm not sure how I see this.

Maite doesn't think Victor is in love with her, but enough people have asked her to raise some doubts.

It is not easy to differentiate where enjoyment ends, curator Gonzalo Ortega writes of Victor's work.

and where an obsessive fixation begins.

It's this kind of thing.

It's people like me.

Then make make Maite question herself.

Do you think that I'm.

If you say, I mean, if someone says to me, this looks like you're hurting him,

then I would do things differently.

Having talked to Victor about it at length, I don't think Maite is hurting him.

But seen from the outside, the arrangement is unconventional.

If I try to give it too much thought,

I could go crazy a little bit.

Yeah, yeah.

So

when I have doubts, it's important to know what Michaela thinks.

And I feel that she can be my compass.

I think it really was, for me, normal that my dad painted my mom.

This is Victor and Maite's daughter, Michaela.

She's 25, but was just five years old when her parents divorced.

I do remember one moment in high school, a friend of mine asked me, oh, your dad still paints your mom.

And I said, yeah, he does.

Yeah.

And my friend said, well, he's still in love with her then, right?

He must still be in love with her.

And I guess I did pause.

I didn't really know what to say.

And I think there was a moment of, is he?

Could he be?

Maybe I should ask him.

And so I did.

I asked him.

And what did he say?

He said no.

Like any kid, Michaela likes to see her parents getting along.

So when her mom asks her if she's okay with her modeling, she's always said yes.

But, like me, Michaela still has questions.

I'd be curious to learn more about my mom.

What's going on through her mind, what she feels when she's doing it.

Talking to Maite, I got the impression that she might agree to help Victor out of a sense of responsibility or even worry.

But is that enough to keep someone returning to their ex-husband over and over, year after year?

Now, along with my question about why Victor continues to paint Maite and only Maite,

I have a new one.

Why does Maite model?

Have you ever stopped to imagine what it would be like to be on the receiving end of such attention?

Like what it's like for her?

Yes, I have thought how it must feel for her.

And I have told her, the date that you want me to do these things, I'll stop.

And she hasn't, she hasn't so far.

No.

Why do you think she comes to your studio?

I, Jonathan, I truly have no idea.

Hmm.

I wonder.

In a few weeks, Victor and Maite are planning their annual photo shoot in Victor's studio.

Perhaps the only way to truly understand why Persephone returns to Hades is to follow her down to the underworld and see firsthand.

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Victor.

Oh, hello.

Hi.

Thank you for calling me.

Wow, what a place.

On a warm Friday in May, I arrive at Victor's studio, a loft space with high ceilings and a concrete floor.

Victor is dressed in black, black leather leggings, black boots, and thick black glasses.

There are paintings and photos of Maite everywhere.

On one shelf, I notice a photo of two feet raised on tiptoes.

Is that Maite's feet?

Yeah.

They're coming.

You can hear her voice.

Yeah, no.

You can hear the footsteps, okay.

Can you distinguish her footsteps from other footsteps?

Oh, man, you're.

As Maite's steps grow louder, Victor turns to me suddenly.

Maite arrives in a t-shirt, knee-length black skirt, and cowboy boots.

She's objectively striking.

She and Victor both are.

It's the first time I've ever been with them together, and it's like they go together, like Jack and Meg White, or Ant-Man and the Wasp.

I watch them as they watch each other, but of course I cannot see what Victor is seeing, and I cannot feel what either of them is feeling.

During the photo shoot, Victor poses Maite beside a Greco bust.

He poses her against a stack of books.

He poses her talking into an old-fashioned rotary telephone and with a handful of rubber super balls.

He poses her lying atop a keyboard that he bought especially for the shoot.

He poses her looking soulfully into the eyes of a cookie monster hand puppet.

I should have bought some cookies.

In spite of the surreal edge to the props, the shoot is surprisingly casual and relaxed.

It has the mood of two old friends out for coffee.

Sometimes, Victor gives Maite direction.

But mostly, he doesn't say anything.

She's a natural, as you can see, and it's incredible.

I don't do anything.

Up until now, Maite has been reserved.

From the moment we met, her body language betrayed someone who doesn't like attention.

Yet, as soon as the camera starts clicking, something happens.

She comes alive.

At one point, Victor compares Maite to Audrey Hepburn, who he says is, quote, not as pretty.

Not even close, but in the same style.

Wow, so excessive.

Observing the day, one thing seems clear.

In answer to Michaela's question about why her mother does it, maybe it's for the simple reason she enjoys it.

I think we're done.

Okay.

I think we're done.

After about an hour, the photo shoot is over.

Victor thanks Maite and insists on calling her a car.

She's teaching a Spanish class this afternoon.

She has a life to get back to.

Thank you very much.

Okay, bye.

Maite walks out, leaving me and Victor alone.

Victor seems tired in that way introverts get after expending a lot of social energy.

After watching the shoot, I'm still not sure what to think.

I was hoping that seeing Victor and Maite together would answer all my questions, but it hasn't.

I asked Victor how the shoot went, and he says he's pleased.

But he says, I always want more, you know?

I can't tell if he means more material or more time with Maite.

Is he already counting the months until he can see her again?

This time, when Maite walked through the door, did you feel again that feeling of like she's more beautiful than the last time?

Multiplied by a hundred, no?

You know, I find with with her

that

her beauty or her type of,

I don't know what to call it,

can be

once she had a tooth extracted when we were married and the dentist brought it to me, and it had a certain shape, and that shape was exactly the same type of beauty.

It's like the part contains the whole.

In micro and in macro.

Okay, let's take it a step further.

I mean, do you think you would be able, if you replaced 10 teeth

for different people, you would be able to identify her tooth?

I'll go further.

If you put 10 thyroid glands,

I think I have a good chance of guessing.

Why?

Listen, I don't know, man.

That's why I...

I know this sounds like

this is madness.

It's crazy.

I understand.

I know.

If I present my portfolio in an institution, mental institution, they will welcome me.

It's like, hey, do you belong here, man?

Victor has insisted since the moment we met that he is not in love with Maite, and I want to believe him.

But when he starts talking about how he can pick her thyroid gland out of a lineup, I find it hard to.

If that's not love, albeit a love bordering on obsession, then what is it?

The force of your

admiration doesn't seem like it's the right word.

Of your

I don't know, what do you think is the right word?

Is adoration not the right word?

Is uh

no uh

it's because you're trying to avoid the L word, which is love, right?

Mm-hmm.

Victor pauses.

Um

I do feel love for her.

But as quickly as he admits it, he returns to the same old saw.

But to me, the only thing that matters is the final art product of painting.

This time, though, after having spent the day with them, after seeing the way he looks at Maite, the way that he hangs on her every move, I push back.

But do you ever feel like it flows backwards also?

You know what I mean?

That the artwork is also a means of,

having a relationship where your love is permissible.

Victor needs Maite to make art, but might Victor's art, in some ways, be in service to spending time with Maite also?

Yeah,

the answer is yes.

Real love,

real love is um doesn't stop, you know, it doesn't

it continues existing, it transforms itself, it moves in different ways.

So

you're saying that this is real love?

Yeah.

For Victor, real love doesn't require wooing and rings and shared health insurance.

Real love is simply delighting in the object of his affection.

But Maite has a different idea of what real love is and what it isn't.

I'm reminded of something she said the first time we spoke.

She told me that even though Victor was always looking at her, she didn't feel seen.

It's easier to see someone from afar and idealize the person than to be in the everyday and

just dealing with the juggling of life.

But he was with the everyday, you know, for many years.

I mean, so it's it's not like he

Yes, but I think I think that even then

I was kind of an oligram.

It was like the ideal.

Maite has a point.

Real love isn't about the ideal.

It's hard work and requires seeing a person in their entirety, imperfections and all.

But then Victor tells me a story from after their divorce that makes me think he sees more than perhaps Maite knows.

If he cannot exactly see her imperfections, he can at least see his own.

One day, I was going back home

in an Uber, in a taxi, and I saw her with her boyfriend and friends

sitting outside a table in a restaurant or bar.

And they were all super happy, you know, having a great time.

Victor had spent the whole day in his studio.

Doing like a very realistic depiction of her all day long.

But there she is sitting down with those guys having a beer and

talking about whatever and enjoying the day.

And

I thought

I couldn't provide her with that

happiness or like that regular normal just enjoyment of life.

I couldn't.

That was my feeling as a husband.

You know what I'm thinking about in

cave paintings, like from 50,000 years ago.

They were the people living in the cave went to hunt, like for a bison or something, and there was always a dude who stayed behind

to depict what happened.

And sometimes I think that's my job.

I don't go out and have the

experience, but I'm okay with it.

I'm a different thing.

Yeah, yeah.

I'm a different thing.

In college, I didn't really know how to be alone without feeling lonely.

This is Victor and Maite's daughter, Michaela, again.

Every time I was alone, I felt like I was doing something wrong or that, you know, I felt a little ashamed.

As it happens, Michaela is a social psychology doctoral student, and her work focuses on, of all things, the study of loneliness.

A little bit, it feels like she's dedicated her life to trying to understand her dad.

There was a moment my sophomore year of college when I was feeling really alone and very lonely.

And I called my dad, and we talked for a while, and he told me something that has stuck with me to this day.

He said, being alone does not mean being lonely.

It really struck me.

And do you think your dad was talking about himself?

Yeah.

I think of him as someone who really enjoys his solitude.

Yeah.

If he wanted to have a significant other, if he wanted to have a big group of friends, he totally could, but he doesn't want to.

And he knows that's a choice.

So he's making a choice, which I think is hard for some people to understand.

Victor's alone, but not lonely.

He's not with somebody, and yet he is.

Sort of.

Finally, I think I understand.

Victor couldn't handle being with Maite in her three dimensions, but with this arrangement, he only has to be with her in two.

Victor can worship Maite as he did that first time he laid eyes on her as a teenager.

And then, he lets her leave.

For Maite's part, she loves Victor too, but she needed something more.

So if Victor expresses his love by letting Maite go, Maite expresses her love by allowing him, for one day at least, to keep her.

It's Friday, and so, before parting, I ask Victor what I always ask people on Fridays.

Do you have weekend plans?

You know what?

I don't.

I don't have anything to do.

All I do is come come here and work.

You'll be here working.

Yeah.

Victor then tells me he's looking forward to the weekend,

and I believe him.

Now that the furniture's returning to its goodwill home

Now that the last month's rent is scheming with the damaged deposit, take this moment to decide

if we meant it, if we tried,

but felt around for far too much.

This episode of Heavyweight was produced by supervising producer Stevie Lane and me, Jonathan Goldstein, along with Phoebe Flanagan.

Our senior producer is Khalila Holt.

Production assistance by Mohini Medgauker.

Editorial guidance from Emily Condon.

Special thanks to Lauren Silverman, Neil Drumming, Nini O'Donnell, Anya Schultz, Jackie Cohen, and Jessica Bashir, who directed a short documentary about Victor's art called Heroin, which is where I first learned about Victor and Maite.

Bobby Lorde mixed the episode with original music by Christine Fellows, John K.

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