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Fiercely
Tilting Canvases
The paintings of Chaim Soutine
By Amanda Davis
From
Gadfly November 1998 |
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Chaim
Soutine was one of the truly outrageous in a long
line of wild‑man Expressionists. A Lithuanian
shtetl‑boy who painted in Paris for thirty
years until his death in Nazi‑occupied France,
his fiercely original vision redefined the way modern
art would look at the world. For the first time
since 1950, a traveling retrospective featuring
fifty of Soutine's paintings has been mounted. They
are some of the most agitated canvases from the
twentieth century—cataclysmic landscapes,
portraits of figures wracked by convulsions, and
haunting studies of melting flesh and rotting animal
carcasses. As expressions of personal anguish and
cultural anxiety there are few works as powerful
or as poignant. Fifty years since the last retrospective!
Why have they waited so long? This is the question
that arises after viewing this remarkable show.
Born
in Smilovitchi, Lithuania, in 1883, Soutine was
the tenth of eleven children in a poor Orthodox
Jewish family. From an early age Chaim Soutine was
possessed by a single‑minded, all‑consuming
drive to paint in a community where depicting the
human form was a transgression. As a child he stole
money from his family to buy colored pencils, and
was locked for two days in a damp basement as punishment.
A few years later, when he gave the rabbi a portrait
he had done of him, he was beaten for the offense.
One version of the story recounts it was the rabbi
who thrashed young Chaim, another reports it was
the rabbi's three sons. Nevertheless, the end result
was an out‑of‑court settlement of 25
rubles, enabling Soutine to leave Smilovitchi and
study at the Academy of Fine Arts in Vilna.
During
the two years he spent in Vilna he met a Jewish
doctor who became one among many people to provide
him crucial financial support and emotional encouragement
during his life. Unkempt and ill‑bathed, prone
to moodiness and fits of temper, so self‑absorbed
he would sell paintings to friends for cash and
steal them back when he got half the chance, Soutine
was a difficult character. But the power of his
genius made him enormously attractive and he was
rarely without a patron.
At
the age of twenty, with travel money in his pocket
from the doctor, he left for Paris and settled in
the artist colony La Ruche—the first stop
for many painters immigrating from Eastern Europe.
When the doctor died shortly after his arrival in
Paris, the funds immediately stopped and Soutine
was reduced to a cliché—another struggling
artist fighting off bedbugs in the cold of his garret.
The parsimonious use of color and pigment in his
still‑lifes from this period reflect the misery
of his impoverished situation. In Still Life
with Herrings, three scrawny herrings
lie on a plate and gasp for air. Above them two
forks are poised like predatory cat‑claws.
At the edge of the barren table yawns an empty white
bowl.
At
the start of World War I in 1914, the artistic community
in Paris scattered. Soutine volunteered to dig trenches
in a work brigade but was soon released because
of his poor health. He was plagued throughout his
life with a raging stomach disorder, undoubtedly
exacerbated by the stress of the times: waves of
anti‑Jewish pogroms in Russia in his youth,
immigration, poverty, World War I, the climate of
anxiety and xenophobia leading to World War II,
the Nazi occupation, and a life of hiding in Vichy
France. Among the few photographs that exist of
Soutine, one of him in a cafe‑bar reveals
how much of his life, as well as his art, was defined
by his unrelieved suffering. It is difficult to
say whether he is grimacing with pain or smiling
as he sits at a table with a cigarette in hand,
nursing a glass of milk.
Chaim
Soutine's 1918 self‑portrait reveals a developing
Expressionistic style. The colors are richer, and
the brushwork begins to show the agitation which
would become the hallmark of his later work. Although
the first strain of Expressionism was introduced
by Van Gogh in the late 19th century, the movement
never took hold in France as it did elsewhere in
Europe. When Soutine arrived on the scene, French
artists were settling into the shifting planes of
cubism and quirky cut‑outs of Dadaism. But
Soutine shrugged off the pull of the avant‑garde
to become the lone expressionist in Paris.
Soutine's
self‑portrait is an arresting study of an
odd‑looking young man standing in front of
a canvas. Although the face is intriguing, with
bulbous nose, fleshy red lips and large ears, it
is the intensity of Soutine's gaze that is most
riveting. Soutine has omitted the hands to focus
on the eyes. And what we see is the unflinching
gaze of the expressionist, transported by the turmoil
of his inner vision.
The
back of the canvas that Soutine paints in his self‑portrait
reveals his habit of reusing old canvases. He haunted
flea markets in search of old canvases because he
liked applying fresh paint on a richly textured
surface. This technique of applying thick impasto
over textured surfaces enabled him to move beyond
painting into a variation of sculpture. He perfected
this technique in his later works where the mounds
of thick pigment he shaped seem almost like bas‑relief.
It
was during this period that Soutine met the Italian‑Jewish
artist Amedeo Modigliani, who was to prove a valuable
friend and ally. Already a popular and influential
figure in the Montparnasse art circles, he introduced
Soutine to the art dealer Leopold Zborowski and
convinced the two to work together—Chaim did
so begrudgingly, he was by nature contemptuous of
art dealers. In 1918, as the situation deteriorated
in Paris, Soutine escaped German bombardments and
fled to southern France with Modigliani and the
Zborowskis.
At
Zborowski's suggestion, he remained in the south
for two years, settling in Ceret, a village in the
Pyrenees near the Spanish border. Similar to van
Gogh's experience in Provence, Soutine found in
the jagged rocks and deep ravines contortions wild
enough to echo his inner world—the landscapes
he disgorged in Ceret are the most startling in
modern art. But he was emotionally isolated, financially
destitute, and suffering from excruciating stomach
ulcers; the time he spent in Ceret was painful.
The
landscape Gorge du Loup is a scene
of violent upheaval. Whorls of raw color rise from
the surface of the canvas in dense impasto, jagged
peaks and swirling eddies of orange, yellow and
green pigment. Soutine's brush strokes are so convulsive
that the foundations of buildings seem to crumble
and heave with motion, trees wave like rubber and
the earth buckles and splits in two. Hill at
Ceret churns in a maelstrom of dense
color that nearly obliterates the line between representation
and abstraction. The only identifiable forms amidst
the chaos are the wind‑blown sky and the red
roof of a collapsing house.
He
would attempt to excise the Ceret landscapes from
the body of his work later in his life, coercing
friends, dealers and art collectors to locate the
canvases so he could destroy them. Although he was
always obsessive about editing and reworking canvases,
he was particularly ruthless with works completed
prior to 1923. Since he left no journals and wrote
few letters, it is not clear why he wanted to expunge
his remarkable landscapes but stories abound of
Soutine attacking these paintings with scissors,
knife or razor blade, ripping out sections, dissecting
and transplanting, even shredding the canvas on
the frame in a paroxysm of rage.
Thirty
years before Francis Bacon fixated on the dripping
images of the slaughterhouse, Soutine began a series
of dead animal paintings in homage to Rembrandt:
sides of beef, a hanging skate‑fish with dangling
entrails, rabbits and birds suspended in air by
cords. Soutine attacked these new paintings with
his characteristic single‑mindedness of purpose
and utter disregard for convention, in one instance
dragging a dead cow to his garret to paint en
plein air. When the neighbors complained
about the stench to the police, Soutine's defense
of his art was so impassioned even the health inspectors
were convinced. They let the dead cow hang in his
studio and showed him how to preserve it even longer
with injections of formaldehyde. When the skin began
to wither, Soutine was obliged to return to the
slaughterhouse for buckets of blood. He and his
assistant would splash fresh blood on the beef whenever
it dried as flies swarmed in the air overhead.
Soutine's
artistic method approached physical assault in the
Ceret landscapes and the dead animal series. He
stabbed the canvas with a palette knife and ground
in color with his bare hands. He scrubbed, scraped
and slapped on pigment with such force he tore holes.
As important as the finished work was the process
itself—the rapture of artistic creation. Thus,
Soutine never did preliminary drawings but waited
to be seized by a vision of the completed work.
In order to induce this heightened awareness, Soutine
would fast before beginning each new piece, then
attack the work in a frenzy, slathering the paint
in thick wet globs, layer upon layer of swirling
colors.
The
painting Head and Carcass of a Horse
glistens with a plasma‑thick smear of liquid
red, and a brilliant overlay of orange paint speckled
with daubs of yellow, like moisture collecting on
a fatty layer of skin. Faint streaks of blue and
green trace the fine net of veins and arteries that
run below the surface of the raw flesh. In Hanging
Turkey, the yellow bird seems to thrash
in a darkened void in the throes of death, its beak
open in a last horrified gobble. With their strong
currents of atonement and sacrifice, these meditations
of mortality captured after the carnage of World
War I are haunting: as intimations of the systematized
slaughter of World War II, their prescience is ominous.
In
1922, Dr. Albert Barnes, the wealthy Philadelphia
art collector who made his fortune from a cure for
conjunctivitis, spotted Soutine's paintings in a
Paris gallery, bought fifty of them, and presented
them alongside his other new discoveries—paintings
by Picasso, Modigliani and Utrillo—at the
Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts in 1923. Not unexpectedly,
the show was criticized for its artistic excesses;
Soutine in particular was singled out and lambasted.
It would take another thirty years before an American
audience could fully assimilate the visceral colors
and emotional fury of Soutine's creations. Indeed,
his particular brand of Expressionism would take
hold with a vengeance after a 1950 retrospective
at the Museum of Modern Art in New York, inspiring
the Abstract Expressionists to follow the wild paths
he carved out of the Ceret landscapes and push color
and form to complete abstraction.
But
in Paris, being singled out by the eminent Dr. Barnes
had immediate consequences for Soutine. He was suddenly
considered a serious artist, and as a result he
vaulted from the fringes of bohemia straight into
the art world's leading galleries and salons. People
began to collect his work and reviewers began to
vent their opinions. In 1927, Soutine befriended
Elie Faure, an art critic and physician, who treated
him for his stomach ailments at the same time he
wrote rhapsodically about his "tragic Jewish
vision." He met the Castaings the same year,
a wealthy couple who would assume the lifetime role
of benevolent patrons to his demanding genius.
The
portrait he painted of Madeleine Castaing in 1927
is one of his most appealing. In it there are shades
of his old friend Modigliani—the elongated
face, the twisting neck and tiny pursed lips. But
the comparison ends here, for Modigliani's elegant
and stylized figures with their arch smiles and
uplifted eyebrows inhabit a coy and modish world.
Soutine's world rocks on the edge of disintegration,
full of palsied people who shake with tics and other
syndromes. They are largely the characters that
lived and worked outside the society of privilege,
bellboys and butchers, bus hops, servant girls,
and pastry chefs, all denizens of a world on the
periphery that Soutine knew most of his life.
As
his reputation grew, Soutine, the peintre‑maudit
or wild artist, transformed his image. Photographs
of him from the 1930's show off his dapper suits
and suave accessories. As he acquired money, respect,
and stature, his paintings began to reflect the
changes in his lifestyle—windswept landscapes
dotted with laughing children, picturesque cottages,
churches and little girls in communion dresses.
Although he continued to scour the past for ideas,
his palette toned down, and his once maniacal brushwork
become more subdued—the previous feverish
intensity had dimmed to an edgy and nervous oscillation.
Perhaps retreats to health spas, weekends at the
Castaings' country estate, and the curative Vichy
waters he was regularly taking had finally provided
him with a temporary respite from the rages he had
long experienced. Another factor attributing to
this pastoral phase in his art was his relationship
with Gerda Michaelis, a young Jewish woman who had
fled Nazi Germany in 1935 and settled in Paris at
the age of nineteen. As his companion cum housekeeper
and nursemaid, she cleaned his home, dusted his
paintings, dispensed his medicine, and shined his
shoes for nearly three years. When World War II
broke out in 1940, Gerda was interned in a camp
with other German nationals in the Pyrenees. The
following November, Soutine met Marie‑Berthe
Aurenche, the young ex‑wife of Surrealist
painter Max Ernst, and she moved into his life where
Gerda left off.
In
1940, the Nazis invaded and occupied France, and
though life for Soutine became increasingly dangerous,
he continued to paint whenever he could. Forced
into hiding and wearing the yellow star, he and
Aurenche spent the next few years trying to avoid
arrest by moving from town to town with false passports.
The constant fear and threat of exposure aggravated
his ulcers and his health began to deteriorate rapidly.
On August 7, 1943 he was secreted into a hospital
in Paris where he died two days later at the age
of 50 from a perforated ulcer.
His
funeral at Montparnasse cemetery was attended by
only a handful of people. But standing beside his
companions Aurenche and Gerda Michaelis (she had
made her way to Paris using a false French passport
supplied by the Castaings) were the two most powerful
icons of French culture, artists Pablo Picasso and
Jean Cocteau. Their presence at the ceremony was
a telling tribute to Soutine's genius—his
wildly expressive distortions had set things in
motion and the world of modern art would never be
quite the same.
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