Tuesday, June 26, 2018

CLAUDE MONET - FRENCH ICON




The French are a highly civilised nation and have tried to maintain standards in literature and art through their various academies and institutes. Inevitably their rules and guidance are sometimes defied by groups dedicated to a new vision and to new techniques. These rebels may come to terms with the cultural establishment but, more likely, public taste eventually moves in their direction. Just such a rebel was Claude Monet (1840-1926) one of the founders of Impressionism, rejected in the 1870s, but latterly considered the finest painter in France and he died the pride of his country.

A young Monet by Renoir (1875)
Monet in his 1880s prime
 

Born in Paris, the son of a well-to-do grocer and his artistic wife, Monet’s family moved to Le Havre in Normandy in his childhood. His mother died when he was 12 and he was cared for by a widowed aunt.  Claude showed an early talent for drawing and decided, to his father’s acute disappointment, that he would study art instead of entering commerce. He duly enrolled in 1859 in the Académie Suisse in Paris where he meets Pissarro. After a short period of military service in Algeria, Monet was invalided out and from 1862 was working under Glyre and Eugène Boudin (who became his mentor) and with young artists like Bazille, Sisley and Renoir.


French conventional salon painting was still in thrall to the Romantic tradition of Delacroix and the Neo-Classicism of Ingres with historical, mythological and Oriental subjects being particularly valued. Monet and his circle were deeply interested in the composition of colour, the contrasts of light and the joys of landscape painting en plein air. They admired the realist Courbet but they were keen to experiment much further. Accordingly, Monet and his circle produced works using short brush-strokes, eschewing excessive detail and displaying bright colours without smooth finish, creating atmosphere and light effects.


These works were submitted to the annual Salon hangings sponsored by the Académie des Beaux Arts, but they were increasingly rejected by this prestigious but conservative institution. In despair the young artists organised their own Paris exhibition and in 1873 the first of 8 annual exhibitions opened in a studio on the Rue des Ecoles. An early Monet work caused a critic to coin the term “Impressionism” an uncomplimentary dig at the allegedly unfinished nature of the painting – but the term stuck.

Women in the Garden (1867)
Women with a Parasol (1873)


















 

Monet's seminal painting - Impression, Rising Sun (1873)

The Impressionist circle had fluctuating membership as one rule was that they did not exhibit at the Salon, which still enjoyed high prestige. Influential Edouard Manet, rather older than the others, never joined, Bazille had died in action in the Franco-Prussian War of 1870, but Monet principally carried the torch (though he too exhibited for 2 years at the Salon). He was joined fitfully by, in retrospect, the illustrious Pissarro, Sisley, Renoir, Degas, Cézanne and the leading woman, Berthe Morisot. The style became immensely influential in art, music and even literature.


Monet began to prosper in the 1880s as dealers became interested in his work. In an 1870 stay in London he came to admire Constable and, above all, Turner and he produced canvasses of the Thames and the Houses of Parliament. He wanted later to assert his modernity and not be typecast as a landscape painter and we see bustling city scenes and railway stations.

Houses of Parliamenr, London

Gare St-Lazare, Paris
















Monet was an enormously prolific painter and by the 1890s rich collectors were flocking to buy his works. He would reproduce the same subject from different angles or at different times of the day. Thus, there is a series of studies of Rouen Cathedral and of simple Haystacks, among others.

Rouen Cathedral






 
End of the Summer














Monet’s personal life was complicated. He had married his beautiful and romantic model Camille Doncieux in 1870 and they had 2 children, but she died of cancer in 1879. Monet then took up with Alice Hoschedé, the wife of Ernest Hoschedé, a wealthy department store director, art lover and a patron of the impressionists since 1873. Alice had 6 children with Ernest but in 1878 disaster struck when Ernest was forced into bankruptcy. Monet helped out and the Hoschedé family and the Monets lived together harmoniously in various lodgings near Paris or in Normandy. Ruined Ernest took a job on a newspaper in Paris and became more detached from Alice, who nevertheless observed the proprieties, never acknowledging she was Monet’s mistress.


Ernest died in 1891 and Monet and Alice quietly married in 1892. Later, Monet’s eldest son Jean married Alice’s second daughter Blanche, who became an artist, was widowed in 1914 and tended Monet in his old age. Alice’s third daughter Suzanne married the American artist Theodore Butler in 1892, but when Suzanne died in 1899, Butler married Alice’s first daughter Marthe. This peculiar extended family lived together at Monet’s new house at Giverny, Normandy, bought in 1890, with Monet a reluctant, grumpy but loving paterfamilias of this ménage with Alice running the house efficiently aided by a growing army of servants a and gardeners.

Monet at his garden and house and Giverny

Monet loved his two gardens at Giverny – the front Clos Normand densely planted with every possible flourishing bloom displaying vibrant colours and the second water garden, famous for its water lilies and delectable bridges. His life was agreeable; he became an expert on plants and gardening, he adorned the house with his collection of paintings honouring old friends and he built up an enviable selection of Japanese prints, moved by their restrained delicacy. He still loved to travel and he treated himself to a splendid Panhard motor car, making long journeys through France.


He cultivated his friendships, especially with Georges Clemenceau (Le Tigre) whom he had met as a poor medical student in 1860s Paris. Politics did not attract Monet (he never voted) but the basis of their friendship was recollection of earlier times, a shared love of art and an enthusiasm for Japanese prints. Clemenceau also was developing a garden in Brittany and he came to rely on Monet for help and guidance. Party politics apart Clemenceau and Monet were united in their general radicalism, their atheism, their feelings for justice in the age of Dreyfus, and their love for the soil of France.


The years were crowding in; Alice died of leukaemia in 1911, a devastating blow which almost made Monet retire from painting. His sharp eyesight was endangered by the onset of cataracts, which were temporarily patched up. With the encouragement of friends Monet returned to painting and embarked in 1914 on his famous series of  250 studies of “Water-lilies”, which he had first painted in the 1890s. The Great War raged all about him but he was able to concentrate on his painting.

Water Lilies



Water Lilies again

 
Clemenceau and Monet
    
In 1918, almost the first act of Clemenceau after the Armistice was to visit Monet and secure the gift of the Water Lilies series for the French nation. An extension to L’Orangerie gallery was commissioned to receive the paintings, which emphasised the beauty of Nature and perhaps the fleetingness of Life – but there are endless abstractions possible. Monet at last died in 1926, appropriately in the arms of his friend Clemenceau. He had lived a full, vivid life and had lit up his world with his genius.


When the Water Lilies were unveiled, Clemenceau was dismayed by their mixed critical reception. Only in the 1950s were the paintings “rediscovered” and their iconic status established. All art goes through phases of favour and obscurity but ultimately true quality shines through.


SMD
26.06.18
Text Copyright © Sidney Donald 2018

Saturday, June 16, 2018

COCK-EYED RELATIONS



No, this is not a piece about my highly eccentric great-aunts (that pleasure is for another day!) but rather a reaction to the peculiar affinities recently created in public life between unlikely mates. Some of these are so unlikely and exotic that I find myself rubbing my eyes and pinching myself to check that I have not carelessly strayed into a parallel universe.


Inevitably my first stop is Donald Trump, who despises every historic relationship forged by the USA since 1941 and substitutes his own to boost his insatiable egoism. Thus he, the President of the United States, beacon of democracy and freedom, rushes to Singapore to hobnob with Kim Jong Un, ruthless dictator of nuclear-armed, yet impoverished, North Korea, a pariah state since 1954.

Kim Jong Un and Donald Trump, the best of pals

The meeting might be worth it if Kim renounced nuclear weapons, freed political prisoners and eased his isolation – but none of this was forthcoming, other than vague promises. Trump announced, without consultation, that he would suspend US joint military exercises with South Korea – a coup for Kim, a blow to the South and a worry for Japan. Trump of course hailed this half-baked effort as a diplomatic triumph and an example of his matchless deal-making skills. Not in my book, Donald!

Trump upsets old friends at the G7

The flip-side of Trump is his careless ability to offend his friends. He is the heir to Harry Truman, Dwight Eisenhower, Richard Nixon and Ronald Reagan but this tradition counts for nothing in Trump-land. He has embarked on a savage trade and tariff war, initially aimed at China, but since extended to the EU and his neighbours Canada and Mexico. Now many criticisms are possible of world trade imbalances, but negotiations are the way to resolve them not the sudden slapping-on of large tariffs. A tit-for-tat trade war looms damaging to the West, unlikely to save US rust-belt industries or promote stable growth. The US is economically strong and may prevail, but are these rational policies? Trump’s idiotic and undiplomatic tweets demonising Trudeau and slighting May, Merkel and Macron are in every respect self-defeating.

The Remainer Conspirators - Grieve, Soubry and Clarke

Odd bedfellows are also a feature of the Brexit struggle in the UK. Fanatical Remainers like Dominic Grieve (surely a linear descendent of Benedict Arnold) allied to ghastly and shrill Anne Soubry are both classic Tories by trade but now make common cause with the extremists of Jeremy Corbyn’s Momentum-driven Marxist Labour Party to derail Brexit at all turns. The UK electorate is sick to death with Brexit and have turned off from the nuances of the debate. It just wants Brexit to happen soon and irrevocably with Brussels, Germany and France removed from disturbing our front parlours. If that means a UK walk-out without an agreement, so be it. The first post-Brexit election will see a blood-bath of the smug Remainers, fully deserved.

In Europe itself radical discontent with European policies has spawned many odd populist alliances. Loony-left Greek Syriza works with nationalistic Independent Greeks: Hard right La Lega gets into bed with soft left Five-Star Movement in Italy: in Spain new Socialist Premier Sanchez will have to steer a course acceptable to anti-austerity Podemos, though Spain remains loyally European. Hostility towards EU immigrant quotas has animated cooperation between Poland’s Jaroslav Kaczynski and Hungary’s Victor Orban who resent what they see as the EU’s political meddling and instead advocate the classic Gaullist Europe des Patries as opposed to further unification. In truth ideologies have lost their magnetism, wider matters are sidelined and domestic issues set the agenda.

I suppose we should not be surprised if the certainties of 20 years ago fade away and new relationships take their place.  Politics evolve – the terms Left and Right no longer mean much while always in Yeats’ words “Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold”.


SMD
16.06.18 Text Copyright © Sidney Donald 2018

Sunday, June 10, 2018

A POLITE "NO, THANK YOU"




In my crotchety old age, I am taken aback by how uncivil people have become. I am now in Greece for the summer and in my innocent way, attired in casual summer clothes and a dashing safari hat, I go for my daily constitutional walk in suburban Athens. I greet the locals with a friendly “Kali mera!” and I touch the rim of my hat in the time-honoured fashion. The reaction varies from completely ignoring me (mainly that’s the men) to a goggle-eyed look of horror and, very rarely, a muffled grunt. The Greeks are normally cheerful enough; I freely admit I am not the answer to every maiden’s prayer but I am not (yet) hideously sinister. Maybe the old convention of polite formal exchanges is withering on the modern vine.


I read too that the Moscow authorities are giving lessons to the Russian people on how to smile in anticipation of the influx of soccer World Cup supporters. I suppose we have got used to stone-faced Russians - think of dismal Kosygin, Gromyko and Lavrov, as unwelcoming a trio as you can imagine! I suppose the Russians have not had much to smile about for about a century but “Lighten up, Tovarich!”

Kosygin
Gromyko

Lavrov

Another rum encounter will take place in Singapore on 12 June, the much-hyped summit between Donald Trump and Kim Jong Un. This is a meeting of madmen and a meeting of minds is highly unlikely. Kim is a dynasty-obsessed oddball, wholly indifferent to world peace, with a horrendous human rights record. The chances of Kim relinquishing nuclear weapons are minimal. Donald Trump will behave like a fairground huckster, lie blatantly about his deal, and treat Kim as a dumb supplicant in a Trump property whizz. Trump is empty-headed, with no presidential qualities; the FBI head he fired, James Comey, described Trump as “…an unhappy person with a bottomless craving for affirmation”. He is hopelessly unrepresentative of true American values and traditions. His election was a disaster, made possible by the ineptitude of Hillary.


Talking of disastrous elections and inept lady leadership brings us to Theresa May and the Brexit negotiations. Her snap election on 8 June 2017 failed completely. The thin Tory majority was lost leaving the government dependent on the decidedly iffy Democratic Unionists, heirs to bigot Ian Paisley. Laughable Jeremy Corbyn gained seats and spurious credibility. A feebly-led government impregnated by wet Remainers, with only a handful of gallant dedicated Brexiteers is making a mess of Brexit with our country out-manoeuvred by Barnier for the EU and the Irish Republic tail wagging the UK dog. Efforts are being made to create Tory unity but progress is crab-like.


We long for a UK politician to tell the EU to start facilitating Brexit and stop interfering in our democratic processes. Otherwise we will leave unilaterally and withhold every penny of our £39bn exit fee. Running amok is not really the British style but the provocations are intense. Our No, Thank you (aka “get lost”) message to the EU is best delivered by a gentleman like Jacob Rees-Mogg, polite to a fault, intellectually focussed on the issues and as firm as English oak.

Barnier
Rees-Mogg

 Examples of British values and merits were lavishly illustrated yesterday as we revelled in matchless Trooping the Colour on TV. Military precision, pageantry, colour, style, evocative music, tradition within a modern Army, presided over by HM the Queen at 92 and supported by a fine line of princes and princesses. It enriched all viewers and quite simply make us proud to be citizens of this great and modern country.

The Mall, 9 June 2018


SMD
10.06.18
Text copyright © Sidney Donald 2018