L'Art en mots anglais, 2015 T4

Dans ce fichier sont réunis:

 

- Roger Schall, "Paris, la Nuit", En Français,

- Château La Coste, in August 2015, The Field of Art or Art in the Field? En français

Alfred Manessier, The Musician and The Architect. En  français

Germaine Krull at the Jeu de Paume Museum. En français

 

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Roger Schall, "Paris, la Nuit"

 

« Paris, la Nuit »

Une exposition de photos de Roger Schall,

Rue Daubenton à Paris, dans le Vème arrondissement.

The exhibition "Paris, at Night" presented the work of Roger Schall (1904-1995) photographer, very active as a documentary photographer, fashion photographer and publicity during the thirties and postwar period. This series of photographs taken at night in a very traditional Paris is a production of the 1930's. Around this work, in order to accompany it or highlight it a few photos on Paris, by day or night are exposed. They were taken by Roger Schall's contemporary photographers of the thirties and fifty but also by young artists of today.

This is a beautiful set of images, homogeneous that this presentation pictures of Roger Schall, where the photographer is  looking for a multifaceted Paris. The flash will be prohibited, as it will be the case for  most "photographers of Paris".At night, they will be looking for all strong contrasts between the somber and the light, playing a lot on streetlights and their lighting quite at the same time violent and ghostly, on neon and drawings which they draw on roofs, in puddles or shop windows, on the black masses and the lines of light..

We shall not wonder to find that Roger Schall's Paris, following the example of a good many of « Paris » photographers of his time, is very wet. Photos always appear to have been taken after a strong shower. On purpose: it authorizes "wet" effects, lights which decompose according to puddles, an effect of artificial brightness which contrasts with a darkness close to the black of coal and to the anthracite hardly taken out of the mine.

The lovers of this night-Paris, made by strong contrasts between black and white, punctual light and intrusive darkness will be filled. The big subjects are there: grand boulevards and their « goualantes » of neon, the big monuments between empty and dark « place de la Concorde » and the « Sacré-cœur « vibrating of light on a night pedestal. And also people. Paris without Parisians, it neither is very funny nor eloquent. Roger Schall put Parisians in his photos, who are surprised that he photographes them, unconscious that the artist is immortalizing them.

If I had been able to leave with a photo under the arm, I believe that I would have chosen the one which, on the verge of the abstraction, starts again a symphony of neon signs, as rays of light on a mourning veil.

Around Roger Schall, the Gallery put some milestones. Some very beautiful photos by Boubat, Willy Ronis and René Bovis for example. Out of them, one is really a masterpiece in terms of layout. It comes from Willy Ronis’s  magic eye of. It too is from 1930, Pure marvel by the balance of the set between banisters of light and black masses.

The lightness of this staircase so typical of Montmartre contrasts with the angular and black heavy mass of a car parked against the pavement and the staircase first steps). The trivial, " Montmartre by night ", " the staircase ", " the alignment of streetlights " is erased in a construction which you would not should push a lot so that this work fires towards an abstract representation. Not far is hung on Marcel Bovis's beautiful "classic" photo. 1930 also: kiss under the hall where play subtly the gradations of light and shadow).

Among the recent photos, we find some nice attempts to speak again about " Paris, at Night ". But, when Jean Vinegla proposes a " Place Dauphine 2010 " under the snow taken in « contreplongé » mode with streetlight and black footprints on white bottom, we cannot escape from thinking that he repeats shots which, for some, date 80 years!

We can not blame the photographers if Paris is so photogenic. We do not therefore blame Philippe Bachelor of having "shot" again the kiss of two lovers on the banks of the Seine (1996) illuminated by the inevitable lamppost (what will the photographers do when Paris streetlights cast (1910 model) will be gone?). At the bottom of the stairs, of course, there is a must : a black mass balances the effects of the light halo, as usual.

A beautiful exhibition, sensitive and classic.

 


Château La Coste, in August 2015, The Field of Art or Art in the Field?

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Photo by Aixenprovenceotourism.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chronicalization does not provide sufficient commentary for each artist exhibited or presented or anchored in the soil of Château La Coste. Each work should be detailed and assessed over pages and pages, as the authors are, they say, the geniuses of their time. Will they be geniuses for times to come? Will we find, in fifty or a hundred years, the ruined rubble of collapsed buildings or rusted carcasses? Obviously, nobody can tell.

Some of these works, wicked, unbelieving and/or blasphemous, may have been demolished. One of the first destroyed passages was driven by the small, underdeveloped Caliphate groups. Christians of extremist groups have razed the remaining ruins and works.

So no reviews of works. No name, either. Except two or three.

For example, we did not say a word about the work of Frank Gehry. Purposely. This gentleman is a sculptor in crustaceans that pretends to be an architect. Imagine the postman Cheval who was recruited by a company of ACHE-ELEME. This time, he planted a crab under the pretext of an outdoor music hall. A crab-drum, maybe.

I quoted Tadao Ando. For good reason. All those who will go to the castle will be under the spell of an exceptional event. Purity of form. Compliance with a beautiful environment. Outlook on classicism, which delves into the roots of the most beautiful Greek culture. Porticos that punctuate the host buildings and introduce visitors to this area of art, which, if the intention of its owner is well understood, will continue to enrich themselves.

We will question the owner to ask if there is not a true artist of these places, an author of a colossal work made of vineyards in Tuscany and aligned as masterpieces as before kings and princes loved to in order to decorate their gardens.

 

Would it become a must or fashion or attitude? The spaces open to art, offering hundreds of hectares, kilometers of trails, thousands of steps, rivers, streams, ponds and hundreds of thousands of vines plans. These areas were once stationed in Provence, and we see them go up to the North, where the vines are still growing but also where we find fruit trees.

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Photo by Aixenprovenceotourism.

In these vast areas, often away from mass tourism, far from the museum-towns, beaches and umbrellas, are populated villages of natives in local costume. Traveled by tourists in shorts and marcel, you see monumental works standing erect, such as that we would see around airports, major Olympic stadiums or near new modern stations for high-speed trains.

What megalomaniac, maxi-sized, gigantic sculptures and senseless constructions could befall the owners, often foreigners, of these areas? What new artistic expression of altruism is there to speak? These areas are privately owned. Would it be then a modern form of atonement for that which was formerly Brancacci chapel, the stained glass windows of great cathedrals and richly illuminated Bibles? Are we in one of those rare moments in the history of civilization when the rich, the Medici, the Rothschilds, the Fuggers, the Jacques Heart, get the idea of leaving something beautiful, grand, sublime for their contemporaries and future generations?

Something beautiful… or do we do we not offer an undecided thought, a meditation on art, a question about what may be a work? The visit I made to the field of wine and the art that is Château La Coste on the edge of the Luberon, near Aix en Provence, did not bring very precise answers to these questions in multiple forms.

Artwork, domaine? Works of art in the field? One area for artwork??? One area that offers visitors a little over three kilometers of paths and trails to lead this reflection, rub the works that have been installed there as a giant might throw handfuls of art here and there, spreading buildings, sculptures, and forms. Throughout the course, the eye plunges into nature, dominated by vineyards that give the look of view of an Italian table and draw in distant landscapes whose elegance makes for a setting in an art world.

Works in the field? The images speak for themselves: describing architecture and sculptures is often as delicate as commenting on a symphony or aria. It is so difficult that by provocation, we try to disturb the vision, upset the artistic scheduling and mixing of genres.

Works are spread throughout a path in the field – they give themselves to be seen, one after the other, well insulated, like all works are jealous of its beauty work or its reputation? Or works are scattered in nature to become one with her and show that she can be an accomplice of artistic creation or, a false servant, she can be creative and disturb the minds of viewers, forcing them to question. Because it may happen that the viewer falls into raptures before a piece of rock that they take for a work and miss a work next to it that they take for rock. The viewers are incorrigible, if we do not give them a map to find it and attempt to understand it, they are able to consider with interest, with passion, with the love of transportation, toilet seats, mismatched bicycle wheels and racks for drying bottles. They can immerse themselves in meditation in front of the numbers taking place for years on thousands of tables. They cannot stop in front of a monumental sculpture by Dubuffet, but they can reject or even wish for its destruction. Under these conditions, taking a divot in the work of an unknown modern is a lesser evil.

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Photo by Aixenprovenceotourism.

It is not surprising therefore that pictures of “nothing,” pictures of raw objects directly from nature, not signed, yet transfigured by culture, come here and there disturb the speech “land-artien” of Château La Coste. Playing and laughing in the middle of these masterpieces is a thousand times better than advancing in the stuffy air, hands behind his back and gaze half capsized, all while caring for the missing work marked 4B on the map presented at the entrance of the estate. Field of art, field of fight, it would extend into all areas … where art is sown, will they one day come together like water lilies on a pond, cover the entire territory?

Remember Lacoste to say two things: to be greeted by a giant spider by Louise Bourgeois is obviously iconic. We are entering a place where art is woven and which creates a mysterious network. Recently we became friendly, and it is from her that we take the canvas (unless it is the canvas that takes us!); entering the field by a building that hesitates between the peristyle and geometry lesson, we return to our ever-present roots: “O reward after a thought, a long look at the calm of the gods.” Tando Andao created a sublime door for a passage “au delà.”

In fact, I have not written it again: one must absolutely go there.

Alfred Manessier, The Musician and The Architect.

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Published on November 1st, 2015 | by Pascal Ordonneau

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Here in the small, beautiful museum of Mendjinsky, there is a former artist’s studio by the architect Mallet Stevens, a retrospective of Alfred Manessier.

 

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Alfred Manessier in 1971. Photo by Wikipedia.

Curious artist, this Manessier… Of course, he would say otherwise, in the form of a question. Manessier is one of the great artists of l’Ecole de Paris – that which dons a number: the second… and yet Manessier is not as recognized as Stael, Le Moal, and Fautrier with whom he has very much in common.

Among these points, one in particular: abstraction. Before the Americans unfurl, before they crush their gigantic paintings of human scale of “Parisians,” Manessier was one of the finest representatives of an abstraction that would qualify as lyrical if the term n was not already taken.

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Alfred Manessier / workshop Lorin, blue Landscape, 1963. Replica of the window in the south bay of the choir of St. Michael’s Church, The Bréseux (Doubs). Coll. Musée des Beaux-Arts. © ADAGP, Paris, 2015 Photo © C. Devleeschauwer. Photo by Pinterest –

Of course, you cannot put him in this category, for here is a painter who works in the privacy and secrecy of his studio. Here is a painter who does not disturbingly show the blows of brushes and the spilling liters of colors. He probably would not have imagined using pretty girls to paint in blue (Klein) as some contemporary go-getters.

Manessier, however, is not a confidential painter, who would be restricted to easel painting, which never would have been more than a few tens of centimeters. He painted over large areas. He inspired and designed very large tapestries, and he especially reinvented stained glass for new sanctuaries or for churches damaged by war.

Why so little recognition? Or more directly, why a presence so confidential if his work is one of the most inspired and addictive of his time? Should we see this indifference as the mark of our time, which is passionate about what yells and not for what calls for patience and peace? Should we believe, too, that Manessier gave titles to his paintings, thereby hinting that he was working on motifs between the Bay of Somme and the Starry Night? He would have spent his time explaining what he was doing in two or three words when painters name their works “Untitled 1” or “243 paintings ax” etc. Should we also revisit his work and note that there was music in it, and therefore, architecture at the same time, where one denounces the disasters of the world by resorting to stridency and cacophony – at the moment when designing a structured work was treated as a return to totalitarian ideologies! The painter who brings his art to religious buildings would be less a “painter” than others who flirt with major collectors.

The paintings of Manessier are imprinted with music and architecture. Music of the spheres, music of the cathedrals, singing of the water in the Baie de Somme, cantatas of twilights and sonatas of the waking morning. After a short surrealist phase, the artist embarked on improbable architectures. Certainly his abstractions are, for the grand “abstractions” that follow them, the “lyrics”, the “gestures”, the “expressionists,” devoid of any excess. Manessier was not part of the artists who exposed themselves without constantly taking break.

No symbolic blood would drip but that of deep blue. No colors that would speak of things and beings that erase the massacre, that form the contrary, unrealistic but clear, and that receive the right amount of color, and not too much that extends beyond the lines.

We also see in his work some musical masses of Fautrier. Some geological structures of Dubuffet. One sees friendly, fraternal matches with Moal.

Manessier would be part of those artists who open some doors, which help the viewers to cross boundaries, to go further, into other perhaps richer, stronger or more welcoming worlds. One would think rather of a universe of prayers, of meditations, and also of the explosion of happiness and joy. Human feelings, very human to the crowds, screaming and cursing their denunciations.

Very beautiful work will come back, and I am sure that these artists will join the passage.

Germaine Krull at the Jeu de Paume Museum

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Germaine Krull, Autoportrait, 1927, Stiftung Ann und Jürgen Wilde, Pinakothek der Moderne, München. Photo by CultureBox.FranceTVinfo


An exciting exhibition for the remarkable artist and the challenges she presents and the stakes she raises.

We will not recount the eventful life of Germaine Krull, except to indicate that she is highly engaged in an extreme and intense political life, and she has a passion for communication and different media.



More than any other photographer of the interwar period, Germaine Krull embodies both the search for the “View” and the obsession with “Say”. By chance, I had just finished Le Corbusier’s book, Architecture, which expresses his fascination for machines, airplanes, automobiles, large cruise ships, grain silos, etc. And throughout this beautiful exhibition, I found the same passion, in another order of mind.It is true that the time led to the machine even more than before the First World War. When Germaine Krull published her first pictures “machinists” and her photos of “scrap,” the “electricity fairy” would soon be painted, the Italian Futurists would have already “hit”, and the German Bauhaus would debate and tear on what should make the art and which from what!

Germaine Krull is part of this whole cohort of artists in all fields of art, including that which is not yet recognized. As such, photography overthrew the columns of an ancient temple and started asking those of the new. An index, the sight of the Eiffel Tower for a modern among modern, R. Delaunay remains an object placed in front of the artist, like a stone tower that is imposes itself… except that it is made of iron and that, when viewed well, unlike all other towers, watches it cross!!! The Eiffel Tower that will propose Germaine Krull from the 20s to illustrate a book on Paris, is at the antipodes of some beautiful modern object, a sculpture rather than this “machine” that could have been said for Le Corbusier. The Eiffel Tower is understood from her womb, the inside offers her the photographer. You can access this “machine” by photographing the majesty of its workings. And show an Eiffel Tower, where thousands of beams of intersecting forces weave a network. It is no longer seen as the tool to conquer the sky, the first gigantic construction since the pyramids, but as an incredibly clever combination of metal parts whose beauty is both an economic means and the need for their interlacing.

These photos will not find themselves in a “book of photos, for photo, affirmed as work of art,” but in books intended to present Paris as later American photographers crisscross the United States, to show wealth, distress, and diversity for public research, knowledge, and information.

Information : This is where the work of Germaine Krull hits hard. Shown otherwise, the Eiffel Tower, for example, tells the work which, in it, is at work. Show what is not seen. Because it is not to see. Thus, grain elevators and processors and mills of Pont à Mousson. It is not beautiful? So we should not show it? So Germaine Krull shows what is not shown because it is precisely for these machines, these tools are like the Eiffel Tower, the modern movement, to the new company, which will be safe behind the new columns of the new temple.

Show also these things not seen because it is not far to walk on them, because it’s insignificant. Disorderly flea market stalls, storage dragging in the streets, the destitute of fortified areas, sheet metal huts and paintings. Show because Paris is as much due to the light of its monuments as a dark world, gray and dilapidated.

Germaine Krull renews a kind of document and gives elegance, power and attraction to insignificant objects that become more objects to show like the apples, which generations of painters had for their favorite dish and their ideal subject, motionless apples, round, red as necessary, insignificant as a dreamed model!

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“Rue Auber à Paris”, circa 1928, The Museum of Modern Art, New York. Thomas Walther Collection, Gift of David H. McAlpin by exchange © Estate Germaine Krull, Museum Folkwang, Essen. Photo by CultureBox.FranceTVinfo.

She sees everything and from every angle. To show, to tell good, to build and to teach books that strike. The printing of the clock or the Rue Auber are seen as dramatic scenery, set bold scenes with an impeccable layout. She sees objects and landscapes as she sees men and women. Her portraits of Malraux and Cocteau have become icons. As more or less daring, like undressed mannequins placed in a storefront.

Freedom to see and choose what to see. Freedom of the way to see, bold frames, but also transparencies or overlays, Germaine Skull walks on the edge of surrealism, she sometimes tends toward Suprematism, she is not far from the film scene setting, but always and without stopping, she is to cherish albums, books, create photo stories, to show others, accompany a text, illustrate a story.

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Photo by SortiraParis.

When at that time, some commentators explained that photography revolutionized art by the idea of multiplicity, Germaine Krull had multiple hearts in the business. For her, a good photo was a book that sells well, a newspaper or a magazine distributed in thousands of copies. It is the look of others that we shape, to whom we show not only what was previously invisible, but also, when it is visible, how by a new view, you can change the subject, the person, and the buildings.


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