Olympian Moments in Art

Every four years, the globe celebrates the boundaries that divide it into countries by uniting as one spirit  to glorify the collective we call the human race. It is a marvelous and captivating time which has most of us spectators glued to some form of medium to share this message of unity.

To be honest, it is all about triumph: where winning is the measurement of device: the fastest are measured in milliseconds; perfection is measured by decimal points; the strongest are measured in milligrams; distance is measured by millimeters; and, splash is measured in milliliters.

Victory is determined in fractions. Execution is calculated in years.

These athletes spend their entire lives preparing for the game, the routine, the race, the lift, the shot, the dive. Every waking moment, whether physically, psychologically, or mentally they are preparing, practicing, pondering, dreaming, imagining that they are standing on the top of the podium in the throne of the gods.

It is hard not to be caught up in their dominion. Even as a spectator we feel a part of their achievement.

Olympian moments in art are no different, although most certainly, not the same.

Years upon years might be dedicated to a cycle, a suite, a series and even the documentation or catalogue raisonne to an artist’s particular oeuvre.

March Chagall dedicated a total of twenty five years working on the one hundred five etchings of the Bible Series. Although his dedication was at times intermittent, a quarter of a century was dedicated to the Bible, which Chagall felt was, “the finest piece of poetry every written“.

In fact, Meyer Schapiro, the great art historian said, “If we had nothing of Chagall but his Bible, he would be for us a great modern artist.”

Pablo Picasso, as an octogenarian, completed the three hundred forty seven etching of the 347 Series in a mere seven months. From March 16th to October 5th of 1968, just five years before his death, Picasso displayed his technical grasp in the medium of etching by averaging almost thirteen etchings per week!

The great Dutch artist, Rembrandt, took almost seven years to complete his (greatest) drypoint etching, Christ Healing the Sick also known as The Hundred Guilder, which he completed in 1649.

Christopher White, who wrote a consummate two volume catalogue raisonne on Rembrandt,  Rembrandt’s Etchings. An Illustrated Critical Catalogue said this etching was the “apotheosis of Rembrandt’s activity in etching…”

Albrecht Durer, the progenitor of graphic art in Western civilization started the sixteen woodcuts of the Apocalypse series during his first bachelor journey to Italy in 1494-5 and published them a mere three years later in 1498 (at the tender age of twenty seven).

Adam von Bartsch, curator of the Albertina in Vienna worked tirelessly until his death and spent his last eighteen years to complete his catalogue raisonne of the Italian and Northern school of engraver-painters in no less than twenty-one volumes.

Daniel Wildenstein spent over thirty years compiling his four volume opus of Claude Monet’s oeuvre of original work.

Christian and Yvonne Zervos began cataloguing Picasso’s unique work in 1932 and it was finished posthumously in 1970. The catalogue raisonne encompasses thirty-three volumes.

Frits Lugt is but another Olympian. He not only compiled a catalogue raisonne dedicated to collector’s stamps throughout history (1921) he also worked on a supplement to his original work which he published in 1956. In total, this man spent fifty-seven years of his life dedicated to researching collectors’ stamps throughout history.

The same heart and dedication is shared whether one is an athlete, artist or scholar; because, what they have is immeasurable. They all deserve to exist on the throne of the gods.

Art history is no different. It is full of Olympian moments.

The Art of Passion

I tend to be neglectful when I am in the middle of translating a new document. Whether it is an article or a blog, whether it is journalism or a diary, both are consuming in their own way and one would like to think that what we are reporting or sharing is worth the time of the reader.

This document I am translating is devoted to the nineteen engravings from the Saints and Apostles by Albrecht Durer (which I hope to finish through weekend). I do not know much about the Apostles and I know very little about being a Saint.

With that being said, I am translating the German language, from the catalogue raisonne by Joseph Meder, which I do not pretend to fully understand, for an artist like Albrecht Durer who I pretend I do fully understand.

But let us make no make mistake about it, being a far better enthusiast than a scholar, I am driven more by passion than expertise.

Under normal circumstances that might bother me, but some of the greatest documents in art history were gleaned by individuals like Walter Strauss (Founder of Alibris books), who I was told was at one time a toy manufacturer and became a luminary on Durer; or, Frits Lugt, who became a man of means by marriage and was content documenting collectors’ stamps and evolved into a leading authority on Rembrandt.

In the art world, these are names that are far more than just footnotes in art history; and, I am not saying I am on the same playing field as these individuals. In fact, I do not profess to even be in the same arena. But, I am saying I understand their passion. It is innate. Visceral. Autonomic.

It is no different than breathing (and I love breathing) or my beating heart. Without ever thinking about either, I just breathe it. This is how I feel about sharing this passion.

In short, I simply love it without ever having to think about how much I love art itself or sharing this passion.

It might be because I am not an artist. Or, in a previous life I was a pencil or a copper plate. I don’t know.

In as much, Carl Jung was right! He said, “A great work of art is like a dream; for all its apparent obviousness it does not explain itself and it is never unequivocal.”

I cannot explain myself either, but my passion is undeniable.

Thanks for listening.

Albrecht Durer: A Legacy Earned

The significance and contribution of Albrecht Durer to the art community is not only amazing but also a source of wonder as to how understated it is. Yet, he was not only collected by enthusiasts but artists, and he was imitated as well.

His woodcuts and engravings were collected from the Mediterranean to the North Sea. They were in the hands of such artists as Italian Renaissance masters as Raphael, Montegna, and Bellini.

Albrecht Durer’s print oeuvre was found in the collections of such dignitaries as Henry VIII of England, King Christian II of Scandinavia, Emperor Maximillian I (of course), Princess Margaret, Regent of the Netherlands, Maximilian’s grandson Charles V, and even the son of Christopher Columbus, Ferdinand.

Raphael’s own masterpiece, Christ Bearing the Cross (c. 1516) borrowed the figure of Christ from Albrecht Durer’s woodcut, Christ Bearing the Cross (1509) from the Small Passion.

Tintoretto, the great Italian Mannerist of the Venetian school, mirrored the Holy Father holding the body of Christ in the Lamentation (c. 1560).

Its source came from Albrecht Durer’s woodcut, Trinity (1511).

El Greco, the Spanish Mannerist also borrowed from Durer’s Trinity, absorbing outlines and content in his work, The Throne of Grace (1577).

Even Rembrandt, the great Dutch painter and printmaker echoed the figure of Christ in his etching, Christ Driving the Money Changers from the Temple (1638).

Its design came from the Albrecht Durer woodcut (of the same name) from the Small Passion (1509-1511).

Impressive enough; however, one of Albrecht Durer’s most incredible legacies involves the Italian Renaissance master, Michelangelo,  who reportedly told Charles V in a conversation that if he were not Michelangelo he would rather be Albrecht Durer than the Emperor.

Quite a tribute to Albrecht Durer: a legacy earned.

Excuse My Self-Cultivation

It is difficult to promote or self-cultivate. At least for me, it is.

It is one thing to pontificate the significance and the beauty of one so deserving as Albrecht Durer; or, any number of masters through the ages. But it is quite another to take a step back from what I truly love to do and promote a new offering on Durerpost that I believe will do nothing less than enhance an art lover’s appreciation of art even more.

At least, that is how I justify it to myself.

I have often said that an artist spends a lifetime creating an oeuvre that will be admired through time. But it takes a scholar or enthusiast another lifetime documenting that oeuvre in tomes called, catalogues raisonnnes.

These exhaustive studies are just as important to the collector as they are to the art itself.

There are to date, approximately 1400 catalogues raisonnes in existence and most are housed in an incredible institution called the Wildenstein Institute or indexed on-line at Print Council of America by the artist surname.

The list that is compiled on Durerpost is not as vast, but it is just as informative (and free via opt-in). It is based on the graphic oeuvre of my most favorite artists, including: Durer, Rembrandt, Goya, Whistler, Sisley, Pissaro, Cezanne, Manet, Icart, Gauguin, Maillol, Lautrec, Escher, Vlaminck, Matisse, Renoir, Villon, Erte, Dali, Chagall, Picasso, Braque, Miro, as well as those raisonnes dedicated to watermarks and collectors stamps.

Again, forgive this moment of self-promotion. I do this, so I can return to the matter at hand: to cultivate and promulgate the beauty and mystery of that discipline we call art.

The Genius of Originality

Sigmund Freud once said that, “…artistic talent is still a psychological riddle”.

I have often thought about what it is that differentiates a master from an artist: those individuals who are written into history as an experience and not just a by-product of it.

I believe that talent is not a mark of genius or creativity; nor,  is creativity a mark of talent or genius; nor, do I think that genius is a mark of creativity or talent. (Sorry for the lesson in Boolean algebra.)

Creativity, genius and talent are all a mark of originality. And originality is a discipline to a style that
inherently becomes one’s own.

Originality becomes a recognizable trademark of the master so even if we, the audience, have never seen this particular piece of art before, we are still able to identify it with that particular artist.

A woodcut or engraving by Albrecht Durer is identifiable by his use of eliptical-linear lines adding a three dimensional aspect and his off-center perspective (the golden section). Although accomplished, both  Schongauer and Goltzius are different in appearance.

The etchings and drypoints of Rembrandt are unmistakeable because of his impossibly-rich burr and meticulous use of cross-hatching which enhanced his use of chiarscuro. Whether the print is a Biblical scene, a portrait, a landscape, an allegory or any other genre, his print oevure is distinct.

Miro employed his playful use of his biomorphs.

Chagall had his reocurring motifs of floating lovers, farm animals with human eyes, fiddlers on roofs.

Picasso utilized his multi-dimensional perspective of cubism.

Goya wielded his burin in satirical renderings of the elite.

These artists distinguished themselves by their brilliance which is not a measure of watts but wit. They have separated themselves not just because they are remembered over time, but in tomes.

These artists have distinguished themselves by being original.

That is the genius of their art!