28 March 2012

Perpetual Excitement

 "They did not look,
They envisioned.
They did not photograph,
They had visions.
Instead of the rocket they created the perpetual state of excitement."
 -  Kasimir Edschmid, quoted in The Writer In Etremis by Walter H. Sokel, Stanford University Press: 1959.

"They" were the fin-de-siecle generation of Vienna.  For  five brief years their magazine  Ver Sacrum, was the official voice of the Vienna Secession.  Their motto: "To arouse, sharpen, and spread the artistic feeling of our time." If any publication can claim to offer perpetual excitement, it would be Ver Sacrum.  The writers were a formidable group, including Rainer Maria Rilke, the playwright Hugo von Hofmannsthal and (future) Nobel Laureate Maurice Maeterlinck.  But it was the graphic artwork that became  influential  beyond the wildest imaginings of its creators.

Graphic design lends itself to subversion, being relatively inexpensive and easy to reproduce.  The artists of Ver Sacrum added elements of the bizarre, the erotic and the abstract, incubating modernism in its pages.  Artists have worked variations on its basic themes ever since.




The first issue, appearing in January 1898,  did go off like a rocket. Hermann Bahr denounced "actionless routine and ossified Byzantianism" in the visual arts while Adolf Loos castigated the bourgeois culture of the Rigstrasse for hiding its modernity, commercialism, and poverty behind a facade of pseudo-historic architecture.  Koloman Moser contributed such strong works to the magazine that his images converted the adjective decorative into the highest compliment (see Impudent Weather, for example).




The Viennese perplex has always been about adjectives.  Was this a vibrant  culture breaking out or  a nervous illness?  All the discussions about lack of civic engagement by the middle classes and exploitation of the poor cannot put that question to rest because the artists weren't trying to answer it.











As the first president of the Vienna Secession, Gustav Klimt was hardly an unknown artist when he was commissioned to produce a series of murals for the University of Vienna.  Eros, androgyny, and homosexuality were not new either, but their heady mixture ias filtered through Klimt's provocative style was disquieting - even as sketches that appeared in Ver Sacrum in 1902.  The issue was confiscated by the Viennese authorities on the charge of "offending public morals".

You have only to look at the pictorial style used by Wilhlem Laage or the Wiener Werkstatte to see what offended the public prosecutor.  Perversion, guilt, disease and unwanted pregnancies ruined lives and poisoned relations between the sexes.   Even the most talented artists had trouble looking their great inconsistency in the face. It is no accident that the women whose works made it into print avoided the subject altogether.

Adolf Loos, who found allusiveness intolerable, said: "All art is erotic.  The first known ornament, the cross, is erotic in origin.  The first work of art, the first act by which the first artist gave free rein to his exuberance by scribbling on a wall, was erotic.  A horizontal line is a woman reclining, a vertical line is a man penetrating her..."
To Loos, drives existed to be repressed.  By contrast,  Karl Kraus thought it was a crime was that the authorities tried to suppress sex.   Kraus would have appreciated the wisdom in the idea that a society that is preoccupied with transgression will not be stable for long.

 Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900), as we know, believed that a society onthe brink might just as well go over the edge.  Unfortunately, by the time the new generation of bright young things began to publish Ver Sacrum, Nietzsche himself had gone over the edge and was no  longer able to throw thunderbolts.  Like Ver Sacrum itself, his influence is everywhere and not sufficiently acknowledged.

 Images from Ver Sacrum
1. Max Behmer "Mt. Pele", 1903.
 2. Nora Exner - fish, 1903.  
3. Jutta Sika - owls, 1903. 
4. Koloman Moser "Impudent Weather", 1903. 
5. Victor Schufinsky - poor mother and children, 1903.
6. Gustav Klimt -  sketch for Beethoven frieze , November 1902. 
7. Wilhlem Laage,  1901.
8. Koloman Moser - Muse, 1901.  
9. Marcus Behmer - skeleton perched in a tree,  1902.
9.  Leopold Stolba - little man, 1903.
10. Fanny Zakucka - Puss in boots, 1902.
11.  Irma von Dutczynska - sailing ship, 1903.

Ver Sacrum is available online, in its entirety, at the websites of the Austrian National Library. and the University of Heidelberg Digital Archive.

For further reading: Fin-de-siecle Vienna by Carl Schorske, New Tork, Random House: 1979. remains the best single book you can read.

20 March 2012

Our Spring Number Begins Here






















“All the forest is waiting for the statue to lower its raised arm.
Today it will happen.
Yesterday it was thought that perhaps it would happen yesterday.
Today it is certain, even the roots know it.
It will happen today”
 
            -  Hier et Aujourd'hui by Jules Supervielle,  translated from the French as Yesterday And Today by Denise Levertov    from  Selected Writings by Jules Supervielle, New York, New Directions: 1967.

Image:
!. Eugene Atget - Statue of Autumne and Vertumne, ( Fall and Spring ) , Tuileries Garden - Paris, Mediatheque, Paris.

16 March 2012

Gremlins In The Studio



















In case you have trouble seeing this picture at this scale, there is a little gremlin dancing under the painting of the Newbury marshes.  He smirks as water drips off the painting and onto the floor. The naughty little guy pulled on the canvas and now the floor of the studio is getting wet.  Trompe l'oeil or trick of the eye is a genre in painting with its own story and people who write about art like to worry the subject of the artifice in art. 
It is easy to forget that humor is not a recent invention in art.  Martin Johnson Heade (1819-1904)certainly was aware of the serious debates among other artists of the Hudson River School about the merits of naturalism versus artifice.  With one (actually, there are two versions of Gremlins in The Studio) work the size of an  ordinary book page, Heade winked it all away.  
Of course, Heade was a serious artist and the marshlands were his chosen subject.  Out of six hundred paintings, fully a fifth were  images of of a landscape subject to the constant movement of the tides, its moist air fragmenting the light and changing colors before his eye.  To create works of evanescent beauty on canvas requires many skills.  It turns out that one of Heade's was a sense of humor.










And then there is Charles Jones (1866-1959) a British gardener and amateur photographer, forgotten by the world until Sean Sexton discovered a cache of his work when he purchased an old trunk at a London bazaar in 1981.
Plant Kingdoms (1998), the resulting book, is impressive in every respect, from Jones's photographs to Sexton's text, full of poetry and insight, to the appreciation penned by Alice Waters, founder of Chez Panisse Restaurant in Berkeley, California.
Jones usually photographed his fruits and vegetables in front of flat, blank backdrops. We seldom see them this way now, gleaming with moisture, dug from the ground or plucked from the vine, found works of art. It was Jones' wit to see that what he had made was worthy of recording.
Garden Scene with Photographer's Cloth Backdrop (c. 1900) is a premature example of modern irony. We realize that the backdrop is a photographer's studio cloth when we notice a crooked elbow and part of an apron peeking out from behind the scrim.  Jones, who liked to move in on his subjects for close-ups, here backs off the camera to show truly giant-sized flowers.  That crooked arm resting on hip telegraphs the joke: wow!

Images:
1. Martin Johnson Heade - Gremlin In The Studio II, c.1865-1875, Wadsworth Atheneum, Hartford, CT. 
2. Martin Johnson Heade - Salt Marsh Hay, c.1864-1876, Butler Institute of American Art, Youngstown, OH.
2. Charles Jones - Garden Scene With Photographer's Backdrop, c. 1900, courtesy Plant Kingdoms by Sean Sexton.

You may also be interested in these posts:
Alongshore With Martin Johnson Heade - April 23, 2008.
By Salt Marshes: Everett Stanly Hubbard & Arthur Wesley Dow - May 14, 2008.
Plum Island - July 12, 2010.
Waders - May 29, 2010.

08 March 2012

The Grief Gondola

















        I
"Two old men, father-in-law and son-in-law, Liszt and Wagner,
         are staying on the Grande Canal
together with the restless woman who is married to King Midas
he who turns everything he touches into Wagner.
The green chill of the sea pushes up through the palace floors.
Wagner is a marked man, the well known Caspar profile is more tired than before
        his face a white flag.
The gondola is heavily laden with their lives,
two round trips and one one-way.

        II
A window in the palace blows open, they grimace in the sudden draught.
Outside on the water, the garbage gondola appears, paddled
        by two one-oared bandits.
Liszt has composed a few chords so heavy they ought to be sent
to the mineralogical institute in Padua for analysis.
Meteorites!
Too heavy to rest, they are able only to sink and sink through the future
        all the way down to the year of the brownshirts.
The gondola is heavily laden with the huddled stones of the future.

        III
Openings toward 1990.
March 25: Worry about Lithuania.
Dreamt I visited a large hospital.
No staff. Everyone was a patient.
In the same dream a newborn girl
who spoke in complete sentences.

        IV
Compared to his son-in-law, who is a man of his time, Liszt is a
        motheaten grandseigneur.
It's a disguise.
The deep that tries out and discards various masks has chosen
        just this one for him—
the deep that wants to join the humans without showing its face.

        V
Abbé Liszt is used to carrying his own suitcase through sleet and sunshine
and when the time comes to die there will be no one there
        to meet him at the station.
A tepid breeze of highly gifted cognac carries him off
        in the midst of an assignment.
He is never free of assignments.
Two thousand letters a year!
The schoolboy who writes the misspelled word one hundred times before he is
        allowed to go home.
The gondola is heavily laden with life, it is simple and black.

        VI
Back to 1990.
Dreamt I drove a hundred miles in vain.
Then everything was magnified. Sparrows as large as hens
sang so that my ears popped.
Dreamt that I had drawn piano keys
on the kitchen table. I played on them, mutely.
The neighbors came in to listen.

        VII
The clavier which has been silent through all of Parsifal (but it has listened)
        is at last allowed to say something.
Sighs...sospiri...
When Liszt plays tonight he holds down the sea-pedal so that
        the green force of the sea
rises through the floor and flows together with all the stone of the building.
Good evening beautiful deep!
The gondola is heavily laden with life, it is simple and black.

        VIII
Dreamt I was starting school but came late.
Everyone in the room wore white masks.
It was impossible to tell who was the teacher."
 - Grief Gondola # 2 by Tomas Transtromer, translated from the Swedish by Malena Morling, 1998.
















Call it La lugubre gondole, or the funeral gondola.  In French it sounds fitting for the experience of a grieving widow.  Let us specify Cosima Lizst von Bulow Wagner, whose name merely hints at  a life rich in incident. Daughter of composer Franz Lizst, wife of the influential music critic Hans von Bulow, mistress, wife and finally widow of composer Richard Wagner. 
In the poem (above) by recent Nobel Literature laureate Tomas Transtromer it becomes  Grief Gondola #2.  The "#2" refers to Lizst's several versions of a piece he composed in the wake of his son-in-law's death on February 13, 1883 in Venice.  The second version for piano is the best known and was included in the composer's portfolio of Transcendental Etudes.
"My wife is very strong-willed,"  Hans von Bulow had noted mildly of his young bride.  Cosima was the mother of two young girls when, at twenty-six, she began a flagrant affair with Richard Wagner.  Seven years and three children (whom she passed off as von Bulow's) later, and after an apology from Wagner's royal patron for exiling the composer when rumors ran rampant, the lovers were finally wed in 1870.
Strong-willed as Cosima was, she was not granted her wish to die with Wagner "in the selfsame hour."   When Wagner died  the making of the death mask had to be postponed while Cosima clung to the decaying corpse.  The funeral procession that took Wagner's remains back to Bayreuth sailed down the Grand Canal, with a gondola draped in black.  No one could see the widow who had cut off her  hair and stuffed it into the coffin. 
Lizst had disapproved his daughter's conduct but the two reconciled and he visited the Wagners for the last time at Christmastime 1862.  Perhaps his own numerous health problems contributed to Lizst's premonition of Wagner's death.  We know his imagination was transfixed by the funeral processions, gliding silently along the  canal like so many black swans, by his use of poignant augmented triads, drifting toward atonality.

Tomas Transtromer was one of those writers I had meant to look into, until he won the Nobel Prize for Literature last year and events overtook me. Now there are books to choose from and not just the odd poem included in an anthology here and there.  I've wrestled with Lizst's piano pieces,  especially the beautiful Consolation in B-flat, but not Der Trauer Gondel and failed to mention the celebrations of Lizst's bicentennial year in 2011. 
Images:
1. Joseph Saint-Germier - A Burial In Venice, 1899, Musee d'Orsay, Paris.
2. Edward Steichen - Late Afternoon - Venice, originally printed in Camera Work for April 1913, Musee d'Orsay, Paris.

For further Reading:
Cosima Wagner: Lady of Bayreuth by Oliver Hilmes, Yale University Press: 2010.
The Deleted World by Tomas Trasntromer, Farrar, Straus & Giroux: 2011.
For the Living And The Dead by Tomas Transtromer, Ecco Press: 2011.
The Great Enigma by Tomas Transtromer, New Directions: 2006.
Inspired Winter by Tomas Transtromer, Dedalus Press: 2011.
The Sorrow Gondola by Tomas Transtromer, Green Integer Press: 2010

05 March 2012

The Man Who Passed By: Georges Le Brun














Jan van Eyck's Ghent Altarpiece (completed in 1432)  is possibly the greatest of all  artworks in Belgium, one that has inspired pilgrimages to the Flemish city by generations of visitors, among them aspiring artists. To grow up surrounded by the glorious works created during the days when the Burgundian royal court  sat in Flanders and not be affected by them would be surprising.  What originated as a painterly arrangement of the metaphysical world became an organizing principle in the portraits of Fernand Khnopff.
Roughly contemporary, the artist Georges le Brun (1873-1914) felt the pull of the Flemish primitive painters, too."I remain convinced that being able to draw consists not so much in making no mistakes; but rather in revealing the individual psychological character of people and things by a judicious accentuation of every typical irregularity.  There is more art, more feeling and more poetry in one realist work done in the style of the primitive or one of the minor Dutch artists than in the stuffy compositions of the great masters."

There are other similarities, too.  Le Brun used the combination of charcoals and pastel to create a personal symbolism.  Although Le Brun traveled, spending three months in Italy in 1900, the landscape he became attached to emotionally was the high fens (Haut Fanges) of the Ardennes in eastern Belgium.   During his times in Brussels, the lawyer/collector Octave Maus helped to advance the young artist's career, commissioning articles from Le Brun for his magazine L'Art Moderne. And Le Brun, as much as Khnopff, was a master of ambiguity. 

Although Le Brun's symbolism never quite gives up its meaning,  it  is of  the everyday world. The reading woman in The Vestibule reminds me of Seuart's  charcoal drawing of a floating woman (Art Institute of Chicago), found at last.   Le Brun had married Nathalie de Rossart of Brussels in 1904.  The couple bought a house in Theux, a small town in the Ardennes, where they had two children: Andre, born 1905 and Joan, born 1907.   In Le Brun's interiors, even empty rooms suggest domestic life in progress, if only by the sight of a coffee pot warming on a stove.  
The elaborate geometry of the vestibule is suggestive of some greater significance than its emptiness as is the wash of light where we might expect shadows.





A similar image whose title gives a different emphasis, The Man Who Passes directs us to regard its human as its subject.  Technically, what makes these images  appear odd is that the artist placed his focal point in the center of the image, violating a basic precept of composition.  As a result, the viewer's expectations  are upended.  A scene that appears at first ordinary may be the artist's  intimation of time and space stretching and curving before our eyes.

The symbolic import of these images is underlined by the severely limited palette Le Brun works with.  Compared to them, the mural (at top) La ferme de la Haase uses the same media to more realistic ends; we can imagine ourselves looking out a window at the fen lands.
While on combat duty with the Belgian Army, Georges le Brun disappeared near the Ysaer on October 28, 1914.  His body was never found.  The Intimist painters of Belgium lost a kindred spirit in Georges Le Brun, an artist who welcomed all types of avant-garde experiments. His friend and fellow artist Maurice Pirenne organized a retrospective of Le Brun's work in 1920.  

Images:
1. La ferme de la Haase, 1913, water and pastel, private collection, Belgium\
2. The Vestibule, c.1909, charcoal and pastel,  Musee d'Orsay, Paris.
3. The Man Who Passes, 1900,  pastel and charcoal, Musee Communale de Verviers.