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Mikhail Larionov's Van Gogh Moment

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Two artists, two moments.  For the thirty-seven year-old Vincent van Gogh, 1890 was the final year of a short and tormented life that ended in July with a gunshot, a presumed suicide.  For the young Russian artist Mikhail Larionov (1881-1964) the year 1904 was bright with promise.  Larionov had already met his lifelong partner and fellow artist Natalia Goncharova at art school in Moscow.  Larionov was taken with the Impressionist painters at the time, but after his first visit to Paris in 1906 he became intrigued by the Fauve style.

Larionov would go on to run through  a veritable dictionary of 20th century styles, some of which he helped to invent, like Rayonism, one of the first Russian experiments in abstraction.   Post-Impressionism, Neo-Primitivism, Cubism, he excelled at all of them, thereby providing work for future generations of art historians.

















Would Larionov have been familiar with the Dutch painter's work back in Moscow in 1904?  I haven't been able to answer the question but Larionov's  Acacias  In Spring shares a similar upward-looking perspective and a season: spring.  We know from a letter to his brother Theo that Van Gogh painted Blossoming Almond Tree in February 1890 as a gift for his brother and sister-in-law Jo to hang over their bed.  The month before Jo had given birth to a son, named Vincent; the almond tree blossoms in February in southern France where van Gogh was then at Arles.





















Although it is currently held in a private collection,  Larionov's The Rain is well known in France and has been frequently been nominated as an example of the japoniste influence in French art.  As Larionov and Goncharova settled in France in 1915, it may be retrospectively so.  It's similarity to van Gogh's Rain At Auvers is hard to ignore.  When van Gogh painted Rain At Auvers he had recently moved to northern France from sunny Provence, in search of treatment by a local doctor.  In a letter written from Auvers, van Gogh described the wheat fields "boundless as the sea."  The painting itself is quite small (19.75 x 19.50) and its proportions give the viewer a sense of claustrophobia where Larionov's square shaped Rain suggests someone viewing the rain from a safe, dry indoor vantage point.  If it was painted indoors, Rain At Auvers suggests that van Gogh felt the walls closing in on him.














The exhibition Van Gogh And Nature is on view at the Clark Art Institute in Williamstown, Massachusetts from June 14 to September 1.

Images:
1. Mikhail Larionov - Acacias In Spring, 1904, Russian State Museum, St. Peteersburg,
2. Vincent van Gogh - Blossoming Almond Tree, 1890,  van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam.
3. Mikhail Larionov - The Rain, 1904, private collection.
4. Vincent van Gogh - Rain At Auvers, 1890, National Museum of Wales, Cardiff.







Eric Poitevin, Photographer

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"Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise!" Part ii, Line 32 from Essay on Criticism by Alexander Pope, 1711, London.

When I saw this photograph of Mount Alticcione I remembered these lines by the British poet Pope, from a work I read for an English Literature as a sophomore in high school.  When I think of all the ground we covered in Mrs. Gaines's English class, I wonder that there was anything left to read in college, but there was.  Mrs. Gaines was such a good teacher that we even read Fifty Works of English Literature We Could Do Without by Brigid Brophy, Michael Levy, and Charles Osborne.  Now there;'s a book worth searching out. It turns out that the French photographer Éric Poitevin excels at strongly horizontal  landscapes even when the landscapes themselves feature prominent vertical features.
Poitevin was born in 1961 in Longuyon, a commune in northeastern France near the German border, that is known  for its Canadian street names, a souvenir of a postwar Canadian air base. Poitevin still lives in the nearby Meuse region.  He received a prestigious yearlong residency in 1989 from the French Academy at Villa Medici in Rome, a program that began in the 17th century.  Poitevin followed in the path of the painters  Fragonard, Ingres,and the composers Berlioz, Bizet, and Debussy.
















Images:
1. Eric Poitevin - Mount Alticcione, Corsica, 1992, Pompidou Center, Paris.
2. Eric Poitevin  untitled,  2002, Pompidou Center, Paris.

The Colors Of Lament

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"It is the duty of us all to ensure that our society remain that of which we are proud, not a society wary of immigrants and intent on their expulsion or a society that disputes the welfare state or a society in which the media are controlled by the wealthy."  - S.H.

"(But) there are unbearable things all around us.  You have to look for them; search carefully.  Open your eyes and you will see.  This is what I tell young people: If you spend a little time searching, you will find your reasons to engage." - S.H.

"The responsibility is that of the individual who will rely neither rely on a form of power nor on a god.  You must engage - your humanity demands it." - S.H.

The late Stephane Hessel (1917-2013) was  a German Jew, born in Berlin.  Both his parents were writers; his father Franz Hessel was also a translator and his mother Helen Grund was also a painter and a musician.  The family moved to Paris in 1924 and Stephane attended the Ecole Normale Superieure.  Drafted into the French Army, Heseel joined the National Coiuncil of the French Resistance in 1943.  He was captured by the Germans and sent to Buchenwald to be hanged just twelve days before the liberation of Paris, but after two tries he escaped.  After World War II ended, Hessel represented France as a diplomat and official observer at the Universal Declaration of Human Rights in 1948.   His humanitarian efforts could fill a book.  His words, reprinted above, come from one  of his last books, Indignez-vous!

Time For Outrage: Indignez-vous! by Stephane Hessel, translated from the French by Marion Duvert, New York, Twelve Books: 2011

Image:
Mary Frank - What Color Lament?, c1991-93, D.C. Moore Gallery, NYC.

"Silence Is So Accurate" : Michelangelo Antonioni & Monica Vitti

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"Your paintings are just like my films.  About nothing.  But with precision." - Michelangelo Antonioni to Mark Rothko, in conversation at Rothko's New York studio.

I. - But for the fact that Michelangelo Antonioni switched from black and white to color when he filmed Il Deserto Rosso(Red Desert, 1964), critics would have dubbed  the director's early 1960s films  "the alienation quartet" instead of "trilogy."  (L'Avventura -The Adventure - 1960, La Notte - The Night - 1961, L'Eclisse - The Eclipse,1962) Taking a long view, the distinction means less than it at first appeared.  For awhile after the introduced of color film directors, like photographers, spoke of the "purity" of the black and white process as though it was not a distortion of reality as much as any other means of representing three-dimensional reality in two dimensions.  There is a ready analogy in the history of recorded sound; when the microphone was introduced, people complained tha it would distort how singers projected their voices, with the implication that these new resources would be a source of cheating.

Whatever they are called, Anontioni's early films have fallen into neglect; even the director's death in 2007 at the age of ninety-four has failed to spark a reconsideration.  The standard explanation is that the word "alienation,"  an amorphous term at best, has become old-fashioned, associated with the zeitgeist of the 1960s, in a word -  passe.   It has been replaced by  a stew corrosive irony and vapid hipness.  In his always entertaining Hip: A History (2004),  John Leland preferred to focus on the makers (Transcendentalist writers and black jazz musicians)  and the technical gadgets, while finessing consumerism, the real mechanism that spread hipness.  Before you dismiss the dazed wanderers searching on an island for a missing woman (L'Avventura) or a woman walking, seemingly aimlessly, through an urban wasteland (L'Eclisse), ask yourself if they look much differently from contemporary pedestrians wandering  in front of moving vehicles, their eyes glued to the cell phones in their hands.  Do we really have nothing more to learn from Antonioni?

















II. - Critics have made much of Antonioni's use of architecture in his films,  the late Peter Brunette, going so far as to say that Antonioni's framing of shots is so masterful that you could isolate almost any one individually and hang it on a wall as a work of art.  But this is not only about architecture and not only about modernism.   Antonioni was an amateur painter who constructed miniature buildings as a child and admired  the abstract-expressionist Mark Rothko.  Did he associate Rothko's multiform blocks of color with the blocks of color used by the Italian Macchiaioli painters of the late 19th century?  It seems possible.  His use of painterly abstraction in his films looks inevitable in the rear-view mirror of time.
But Antonioni the boy who loved drawing and then the teeanger who fell in love with cinema, grew up to earn a degree in economics.  A scene in L'Eclisse was set in the Borsa, a modern building that replaced an antique monument to the Emperor Hadrian, a man keenly interested in architecture, as Antonioni surely knew.  Antonioni shows us the stock exchange in its usual mood of hysteria, speculators screaming orders to buy and sell; he makes us see a familiar scene as it might look to a visitor from another world – unintelligible and, therefore, meaningless.   As he often does, Antonioni marks a change abruptly by means of a caesura, with a brief silence on the trading floor as traders pa respects to a recently deceased colleague,  Thirteen years later, in an interview, Antonioni stated that he had intended this scene to show capital being shifted from production to speculation, “signs of violence that are connected to money…..I would say that The Eclipse is still a modern film in that its protagonists are people who do not believe in feelings – that is, they limit them to certain things.”  Whatever his views of the middle class had been in the early 1960s, by 1975 he saw signs of deterioration and anger.
















III. -  "I am not a moralist, and my film is neither a denunciation nor a sermon. It is a story told in images whereby, I hope, it may be possible to perceive not the birth of a mistaken attitude but the manner in which attitudes and feelings are misunderstood today." - Michelangelo Antonioni speaking at the press conference following the premier of L'Avventura at the Cannes Film Festival in 1960.

When L’Avventura  premiered it caught viewers unawares, its style was so unexpected, especially to fans of his earlier pictures. The audience at Cannes was divided, some applauding vigorously, some booing the director.  Moniica Vitti left the auditorium in tears.  The festival jury was also divided; it awarded a jury to prize to L'Avventura and gave the coveted Palme d’Or to Federico Fellini's La dolce vita.  American critics were not impressed, led by the influential Bosley Crowther of the New York Times who sneered that the film looked like a few reels had been lost.

Critics had the opposite complaint two years later when L'Eclisse was released, that the final eight minutes should have been lost, and those minutes have been excised from a number of  prints.  The twilit streets caused by the eclipse are largely empty save for blinking street lights, a passing bus, and a man reading a newspaper headline about atomic energy.   This is the landscape that the lovers, Vittoria and Piero or Vittoria and Riccardo, once inhabited. The wooden fence and the rain barred remain, eerie reminders of everyday life.

“I especially love women,” he has said. “Perhaps because I understand them better? I was born amongst women, and raised in the midst of female cousins, aunts, relatives. I know women very well. Through the psychology of women, everything becomes more poignant. They express themselves better and more precisely. They are a filter that allows us to see more clearly and to distinguish things.” – M.A.

It would be an anachronism to label Antonioni a feminist filmmaker.  His contemporaries sensed a cliched battle of the “feminine” life force with the natural world versus the patriarchal poisoning of nature. I prefer the analogy represented by  the saying that the slaves always know more about the masters than the masters know about the slaves. 


IV. - Lack of communication and understanding between lovers parallels the disconnect between society and nature.   The first theme dominates La Notte where the married couple of Lidia and Giovanni reckon with their emotional estrangement through the death of a close friend and their encounter at an all-night party with the host’s daughter.  In L'Eclisse the themes merge, and in Red Desertthe devastated landscape dwarfs human despair.  In retrospect, Red Desert was the period; Antonioni left for England where he made his first non-Italian film, the classic Blow-Up (1966). Almost twenty years passed before he returned to film in Italy again, in 1982 making  Identificazione  di una donna (Identification of a Woman), a film about an aging director. 



Nanni Moretti, in Sight & Sound, once said that lovers of Italian films come in two varieties: admirers of Fellini's egocentric but kind-hearted world and those who prefer Antonioni's  austere modernism and  his characters with their endless  existential angst.   Antonioni’s didactic methods yielded few answers but have stimulated many discussions.


Monica Vitti was Antonioni's collaborator on the movies they made together.   If Antonioni’s camera gazes at Vitti, Vitti gazes back; it is through her eyes that we witness the scene at the stock exchange, it is  her consciousness that takes in the urban landscape and despoiled nature.   When Antonioni was introduced to Vitti, she was a stage actress, particularly admired for her comedic style in the boudoir farces of Georges Feydeau (1862-1921).  Her beauty, which is undeniable, is simply there.   After their relationship ended, Vitti worked with other directors, including Luis Bunuel, and made her debut as a director in 1989 with Scandalo Segreto.  
















Returning to where we started,  the meeting between Antonioni and Rothko, let me add Antonioni's description of Rothko's work: "It's painted anxiety."   In Red Desert,  the character Giuliana attempts to regain  her  bearings by opening an art gallery where she paints in the "Rothko" style.  Watching Red Desert  makes me regret that Antonioni lacked the funds to make all four of these films in color. 
Revised 06/1//2015.
For further reading: The Films of Michelangelo Antonioni by Peter Brunette, Cambridge and London, Cambridge University Press: 1998.
Images: stills from the films
1. Monica Vitti in Red Desert, 1964.
2. Monica Vitti in L'Avventura, 1960.
3. Monica Vitti in La Notte, 1961.
4. Monica Vitti and Alain Delon in  L'Eclisse, 1962.
5. Monica Vitti in Red Desert, 1964.

Old Christianshavn And A New Bridge

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"I have a student who paints in a very strange way...I try not to influence him." - Peter Severin Kroyer

I. - Silence is the word most often used in connection with the paintings of Vilhelm Hammershoi (1864-1916).   Hammershoi was a "strange" painter as his teacher, Kroyer, noted early on but that strangeness is more mysterious than received wisdom has it.  Hammershoi himself stated more than once that what attracted him, in both interior and exterior settings, was architectural elements and the relationships between them.  As for the deliberate minimalism of Hammershoi's interiors, the Victorian taste for overstuffed interiors did not become poplar in Scandinavia.  When the Hammershois stayed in London they rented rooms near the British Museum, asking  that knickknacks be removed from the reception room as they distracted from the simplicity of the flat.
Even in his portraits, Hammershoi avoided narrative, as he explained to his brother Svend (also a an artist) in a letter written from London, regular portraits did not interest him.  Of course, this left an opening for speculation that began with Hammershoi's contemporaries and continues to this day.  What we are to make of the empty rooms that reverberate with emotions we cannot pin down?  And what are we to make of the reserve of his human subjects, is it theirs or is it created by the painter?

The Danish philosopher Kierkegaard is also often invoked to explain Hammershoi's paintings.  Kierkegaard's "infinite qualitative distinction"   sounds like what we experience when looking at  a Hammershoi:
"...one may risk saying something infinitely decisive and be quite correct in what one says, and yet, ludicrously enough, say nothing at all. Hence it is a psychologically noteworthy phenomenon, that the absolute disjunction may be used quite disingenuously, precisely for the purpose of evasion." - Soren Kierkegaard, 1846, from Concluding Unscientific Postscript, p. 313, Swenson & Lowrie translation.
But names like Kierkegaard or Hamlet are used as shorthand for anything Danish; the origins of Shakespeare's play Hamlet, Prince of Denmark are broadly Indo-European. 

Vilhelm Hammerhois and Ida Ilsted married in 1891 and lived together  contentedly until the painter died from throat cancer in 1916.  Ida often appeared in interior scenes, usually with her back to the viewer - again not a regular portrait but more a quiet domestic scene.  Interiors of their various Christianshavn apartments (30 Strandgade, 25 Bredgade, 25 Strandgade) are uniformly buildings from previous centuries, their stone facades usually left unpainted.  Even the brick facades that were in common use during the 17th century were painted in colors that imitated stone.

The large windows at 30 Strandgade faced the harbor, visible between wings of the Asiatic Company Building across the street. The Hammershois lived there from 1898 to 1909.  The rooms opened on one another through a series of doors, rather than being organized around a central hall.  Most importantly. large windows filled the rooms with light    While they were in London in November 1912, their "dream" apartment at 25 Strangade in the Asiatic Company Building became  available.  They rented it, sight unseen.
Copenhagen's "gray overcoat" is the product of the soft northern light and the muted colors of its buildings. Depending on your viewpoint, the typical grayness of the air enveloping Copenhagen is either severe or dreamlike.  Its similarity to the skies over London could explain why Hammershois felt more at home there than anywhere else they traveled to.   Hammemrshoi wrote home that he could never digest the elaborate decoration of Paris or Rome, if he spent the rest of his life there; he knew exactly what - and how much - stimulation he needed in order to paint.

Christian IV (1577-1648) was the Danish King as master-builder; his town and city projects fill up the fingers of both hands and then some and still exist in Sweden, Norway, and Germany as well as in Denmark.  Christianshavn began as a program to fortify  the capitol city of Copenhagen in 1612.  To this end, earthen embankments were built up in the marshy area between the city and the island of Amager to its east.  Christian employed Johan Semp to create an urban plan for Christianshavn in 1617.  By 1639 it had become an established  merchant enclave.

  
Strandgade(Beach Street) extended  the full length of the island, following the harbor front.  Semp’s original intention was to build along one side of the street across from the water, leaving the beach side to provide private harbor facilities for the lot owners who could  transfer goods from ships to their warehouses.

Painting Tranquility: Masterworks by Vilhelm Hammershoi from SMK - The National Gallery of Denmark is on view at Scandinavia House in New York City from 24 November 2015 to 27 February 2016.

II. -  In Christianshavn there are canals around every corner.   Warehouses and the ships that come and go, depositing their cargoes, are interspersed with residential apartments in a manner that modern zoning regulations have all but banished.
A city crisis-crossed by canals is a city in need of bridges. Earlier this year Cirkelbroen, or Circle Bridge, was built by Studio Olafur Eliaason near Christianshavn's south end. The five  circular platforms are a pedestrian bridge that will become part of a larger pedestrian route around the Copenhagen harbor.   The color red connects the bridge to the brick buildings at the side while the masts pay tribute the shipping trade that shaped and supported Christianshavn from its beginning.




Eliasson believes that art makes life better,  a vision similar in spirit to the philosopher Horace's dictum that the purpose of art is to delight and instruct.  At the moment this is an unfashionable notion at every level.  Nevertheless, Eliasson says “I hope that these people will use Cirkelbroen as a meeting place, and that the zigzag design of the bridge will make them reduce their speed and take a break. To hesitate on our way is to engage in bodily thought.”   Like Kierkegaard, a century and a half ago, who walked the streets of Copenhagen in order, he said, to compose his thoughts. 


















Note: Olafur Eliasson was born in 1967 and grew up in Iceland and Denmark. After studying at Royal Acadmey of Fine  Arts in Copenhagen he established  Studio Olafur Eliasson in Berlin where ninety  people including  architects, computer programmers, art historians, and cooks work together on projects.  Eliasson’s Your waste of time was an installation at MoMA PS1 last year that consisted of several chunks cut from an Icelandic glacier, installed in a refrigerated gallery where they were on display for nearly four months.

Images:
1. Vilhelm Hamme3rshoi - The  Old Christianborg Palace - Late Autumn,National Gallery of Denmark, Copenhagen.
2. Vilhelm Hammershoi - The Christianshavn Canal, 1905, National Gallery of Denmark, Copenhagen.
 3. Vilhelm Hammershoi - View of the Old Asiatic Company from 30 Strandgade, 1902, on loan to the Ordrupgaard Museum, Copenhagen.
4. Vilhelm Hammershoi - The Old Christianborg Castle, 1907, National Gallery of Denmark, Copenhagen.
5. Anders Sune Berg - Cirkelbroen (The Circle Bridge) by Olafur Eliaason, Copenhagen, 2015, Studio Olafur Eliasson.
6.  Anders Sune Berg - Cirkelbroen at Night, 2015, Studio Olafur Eliasson.

Art In Paris: Cai Guo Quiang Rethinks the Ark

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Cai Guo Quinag - The Ninth Wave - Shanghai, 2014, photo courtesy of Cai Studio



















The international conference on has just begun At Le Bourget in Paris and already it has surprised the world including Lauranne Germond of COAL (Coalition for Art and Sustainable Development), who says "we did not expect to find as many artists mobilized on these issues."   While the displays are spectacular, they have been inspired by the beauty of life on earth and the dangers it faces.  Together, these works demonstrate Horace's dictum that art can both teach and delight.   Olufar Eliasson's block of ice has arrived at the Pantheon from Iceland and American street artist Shepard Fariey has suspended a giant decorated globe from the second floor of the Eiffel Tower that he has named Earth Crisis.

For more art created for the Paris Climate Change Conference

Objects Of Desire: Lubin Baugin

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La dessert de Gaufrettes (Still Life With Wafers), no date given, 17th century, Louvre Museum, Paris.



















Charles Sterling a Polish art historian and curator of the department of painting at the Louvre Museum,  called it the unquestionable masterpiece of 17th century still life.   Attempts to make an allegory of La dessert de Gaufrettes have fallen flat;  but so what? It is a marvel of its kind and a serene feast for the eyes.
What has Baugin done here? 
The three primary colors have been juxtaposed with extraordinary subtlety.  The yellow of the wafers is almost dimensionless while the yellow of the straw flask is tactile with  nubbiness - one color, two demonstrations of skill.   The glass holding the garnet red wine is at once both color and transparency, the latter being one of the most difficult effects to bring off in paint.  The blue tablecloth is Baugin's inspired addition; in his Still Life The Checkers the same (brown wooden)  table appears without a cloth and the same dimpled goblet is also used.

The  background is a stage set of contrasts that presents the objects on the table.  A stone wall is joined to a shadowy recessive space, allowing the artist the space to make a penumbra surrounding these everyday objects.
Baugin leads the eye around his painting so confidently that we hardly miss the riches familiar with from the paintings of Dutch interiors, no woven rugs draped across tables, no paintings decorate the walls; there is just a solitary glass, a tin plate, and some food and drink.

The light comes from a source  in front of the table and to the left, approximately at the level of the back of the table and, although its source is a mystery, it does not disturb the viewer.   The wafers, the flask, and the goblet reflect light while the tin plate functions like a frosted mirror, another virtuoso demonstration.

And the forms.  A circular plate, flat wafers rolled up in tubes, a round flask, and a conical goblet, all placed in a setting of unexpected lines.  The table which is in fact a rectangle is here a trapezoid, the deflection in the background does not line up with the upper corner of the table while in the lower corner a three dimensional drape of the tablecloth looks entirely natural in two dimensions.  All this makes the painting sound very busy but the result of Baugin's efforts is  a quiet masterpiece.
Lubin Baugin (c.1612- 1663) made just four still life paintings that we know of and those are roughly dated to the early 1630s.  Although Baugin was born into a wealthy family, Pithiviers was  far enough from Paris to be tarred with the brush of provincialism.  He had to make his entry to the Parisian art world of the time through a back door.  At Fontainbleau  he got to work on still life, a domestic and, therefore, an minor genre in the hierarchy of painting.  Later he advanced to a position as a master-painter at St.- Germaine-des-Pres.


Objects Of Desire: Leslie Lewis Sigler

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Think, for a moment, about the what the term 'still life' means.   It sounds like an oxymoron; life is anything but still.  Plato quoted the early philosopher Heraclitus to that effect, as saying variously, "All is flux, nothing stays still" and "You cannot stand in the same river twice."  The painting of ordinary objects has many ancestors: in ancient Egyptian tomb paintings; in religious allegories from the Italian Renaissance; to encyclopedias of botanical discoveries. We can easily think of at least three kinds of still life paintings, pictures of plenitude, pictures of objects arranged to tell a story, and pictures of individual objects that seem to make the viewer want to interpret them as we do portraits of human subjects.

Fresh from Lubin Baugin's straightforward verisimilitude, we turn toobjects that tell stories mirroredin the work of Leslie Lewis Sigler who describes her paintings as “objects that vary in shape, size, function, detail and condition, not unlike a human family…or relatives. En mass they are a family portrait.”   Typically, antique pieces of silver are brought out for special occasions like weddings, funerals, etcHer silver pieces are like characters in a play, even without the suggestive titles,  titles,  The Peaceful One, The Go-Getter, and Bombshell. I think Sigler is goading us to imagine that we can look through the reflections in silver to  the life stories of thepeople who have desired them.


Leslie Lewis Sigler is a contemporary American painter living in California.

Images:
1. Leslie Lewis Sigler - ThePeaceful One, 2011, Sullivan Goss Gallery, Santa Barbara.
2. Leslie Lewis Sigler - The Go-Getter, 2015, Sullivan Goss Gallery, Santa Barbara.



Objects Of Desire: Kacper Kowalski

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At first glance, this photograph looks like some strange never-before-seen exploding flower.  Then when you realize that the "petals" are trees, you may wonder if this is some kind of satellite photo but, no, it seems too close to be transmitted from outer space.

In fact, all the photographs here were taken by a photographer in a glider plane.  Kacper Kowalski takes his pictures from the air while at the same time piloting the plane; no minor feat but then Kowalski has been rated as the second best glider pilot in the world.   He began his working life as an architect but it interfered with his other interests - flying and photography - so he quit his job in 2006.  Since then Kowlaski has become a licensed pilot and paragliding instructor and has received awards for his photography.



















Pomerania, the "land by the sea" is a region in northern Poland, most of  it coastal lowlands bordered by the Baltic Sea on the north and a ridge of glacial moraines to the south, with small, contained lakes surrounded by forests.  Archaeological evidence shows that humans inhabited this area in the Bronze Age  thirteen thousand years ago;  Christianity came late, however, arriving in the 12th century CE.   It was in the large port city of Gdansk that the Solidarity movement challenged the Communist regime in the 1980s.  This was where Kacper Kowalski was born in 1977.




















Kowalski move in close and, slowly, his  images which look like puzzle pieces to begin with tell a story of the old land and the people who have lived and worked there.   Forests are cut back to make way for farming; then again, the water sometimes makes inroads on the land, and people have to move their possessions  and their fowl to higher ground.  Kowalski's many photographs of  new growth forest and farmland under cultivation remind us that whether or not a particular place in inhabited, it is not untouched.  Humans do not exist apart from nature, a false dichotomy that vanishes in the larger view, as is the division of the visible between realism and abstraction.


















To see more photographs, Kowalski's book Side Effects (2014) is available in English and prints of his work are at Gallery Warsawa.
Visit the website Kacper Kowalski (in Polish).

Effet de Lumiere: The Albertine Reading Room

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“Always try to keep a patch of sky above your life.” - Marcel Proust 

Effet de lumiere.  The effect of light.  It's a thing in itself in French in a way that the discrete English words do not convey.    A sense of magic gets lost in translation.
Another term  borrowed from the French is trompe l’oeil.  Literally, meaning to deceive the eye, it  usually refers to a style of paintingwhere the two dimensional image can also  be interpreted figuratively.

Both of these techniques were used by the artists of Atelier Meriguet Carrere when they designed the Albertine Reading Room for the French Embassy in New York City.  Architect Jacques Garcia was fortunate to have one of the few remaining  mansions designed by Stanford White to work with, the historic Payne Whitney home located on Fifth Avenue.  It has a cousin, one of my favorite places in Manhattan, the bookshop at the Neue Galerie at 1048 Fifth Avenue (at 86th Street), a building originally designed as as a home for a wealthy industrialist,  William Starr Miller, by the firm of Carrere & Hastings who also designed the New York Public library building on Fifth Avenue (at 42nd Street).  The French connection is that Miller ordered the architects to design his townhouse in the style of the French king, Louis XIII.

The Albertine is named for  the elusive female character who gives her name to the sixth volume of Marcel Proust's A la recherche du temps perdu - Albertine disparue (1925), translated into English variously as The Sweet Cheat Gone, The Fugitive, and Albertine Gone.   Like its namesake, the reading room is not exactly what it appears to be.  The lustrous mahogany bookcases are actually made from a humble wood that has been stained to a waxy satin finish,  the rich-looking moldings are faux brass, and the panels inlaid on walls and doors  are examples of trompe l'oiel painting.  


“Thanks to art, instead of seeing one world only, our own, we see that world multiply itself and we have at our disposal as many worlds as there are original artists, worlds more different one from the other than those which revolve in infinite space, worlds which, centuries after the extinction of the fire from which their light first emanated, whether it is called Rembrandt or Vermeer, send us still each one its special radiance.” – Marcel Proust
 

Garcia modeled the heavenly ceiling where the planets orbit the sun  bounded by the houses of the zodiac   after an original music room at Villa Stuck  in Munich Germany designed by the Symbolist painter Franz von Stuck in 1898.  A ravishing blue night sky bends down to touch the tops of the bookcases.  A golden zodiac appears to circle among moving sprays of stars.  The night sky overhead has depth  thanks to a combination of sponge painting and brush stroke while the stars are composed of a judicious mixture of gold paint interspersed with genuine gold leaf.   So, is this a fresco?  Not quite, as no plaster was used in its making.  The zodiac ceiling was painted in the Atelier's Harlem studio, then transferred to the reading room's ceiling.


Albertine Books is  a dual-language  reading room and bookshop, offers cornucopia of French-language books and English translations, with over 14,000 titles from 30 Francophone countries.  Visit the Albertine at 972 Fifth Avenue (at 79th Street) or explore here.

Images: 
1. John Bartelstone, photographer -  Atelier Meriguet Carrere, designers - The Albertine Reading Room, French Embassy, NYC. 
2. unidentified photographer - Ceiling of the Music Room at Villa Stuck, Bavarian Arts & Crfats Magazine, courtesy University of Heidelberg.

From Paris To The Cosmos: Noel !

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Image: Patrick Kovarik for Agence France Presse,  2015, Galeries Lafayette, Boulevard Haussmann, Paris.

The Very Rich Hours Of 2015

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Rather than write reviews of some of my favorite readings of the year, I have linked you to the reviews that whetted my interest.  Added are some comments that occurred to me after reading them.

FICTION

Scrapper by Matt Bell
   If the poet Philip Levine had written a novel it might have been something like this.  Scrapper deserves a place alongside Joyce Carol Oates' Detroit novels although its style is very different.  

Academy Street by Mary Costello
  Costello placed two stories in the Irish Sunday Tribune in 1989.  The long gap between then and the publication of her novel Academy Street shows what doesn't happen to good writers who are not well-connected. 

Brief Loves that Live Forever by Andrei Makine 
  I can imagine a day when I  wake up to hear that the Russian-born Andrei Makine has been awarded the Nobel Literature Prize.  Makine, who was born in Siberia, sought asylum in France by camping in Pere Lachaise cemetery.  When French publishers refused to believe that he wrote his elegant novels in French, he lied and said that they had been translated from Russian originals.  Gustave Flaubert opined that inside every long book there are many bad pages, yet it is hard to believe that if you pruned the average blowzy contemporary American novel you could find anything equal to Makine's elegant concision.

Thirteen Ways Of Looking by Colum McCann
   This Irishman's  writing is quite well know but what stands out in this new novella and three stories is how ingeniously their author avoids the overworked  Creative Writing commonplace of the moment of insight. 

So You Don't Get Lost In The Neighborhood by Patrick Modiano 
  The Nobel Literature Prize winner in 2014, Modiano has been hidden in plain sight for a long time  Modiano collaborated on the screenplay of Louis Malle's 1974 film Lacombe, Lucien

There Once Lived A Mother Who Loved Her Children Until They Moved Back In by Ludmilla Petrushevskaya
   She writes post-modern parodies that also vibrate with the acute sensitivities of Anton Chekhov.  She is one of best Russian writers alive and she makes the authorities nervous.  As you can tell from the titles, there is a lot more at stake in Petrushevskaya's stories than the rubric "domestic" fiction allows for.

Mislaid by Nell Zink 
  To the New York Times reviewer (male) who dismissed Zink's mind-bending screwball comedy as "minor, " I say, well, Mister, that's what they said about Rubyfruit Jungle in 1973.  And they keep saying it, no matter who often they are corrected.  Psychologist David Halperin, writing under the imprimatur of Harvard University (How To Be Gay, 2012), dared to describe Rita Mae Brown's extremely funny and extremely serious coming of age novel as "hetero-normative."  Only in academia can a person say that with a straight face.


 NON-FICTION

Schubert's Winter Journey: Anatomy Of An Obsession by Ian Bostridge 
  Writing about music is a tricky undertaking,  often leaving the reader to wonder why not just listen to the music.   I can think of no praise higher than to say that Bostridge's book about Schubert belongs on the self next to Wendy Lesser's Music For Silenced Voices (2011),  her book about the Shostakovich String Quartets.  Both are so compelling that they make you want to listen to the musicv, even if you never have before.

Germany: Memories Of A Nation by Neil MacGregor 

Women Artists: The Linda Nochlin Reader
   Her vision and daring has awed and goaded me and so many others.  Linda Nochlin:  without whom, indeed.

Quixote: The Novel And The World by Ilan Stavans 

What Is Landscape? by John R. Stilgoe
  If you think geography is boring, you need to read John Stiloge's books, all of them, even the slightly loopy Old Fields: Photography, Glamor, and Fantasy Landscape (think: lightly clad pin-up girls).  But seriously, Stilgoe follows in the footsteps of the late John Brinkerhoff Jackson and, if you don't know who he is, you need to read him too.   After that, no landscape, whether viewed in person or on the wall of a museum, will ever look the same.
 
POETRY

Orphan by Jan Heller Levi
   "I wanted to be with the boys so badly,/ watching the red fox stain cover Blue Hill./ But even then I knew I was the fox and I was the stain." -  excerpted from "On Reading Robert Lowell's Skunk Hour in the 1970s."   Poets routinely blurb each other's work as "brave."   But I dissent; brave is what Levi does, taking on the worlds of pain that men inflict and then turn their eyes from.
  This is a worthy successor to Levi's Once I Gazed At You In Wonder (1998).

I Must Be Living Twice by Eileen Myles
   Like Jan Heller Levi, Myles has something to say about Robert Lowell ("On The Death Of Robert Lowell")  and it's not hagiography. 

War Of The Foxes by Richard Siken
  “It should be enough. To make something / beautiful should be enough. It isn't.” 

The Arrival by Daniel Simko
  Simko (1958-2004) was born in Brataslava and left soon after the Soviet invasion of Czechoslovakia in 1968. He died in New York City where he worked at the New York Public Library.


ESSAYS ABOUT THE ARTS TODAY

What Is Art For? 

Why Critics Have Failed Painting

Artistic Success In America Mean Wearing The Right Old School Tie


Image: Limbourg Freres - Les tres riches heures, c.1412-16, commissioned by Jean, Duc de Berry, Bibliotheque nationale de France, Paris.
 

Happy New Year !

On Epiphany. A Visit From The Befana

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I. - The old woman pictured above in a painting by Felice Casorati (1883-1963)  is not a befana but she looks the part.  When I went looking for a suitable illustration  of this beloved Italian folk character I turned up all sorts of oddities.  Not only did my inquiries turn up mostly young women, many of them looked like escapees from a Silvio Berlusconi's 'bunga bunga' party.

The word befana is  a corruption of the Italian word for Epiphany.    The befana  is an imaginary character who, in the guise of an old woman,  brings gifts to children on the eve of the twelfth day of Christmas (January 6), in remembrance of the gifts that were brought to the baby Jesus by the three Magi.

Legend has it that the befana was the only old woman  or vecchietta to accompany the three wise men on their journey but she arrived too late to see baby Jesus and so she repents her loss by bringing her gifts to good children each year.   She descends through the chimney to fill stockings hung by hopeful children who have thoughtfully put out their own gifts for the befana– a mandarin orange and a glass of wine.  In return the children find barley sweets, chestnuts and walnuts, their reward for two months of good behavior.  If the children are bad, their lot would a stocking filled with lumps of coal, ashes, onions, garlic and carrots.  But children are usually good for the befana and celebrate her visit by feasting on pancakes.
Although now part of a Christian holiday, the character of the befana dates from folk cultures of earlier ages; she may be a descendant  of the pre-Olympian Pandora, whose box opened to expose treats rather than in the later version where she unleashed woe to the world. 
Its customs are also alive and flourishing in the Neapolitan nativity scenes called Presepe.  Expansive and exuberant, these tableaux of communal life show the nativity as an integral part of ordinary life, only partly a representation of  theological niceties.  Not just a religious symbol, it tells a story of a communal life.     Just so, the befana who behaves as a wise angel is embodied by a dark, gnome-like creature wearing a shawl, an apron with pockets (to hold those toys and sweets), and a kerchief on her head called, a cappellaccio..




















II. - Presepe  is the Italian word for crib and, in the context of the Christmas holiday, it refers to the creche or nativity scene.  St. Francis of Assisi is credited with popularizing the manger tableau  to accompany  Mass at Greccio  in 1223 but the first known written mention of a manger scene came from Naples and the Church of Santa Maria in the year 1025.    In its Neapolitan incarnation presepe evolved into an artistic version of Neapolitan ice cream, a delight of many layers.  Not confined to a manger, a presepe became an entire village complete with butchers and bakers, laundresses and shoemakers, fishermen and - of course - a befana. Today there is a street and an open air market devoted to nothing but the making and selling of hand-made presepe, Via San Gregorio Armeno.

And then there is this from  the  German writer Goethe who  described the presepes in his book Italian Journey (1786-87):


" Here is the moment to mention another entertainment that is characteristic of the Neapolitans, Il Presepe […] builds a slight palchetto in the form of a hut, all adorned with trees and saplings always green; and there you puts the Madonna and the Child Jesus and all characters, including those that they hover in air, sumptuously dressed for the feast […]. But what gives the whole show a note of incomparable grace is the background in which s the frames the Vesuvius with its surroundings. "



Images:
1. Felice Casorati - Vecchietta, 1918, Civic gallery of Modern Art, Turin.
2. unidentified photographer - Dragotti Presepe, Bramante Hall, Piazzo del Popolo, Minstry of Culture, Romw.

Now You See Her. Loren MacIver

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Quick!  A question.  Who was the first female artist to have her work hung on the walls of the Museum of Modern Art?   Does the name of Loren MacIver come to mind?  I thought not.  The diffident MacIver (1909-1998) only made it into the collection because of the intervention of her husband, poet Lloyd Frankenberg, who brought her work to the attention of Alfred H. Barr in 1935.   Barr was so impressed that he not only bought  MacIver's painting Shack for the museum but also one for himself.  (It was none other than the fem-a-phobic MoMA that inspired the first protest by the Guerilla Girls,  women artists who staged an informational picket in front of the museum on June 14, 1984.)   No less an art dealer than Pierre Matisse (yes, son of Henri) began to exhibit her work when MacIver was just thirty years old.  Her paintings were included in MoMA's landmark exhibition  Fantastic Art - Dada - Surrealism (1937)and  MacIver represented the United States at the 1962 Venice Biennale.
















MacIver's work is at its most convincing when she brings her particular angle of vision to bear, especially on urban life.    It underlines the obvious to point out that whether her subject is votive, candles, subway lights, or a cracked window shade, items that we might see on any day, become objects to marvel at.
Her 'why' is unknowable but her 'how' is not difficult to understand, an unusual balancing of opposites.  MacIver experimented with enmeshing vivid colors in the blurry grayness of the city, so that when we discern the flicker of a candle, or the glitter of a metal reflector or even just those tiny pin holes in a cloth shade, we are entranced by small instances of light  


And yet today  MacIver  shares the fate of so many female artists whose accomplishments and even their very existence have to be insisted on again and again.   Wikipedia, for instance, has no page devoted to Loren MacIver. 

Images:
1. Loren MacIver - Red Votive Lights, 1943, Museum of Modern Ar, NYC.
2. Loren MacIver - Subway Lights, 1980, Alexandre Gallery, NYC.
3. Loren MacIver - The Window Shade, 1948, Phillips Collection, Washington, DC.

The Surprising Moments Of Bruno Réquillart

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“Certain photographs, I no longer know which, but I remember the feeling, were born from a sudden turning around. As if a presence, in my back summoned me: it was a photo.”   - Bruno Réquillart, 1994.


 











His name is unfamiliar to most in the English speaking world but Bruno Réquillart (b. 1947) is a much admired photographer in his native France; indeed his work has been likened to that of Jacques-Henri Lartigue.  Like Lartigue he has a knack for capturing candid moments in images that we have come to think of as being peculiarly French.  Also like his predecessor, Réquillart made the generous decision to donate his negatives, slides, and prints  to the nation in 1992.














As a young man, Réquillart was studying graphic arts when he took up photography. His path was altered by the tumultuous events of the student movement of 1968, like that of so many of his contemporaries.  A popular slogan of the times - L'art est dans la rue (Art is in the streets) - is an apt description of  Réquillart's working method. 














Savor the way the notches in the leaves of a discarded plant echo the markings on the pavement or how the knotted curtains that decorate a window are like the knotted chignon  hairdo of the woman who has paused before the window.  For some of  these pictures, like L'homme sans tete (Man without a head), the title is the least of it; we want to know if the photographer ever found out what the shirtless man was doing on that roof.














How did Réquillart develop such a sharp eye, how did he learn to capture fleeting moments?  Early in his career he had the formative experience of working with Maurice Béjart and his Ballet of the 20th Century.  For three years Réquillart photographed  dancers in performance, honing his ability to respond and even anticipate the perfect episodic moment. He then took the confidence born of that experience to begin photographing on his own.   Critics began to notice the impressive formal construction of his pictures and the way he used to it make fresh images of familiar French secular iconography.
















The challenge in making the series Versailles (1977) was to do do something diametrically opposed to the large project on dancers.  After such formidable predecessors as Eugène Atget and, more recently, Michael Kenna (Le Notre's Gardens, 1997), had explored similar territory through  static and seemingly timeless images,  Réquillart's lens makes the Sun King's gardens  appear as a child's fantasy of inanimate objects come to life - a lamp stand and an umbrella (L'if et la parapluie)














The following year, in 1978, Réquillart was given an exhibition at the Musee nationale de l'art moderne at the Pompidou Center.  Then, believing that he had done all that he could through photography, in 1981 Réquillart decided to try painting.  After two decades passed he returned to photography, this time using a panoramic camera. (see Place Michel-Audiard above, for example).
Réquillart's photographs, with their blend of realism and surprise,  belong to a genre associated with the magazine Réalités.  Founded in 1946 after the end of the German occupation of France, the magazine was known for publishing images that featured elements of surprise.  Surprise can work in both light-hearted and serious ways, and the magazine that covered both culture and economics with equal aplomb is still fondly remembered today.  Although it ceased publication in 1978, Connaissance des Arts continues its mission.


Images: All photographs by Bruno Réquillart are from the collection of Mediatheque, Charenton-le-Pont.
1. Place Michel-Audiard, 2006.
2. untitled (woman before a window), c.1972.
3. Passante, October 1972 or 1973.
4. Petite fille, 1973.
5. L'homme sans tete, 1973.

6. L'if et la parapluie, no date given.
7. Monument aux Morts (Monument to the Dead, 1977.

An Unusual Painting By Jean-Leon Gerome

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This painting by the French artist Jean-Leon Gerome (1824-1904) is one of my early discoveries via the internet.  Although Gerome holds an important place in the history of nineteenth century art, his academic style and his orientalist subject matter had always left me cold.  I could appreciate his technical skill on display in The Snake Charmer when I saw it at the Clark Art Institute in Williamstown, Massachusetts but the picture never rises above the level of soft pornography, an example of a type of picture  acceptable to a straitlaced public, perverselylacking in the very realism it purports torepresent.

Gerome's  Father and son of the artist on the threshold of the artist's country home is something else entirely, a painting unlike the hundreds of paintings of   'exotica'  that made Gerome wealthy and famous.   When I searched the the catalog raisonne prepared for Sotheby's in 1986 by Gerald M. Ackerman the painting was not included.  How could this painting be missed?  Not only is the title as specific as possible, it is a beautiful painting in every way.
If there is anything that connects this familypainting with Gerome's other work it is his framing of the image by architectural elements (I include the hanging vines in this category) that occupy most of the canvas.  The setting is Gerome's favorite country home  at Bougival, outside Paris; he colors Gerome uses here suggest the warmth of summer. It is the human figures, and also the two dogs, who draw our attention.  The elderly Monsieur Gerome sits on a bench with a sleeping dog by his side and another dog sits before him like a sentinel.  Meanwhile, his two year old grandson stands inside the a half-opened door, looking out at the world that his grandfather inhabits so comfortably, with what emotions we can only guess. As an image of regeneration and continuity, it is at the same time a personal memento to the artist and universal in its appeal.

Who would have thought that Gerome had a dry sense of humor after looking at his seriously weird exotica?  The following is an excerpt from a brief biography thathe wrote for his friend Charles Timbal:
"To prevent seven cities from in the future disputing the honor of my birthplace, I certify that I saw the first light of day in Vesoul, a little old Spanish city.  No miracle took pace on the date of my birth, which is quite surprising.”

As for the Gerome family, Pierre Gerome (1800-1884), the artist's father, was a jeweler andmother Claude Vuillemot, was the daughter of a merchant.  When Gerome  left Vesoul to study art in Paris before his seventeenth birthday, his father told him:“I give you a year.  If that goes well, you can continue.  If the year doesn't work out, you'll have to think about other things.”
Geromemade an auspicious match when he married Marie Goupil in 1861. Her father was  the successful international art dealer, Adolphe Goupil, who is remembered today for having employed  Theo Van Gogh (in his Paris gallery) and Vincent (in London).  A long and happy marriage  produced four daughters who each married well and one son, Jean, who hoped to be an artist like his father.  However, Jeansuffered from consumption  anddied during an influenza outbreak in 1891 at the age of twenty-seven in Cannes, his father at  his bedside.  Jean-Leon Gerome is buried in front of the sculpture Grief, his memorial to his son, in the Montmartre Cemetery where both are buried.  

Reviewing an exhibition in 1867, Emile Zola hintedthat  Gerome used  photographs to make lucrative reproductions of his paintings easier. That Zola also criticized Gerome for his choice of “ very naughty and even risque” subjects seems hypocritical, given that Zola published the novel Therese Raquin during the very same yearThe plot pivots on a torrid affair  between the unhappily married Therese and Laurent; an affair that eventually leads to murder.
During his long career, Gerome had many students and he kept in touch with them after they  left his atelier.  The American Thomas Eakins was among the most talented but after Eakins was dismissed from the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts in 1886 for using a male nude in a drawing class opento women, Gerome no longer mentioned his name. When a similar proposal was made at the Ecole des Beaux-Arts four years later, Gerome expressed vehement opposition to the idea.  Again, perversely, it Gerome characterized the proposal  as a “return to total savagery, a phrase that could apply just as well to Gerome's work His solution?  Put underpants on the male models!

Image: Jean-Leon Gerome - Pere et fils de l'artiste sur le seuil de sa maison de campagne, (The father and son of the artist on the threshold of his country home) c.1866, Musee des Beaux-Arts, Rouen.

Alone Together: Juliana Force & Guy Pene du Bois

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History is not kind to most reputations.   Juliana Force (1876-1948) and Guy Pène du Bois (1884-1958), to name just two, are no longer so well known as they were in life.   This is a more  because our collective memory is always almost full rather than from a lack of interesting material.. 


Juliana Force was the founding director of the Whitney Museum of American Art but that hasn't counted for much to historians who  have given most of the credit to Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney, heiress to a railroad fortune and the granddaughter of  "Commodore" Vanderbilt. Force, a private secretary with  ambition plus abundant but unfocused energy, was the daughter of a grocer from a small town in Pennsylvania.  Yet the meeting of these unlikely two in 1906 set in motion a chain of events that led to the founding of the Whitney Museum of American Art in 1931.  They opened the Whitney Studio Club in 1914 where their exhibitions became known for their unpredictability and their inconsistent quality.  What they shared was a fervent desire to advance American art and marriages that did not get in the way of their efforts.   Early in her married life, Whitney realized that her husband would not be faithful and turned her energy elsewhere, while Force was so drawn to Whitney' and her circle that  that her own husband  was reduced to a background figure in her life.   Beyond that, they both suffered from slings and arrows hurled in their direction by male artists and critics.  Whitney always thought that her work as a sculptor would have been received more seriously had she been a man and that others believed the commissions that came her way were unearned, a byproduct of her wealth, while Force was labeled in unflattering terms as being ":arrogant" and even "hysterical", at least partly, I suspect, because her family lacked social standing.

Force enjoyed the trappings of art as much as art itself: she delighted in meeting artists, giving speeches, and attending exhibition openings like the one pictured above.  When Pene du Bois painted this picture of Force in 1921, he was an up-and-comer in the New York art world, having scored his first solo exhibition at the Whitney Studio Club just three years earlier.  The red-haired Force (her name as apt as that of a character in Pilgrim's Progress) stands, her back to the viewer, as she looks at a painting. She is wearing a dress that no faint-hearted woman would have dared at the time.   The  studio itself is clad in rich colors, another anachronism, so different from the studied neutrality of modern art galleries.
Pene du Bois was, as his name suggests, as much a product of his French ancestry as his American upbringing.  Although he studied with William Merritt Chase (an impressionist of sorts) and then with Robert Henri (of the Ashcan School), Pene du Bois was never associated with any particular group. By necessity, he earned money by writing art and music criticism for various publications, an occupation that put him in the public spaces that he chose to depict in his paintings.

So how does  Juliana Force at the Whitney Studio Club fit into this artist's work?   In retrospect, the Pene du Bois paintings separate into two groups, one that shows smartly dressed young women strolling in public, smoking, and sitting in cafes.  The other group, including the one above, shows women and men together on social occasions, surrounded by invisible tension.  How would I describe these pictures?   It seems to me that in a Pene du Bois painting a woman is never so alone as when she is with a man, a feeling many of us know well.
Note: When Royal Cortissoz published an updated edition of Samuel Isham's influential History of American Painting in 1926, he listed Guy Pene du Bois as an important contemporary artist.  Then in 1931,  Cortissoz published a monograph on Guy Pene du Bois with a forward by Juliana Force.

Updated: 01/27/2016.
Image: Guy Pene du Bois - Juliana Force at the Whitney Studio Club, 1921, Whitney Museum of American Art, NYC.

Josef Frank: Post-Modernist

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"Styles have a way of announcing themselves timidly some time before they become insistent and popular and they often linger on because people are accustomed to them and feel affectionate toward them years after a new style has established itself." - Russel Lynes, excerpt from The Artmakers (1970)

Oh, and there is something more: that a style may reach its fullest potential when a new style incorporates what was not assimilated before.  In the case of Josef Frank (1885-1967) the key is in his beautifully rendered architectural paintings.  They are charming and  make clear the debt owed to Frank by such diverse practitioners as Denise Scott Brown, Robert Venturi, the Smithsons (Alice and Peter)  and Rem Koolhaas. My favorite is his design for a University of the Applied Arts; its stone chimneys look to me like two curious giraffes looking back at passersby.  
Now there is a new exhibition  Josef Frank: Against Designthat runsthrough April 3 at the Museum for Applied Culture (MAK) in Vienna. that makes the case for him as one of great architect-designers of the twentieth century  and the precursor of Post-modernism.   Frank was, in the words of  Christoph Thun-Hohenstein, museum director,  “the great humanist in modern architecture and design.”  Although Frank designed furniture, textiles, wallpaper, and carpeting, it is his prospective paintings that charm me.

“Frank was absolutely against that (the idea of totally controlled design, the German the term is Gesamtkunstwerk) and also against the standardization of Modernism, and Le Corbusier’s idea of buildings being designed as machines for living,”  according to exhibition curator Sebastian Hackenschmidt. Frank himself wrote “The house is not a work of art, simply a place where one lives.” 

Why did so many talented designers in fin de siecle Vienna choose architecture?  There had long  been a housing shortage in the capitol city of the Hapsburg Empire.  The magnificence sweep of the Ringstrasse concealed from view the inadequate and unhealthy living conditions that most of the population lived in.   There are affecting photographs of Koloman Moser’s apartment, his modern wallpaper designs peeling off its old moisture-cracked walls.  Frank became a leader in the campaign for affordable homes.  He designed apartments for working people that included pleasant views, abundant light, and good ventilation.  Modern design should respond to human needs; there was no need to reject the charms of color and pattern.
Frank designed his first interior in 1910, an apartment for his sister and her husband in Vienna. During the 1920s Frank had worked with Peter Behrens and Josef Hoffmann,  architects from the first wave of Viennese modernism and, in turn, he became the most influential architect of its second wave.  Villa Beer, a residence Frank designed in 1929 with Oscar Wlach, his partner in the successful design firm Haus und Garten (founded in 1925), is now considered the most important Viennese residence of the interwar period, as  Hoffmann’s  Palais Stoclet (1905) was the pinnacle of an earlier generation
 












Frank founded a design company, Haus und Garten (House and Garden) with Oskar Wlach in 1925, that was forced to close in 1938.  He never worked in Austria again.  Frank, who was Jewish, left Vienna in 1933 with his Swedish-born wife  Anna.  First they settled in Stockholm but fled to the United States as war in Europe became increasingly likely, living in New Yorkfrom 1939 to 1947.  Frank's  design with Estrid Ericson of the interior of the Swedish pavilion at the 1939 World's Fair was a hit with thepublic and with the critics, who,dubbed the design 'Swedish modernism.'Frank taught at the New School in Manhattan but was unsuccessful at getting commissions to design the public housing projects dear to his heart.  After the war the Franks returned to Sweden.
In his last years, with all that he had achieved during a long career, Frank expressed disappointment.  “It is not what I had imagined and what I wanted and would have been able to do, but rather only what I was able to accomplish under the circumstances,” he wrote in a 1948 letter to a friend. “When I look back it makes me very sad.”
Finally, with all the idiosyncrasies Frank introduced into his designs, the balanced proportions that he so admired in the buildings of Renaissance architect Leon Batista Alberti  were his foundation. In Frank's arrangements of solids and voids I see the influence of  the Nolli technique, named for Giambattista Nolli's  revolutionary Plan for the city of Rome (1748), an early example of humanist urbanism, a gift from the past that is also a gift to the future.


Architectural drawings by Josef Frank are in the collection of the Albertina Museum, Vienna.
Notes: 
1. House with blue walls, 1910.
2. University For the Applied Arts, undated. 
3. House for Dagmar Grill, Number 8, c.1947-55
4. House for Dagmar Grill, Number 9, c1947-55. 
5. House, 1953.

A Wealth Of Bonnards

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One of the great French artists of the twentieth century is Pierre Bonnard (1867-1947) whose work is well documented.  Why then are the paintings shown here  not more familiar? 

















"As Delacroix wrote is his diary, 'One never paints violently enough.'  In the light experienced in the south of France, everything sparkles and the whole painting vibrates.   Take your picture to Paris: the blues turn to grey....Therefore one thing is necessary in painting: heightening the tone."  -  Pierre Bonnard, translated from the French  by Julian Bell


Typically, in a  Bonnard landscape vegetation functions as a frame that separates what is far from what is near.  From his perch the lush, variously colored plants form a kind of tapestry  laid out before the viewer;  when figures appear against such a backdrop they are often the last things we notice.




















The answer begins with Georges Bemberg (1915-2011),   the very model of  a cosmopolite, twentieth century edtion.  Born into a wealthy  family in Argentina, Bemberg grew up in France and graduated from Harvard University.  He was a pianist, who also wrote  novels, for instance  Quatre mains: nouvelles (Four Hands: Novellas) published in 1953, but his true profession seems to have been that of a traveling art collector.  Bemberg, like Barnes, created a foundation to share his collection with the public, hitting on the happy solution of collaborating with the city of Toulouse, owner of the Hotel Assezat, a sixteenth century building in the Renaissance style, nicely suited to be re-purposed as a museum.   It was built (c. 1555) as a hotel  particulier,the French term for  a palace owned by wealthy non-royalty, in this case the manufacturer Pierre Assezat.    The Fondation  Bemberg opened to the public in 1994, with paintings, sculpture, furniture, and antiquarian books from five centuries but it is the modern French art that is it greatest attraction.



















Critics have long chewed over the question “Was Bonnard an easel painter or a decorative painter?”  The artist managed to have it both ways.  In Bonnard’s later paintings, color is the measure of sensation; lines, especially those used to frame an image are the anchor  as the artist attempts to capture on canvas what the constantly moving human eye sees.  Marthe, Bonnard's long-time mistress and then wife, appears seated at a table; she is bracketed doubly, by a window in the background at her left and by a strip of matching color, of undetermined function to her right. (see above  Even in a still life such as Nature morte aux citrons the strong lines are predominately vertical.  (see below)





















By now, you can probably place the locale in Bonnard's paintings by referring to his observations about coloration.

When Bonnard began his sojourns  on the Cote d’Azur he was a seasoned traveler, visiting   Spain in 1901, then  Algeria, and Tunisia in 1908,  and, most importantly,  two months at  Saint-Tropez during the summer of 1909. So  it is romanticizing his story to suggest that the south of France provided a revelation to the artist; more likely  it concentrated his stored reactions to those previous experiences. Still, in  a letter to his mother, he described it as  an “ ‘Arabian Nights experience’, dazzled by “the sea, yellow walls, and reflections as colorful as the lights themselves.”  Pierre and Marthe  began to make yearly visits, staying at  Saint-Tropez, Grasse, Antibes, and ultimately at Le Cannet where Bonnard bought a house in 1926. 

At about the same time, Bonnard bought a little house on stilts at Vernonnet on the Seine in 1912, a house he called Ma Roulette (My Caravan).   Although the climates of north and south differ, what connects Ma Roulette and Le Cannet is that both studios perched on summits overlooking their surroundings.  Did Bonnard chose to live in studios that recreated the frames that he had worked within  on  his murals and decorative wall panels in the 1890s? 
According to his nephew Charles Terrasse, Bonnard’s  forties were “the years of anguish” for the artist.   He responded to the new cubist art with a sense of inadequacy, questioning whether his own had reached a dead end. Picasso dismissed Bonnard’s work as insipid where Matisse, the more discerning, corrected him: “Bonnard is a great artist for our time and for posterity.”  Matisse even considered Bonnard's work to be superior to his own and his estimate has been seconded by artists as different as Ellsworth Kelly and Fairfield Porter, who believed that Bonnard was the artist who laid out a path between representation and abstraction.
Both these paintings of Marthe are less emotionally diffiuclt to read, if only for the prosaic reason that, being fully clothed, she seems more in possession of herself.



Bonnard always shows his most uncomplicated emotions in his pictures of children and, when his pets enter the picture, they steal the show.  Bonnard painted The Little Girl With a Cat in 1894, the same year that he painted the more familiar White Cat (in the collection of the Musee d'Orsay) and their similarities are remarkable.   In both, Bonnard uses distortion to suggest humor and  curving lines to create a sense of motion.  Whatever the highs and lows of his personal life, Bonnard was always capable of painting joy.


Sadly, for Bonnard the painter, his  forties were “the years of anguish” , according to his nephew Charles Terrasse, He responded to the new cubist art with a sense of inadequacy, questioning whether his own had reached a dead end. Picasso dismissed Bonnard’s work as insipid where Matisse, the more discerning, corrected him: “Bonnard is a great artist for our time and for posterity.”  Matisse even considered Bonnard's work to be superior to his own and his estimate has been seconded by artists as different as Ellsworth Kelly and Fairfield Porter, who believed that Bonnard was the artist who laid out a path between representation and abstraction



For further reading: Bonnard At Le Cannet by Michel Terrasse, translated from the French by Sebastian Wormell,  New York, Pantheon Books: 1988.

Images: from the collection of the Fondation Bemberg, Toulouse.
1. Pierre Boonard - Le cannet, 1930
2. Pierre Bonnard - L'Omnibus, 1901.
3. La femme au restaurant, c. 1900.
4. Pierre Bonnard - Nature morte aux citrons, (Still Life Wwith Lemons), c.1917.
5. Pierre Bonnard - La fillette au chat (Little girl with a cat) 1894.


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