Supreme Abstraction
Brancusi, Bird in Space, 1919 | Excerpts from, FUNK AND CHIC by Robert Hughes Time, 12/18/95, Vol. 146 Issue 25, p77, 2p BRANCUSI, Constantin -- Exhibitions; SCULPTURE THIRTY YEARS BEFORE his death in 1957, there had ceased to be any doubt of Constantin Brancusi's status as a modernist master. He devoted a long life to distilling extremes of formal perfection from a narrow range of motifs. This perfection is never frozen: it always contains some organic character, an affinity to life and therefore to change. "I never seek what to make a pure or abstract form," Brancusi said. "Timelessness,'' "wholeness,'' "essence,'' "aliveness": such words inescapably recur in what has been written about him over the past 70 or 80 years. They are well-worn tokens, rubbed smooth by use, but you can't visit the Brancusi retrospective that is now in its last weeks at the Philadelphia Museum of Art without feeling how his work revives them. Brancusi was born in 1876, in a small village in Romania. He completed a long and thorough training in sculpture in Bucharest before reaching Paris, almost penniless, in 1904. He even worked briefly as a studio menial for Auguste Rodin before quitting in the realization that, as he later put it, nothing grows under great trees. Throughout his life, legends stuck to Brancusi like burrs; he was apt to be seen as a peasant sage, a Carpathian exotic (to most Parisians, Romania barely qualified as part of Europe). And he seemed even more of an original to American collectors, who, fervently egged on by Marcel Duchamp, were his chief support. But, in fact, he was an artist of immense sophistication, the friend of Duchamp, Erik Satie, James Joyce and Ezra Pound. His work, with its flowing contours and obsessively refined surfaces, was one of the main sources for Art Deco style. Imagine the top of the Chrysler Building carved from oak, and you have something very like his sculptural bases. As Rowell points out in the catalog, guests in his Paris studio would be regaled with homemade sheep's milk cheese and a glass of iced champagne--funk and chic together, essential Brancusi. He loved contrasting the rough with the smooth, the hyper-refined freehand curve with the lump and the block. And when those sleek organic forms, half-volatilized in light, rise up from their wooden pedestals, you think of the resurrection of glorified bodies. |
The Endless Column was created by Constantin Brancusi, the internationally acclaimed Romanian sculptor, and erected by the engineer Stefan Georgescu-Gorjan in 1937-1938. It was conceived as a tribute to young Romanians who died during World War I. The Column was seen both as a symbolic means of ascension to heaven for the soldiers’ souls and as Brancusi himself stated, a way to “sustain the vault of heaven”. It differs from classical columns comprising bases and capitals in that it consists of endlessly repeated identical modules (truncated pyramids joined by their bases), which give the impression of ‘endlessness’.
With its tubular metal spine, the Endless Column supports seventeen cast iron modules. Of these, two are half-modules and are placed on the top and bottom welded respectively to the whole structure itself and it’s below ground foundations. The height of the Column is almost 30 metres. The impression of continuity is ensured by the perfect superposition of the modules.
http://www.europanostra.org/ | On the one hand, he could come up with images like his versions of the Bird in Space, those pure blades of stone or polished bronze that, soaring upward from their delicately flared connections to the base, are among the greatest images of transcendence in modern art--and that, even today, make the Concorde look like a Sopwith Camel. But he could also be as funny as Joan Miro, carving big wooden teacups, portraying the formidable matron Agnes Meyer as a black-marble visitor from Easter Island, and translating Nancy Cunard's chinless profile into a swell of bronze topped with a fat worm of a chignon, sitting on a carved-oak base, whose stacked lobes probably refer to the African bangles with which this socialite encumbered her anorexic arms. It was one thing to be a peasant and quite another to draw on sources in folk culture, and Brancusi's "primitive" interests matched those of other Europeans, starting with Gauguin. Brancusi's own Tahiti was his childhood and youth. He remembered peasant Romania very well. Its big-boned craft shapes--lintels, shallow wooden arches, the massive oak screw threads of rustic presses for oil and wine--are preserved in his carvings, where they mingle with disguised quotations from African sculpture. The folk-legend of Maiastra, a miraculous bird with shining golden feathers that guided a prince to his imprisoned lover, helped to inspire his prolific series of bird sculptures. His Endless Columns, those stacks of notched hourglass units that could be piled up to tree-height or to heaven (late in his life, Brancusi had fantasies of building one more than 1,000 ft. high), derived from grave markers in village cemeteries. But this folk source doesn't explain Brancusi's spiritual aims in making them: he seems to have thought of the endless column as a link between man and God. Nor does the source account for the columns' strictly modernist power. Brancusi's decision to make a modular sculpture out of identical rhomboids, without a fixed end, opens on a world of sculptural possibility that hadn't existed before and was later to be colonized by American Minimalism. The list of sculptors whose work carries traces of Brancusi's dna is almost as long as those columns: Isamu Noguchi, Donald Judd, Carl Andre, William Tucker, Claes Oldenburg, Christopher Willmarth and so on to Scott Burton, who made sculpture as furniture and thought Brancusi's bases were as self-sufficient as his carvings. It seems strange, though, that Minimalists should have picked up on Brancusi's processes, such as the stacking of units, without paying the least attention to his spiritual ambitions. Whatever else Minimalism was about, it wasn't the aliveness and metamorphic intensity of Brancusi. |
Constantin Brancusi, The Kiss 1916 Limestone 23 x 13 1/4 x 10 inches Philadelphia Museum of Art: The Louise and Walter Arensberg Collection, 1950 © 2002 Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York http://www.philamuseum.org/ | On occasions, Brancusi was a brilliant manipulator of peasant "artlessness"--a fiction but a powerful one. For example, The Kiss, 1916, is an archetype of erotic modern sculpture. The two figures, minimally distinguished within the single block by the slight softness of the woman's breast and belly and the length of her hair, are united in substance: one flesh, or at least one stone. Their joined profiles make an ogival arch, with one split eye. The hair frames this like water running down a roof. It is an incredibly compressed image, just this side of absurdity. Brancusi was after a healing wholeness. He didn't care about "truth to material," but he did strive to make the action of the hand and the movement of thought one. He believed that every aspect of sculpture--whether rough, like his urgently hewn oak and walnut carvings, or exquisitely nuanced, like his marble head or bird forms, polished to the point where light and substantial weight become mysteriously the same--needed to be manual before it could be whole. He loathed the fragmentation of Picasso's work and had no taste for the open, pieced-together asymmetry of Constructivism. Form for him is always closed and unitary, though different forms could be added to one another to make a whole, as in the interplay between sculpture and base. And he especially loved form that spoke of life or awareness at their origins: primal, self-enclosed, a marble egg floating in its own space like a cell, an egg like head lying on its side, filled with what the poet Octavio Paz called "the dreams of undreaming stone." Excerpted from FUNK AND CHIC by Robert Hughes Time, 12/18/95, Vol. 146 Issue 25, p77, 2p BRANCUSI, Constantin -- Exhibitions; SCULPTURE |
19th and 20th Century American Painting
Bellows, George Stag at Sharkey's 1909 Oil on canvas 36 1/4 x 48 1/4 in. (92.1 x 122.6 cm) The Cleveland Museum of Art Thomas Eakins, Between Rounds 1899 Oil on canvas 50.125 x 38.25 in Philadelphia Museum of Art |
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PAINTINGS of George Bellows, The (Exhibition) Source: Time, 8/3/92, Vol. 140 Issue 5, p68, 2p, 1c Author(s): Hughes, Robert ENERGETIC, FULL OF JUICE, BRILliant m flashes but in the long haul a most uneven talent, George Bellows died of appendicitis in 1925 at the age of 42 with a reputation among-Americans that was not going to survive. He appealed to "sound" taste in his day--and then got flattened from behind by the avant-garde as it developed after the 1913 Armory Show, which he had helped organize: road kill, as it were, on art history's Route 66. He didn't quite have the empirical genius of the older Winslow Homer, to whom his early work strongly relates; nor did he quite possess the visionary force of Marsden Hartley, with whom he shared a love of romantic, elemental images--sea, rock, the buffeting air of Maine. |
The Ashcan School
Title: | The epic of the city. | |
Subject(s): | ASHCAN school of art; METROPOLITAN Lives (Exhibition) | |
Source: | Time, 2/19/96, Vol. 147 Issue 8, p62, 2p, 2c | |
Author(s): | Hughes, Robert | |
Abstract: | Profiles the Ashcan School of American painting. The exhibition `Metropolitan Lives: The Ashcan Artists and Their New York,' at the National Museum of American Art in Washington, D.C.; Background of the movement; Members including Robert Henri, John Sloan, George Luks and Everett Shinn; The Ashcan School as the first art of urban America. | |
AN: | 9602137653 | |
ISSN: | 0040-781X | |
Full Text Word Count: | 1308 | |
Database: | Academic Search Elite | |
Notes: | Check Periodical list for Ohlone Library holdings. | |
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John Sloan Six O'Clock Winter 1912 Langston Hughes Mingled breath and smell so close mingled black and white so near no room for fear 1951 |
Form: Oil on canvas. The faces are hidden and almost mask like, it
feels busy, there is a sense of movement, you can feel the bustling crowd
and the train speeding past all this is contrasted by an almost clear,
empty sky.
Iconography: The faces are dark, there's a jumbling of people, but the
bright yellow light and clear darkening, blue sky, gives it a welcoming
feeling. It has a feeling of belonging. The sky makes it seem peaceful
even though the street is busy with people.
Context: John Sloan along with the rest of the Ashcan group painted real life. He too painted the joy of urban life instead of the obvious pains they had to deal with. "John Sloan, the son of a traveling salesman, was born in Lock Haven, Pennsylvania, on 2nd August, 1871. His family moved to Philadelphia and after he finished high school he worked for a booksellers. Sloan studied briefly at Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts before finding work as an artist with the Philadelphia Inquirer (1892-95). This was followed by work at the Philadelphia Press (1895-1902), where he produced full-page colour pictures based on news stories. In 1902 Sloan moved to New York where he worked as a magazine illustrator. Sloan's paintings were also exhibited in Chicago, Pittsburgh and New York. In 1904 he met Robert Henri and became a member of what became known as the Ash Can School. In 1910 Sloan joined the Socialist Party and the following year became art editor of the radical journal, The Masses. Although they were rarely paid, Sloan persuaded some of leading artists to provide pictures for the magazine. Sloan was a strong supporter of woman suffrage and contributed drawing to the feminist magazines, Woman Voter and Woman's Journal. Sloan continued to work for The Masses until 1916, when he left over a dispute with Max Eastman about the captions being used with the cartoons. Sloan became a teacher at the Arts Students League. After the First World War Sloan moved to Santa Fe, New Mexico where he painted local people. He also contributed illustrations to Collier's Magazine, Harper's Weekly and the Saturday Evening Post. Sloan autobiography, Gist of Art, was published in 1939. In his book Sloan explained that: "I have always painted for myself and made my living by illustrating and teaching. I have never made a living from my painting." In his later years Sloan became increasingly concerned with studies of the nude in the 1940s. John Sloan died on 7th September, 1951." (http://www.spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk/ARTsloan.htm) |
Bellows, George Stag at Sharkey's 1909 Oil on canvas 36 1/4 x 48 1/4 in. (92.1 x 122.6 cm) The Cleveland Museum of Art Thomas Eakins Between Rounds 1899 Oil on canvas 50.125 x 38.25 in Philadelphia Museum of Art |
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PAINTINGS of George Bellows, The (Exhibition) Source: Time, 8/3/92, Vol. 140 Issue 5, p68, 2p, 1c Author(s): Hughes, Robert ENERGETIC, FULL OF JUICE, BRILliant m flashes but in the long haul a most uneven talent, George Bellows died of appendicitis in 1925 at the age of 42 with a reputation among-Americans that was not going to survive. He appealed to "sound" taste in his day--and then got flattened from behind by the avant-garde as it developed after the 1913 Armory Show, which he had helped organize: road kill, as it were, on art history's Route 66. He didn't quite have the empirical genius of the older Winslow Homer, to whom his early work strongly relates; nor did he quite possess the visionary force of Marsden Hartley, with whom he shared a love of romantic, elemental images--sea, rock, the buffeting air of Maine. |
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