by Margarita Nieto
| (Bakersfield Art Museum, Bakersfield) Like his contemporaries, Picasso, Braque, Miro, and Klee, Marc Chagall's contributions to the history of art in this century are unquestioned. And yet, this assent in and of itself poses a problem in that our perception of what Chagall accomplished and how he did it, becomes blurred. Examination is no longer necessary. For that reason, this thoughtful and meticulous exhibition, organized by guest curator Charlotte Sherman, the Associate Director of the Heritage Gallery, offers an opportunity to revisit Chagall's unique and profound visual language. And by focusing the exhibition exclusively on works on paper, we again become aware of another shared aspect with Picasso, for like him, Chagall had a lifelong romance with paper, most particularly with the technical demands of etchings and lithography. Beyond that the proof of the artist's hand is best exposed in the line on paper. By organizing this exhibition chronologically Sherman allows the viewer to absorb the development of the mastery of line so synonymous with Chagall beginning with the suite Mein Leben (My Life) [1922], which Chagall executed in Berlin for the publisher, Paul Cassirir. In it, Chagall recalls images drawn from his birthplace, Vitebsk (today, Belarus), Russia, where he was born in 1887 and where he married his wife, Bella in 1914. Poignant memories, both conscious and unconscious are evoked. First, his birth, in Birth [1922/1923] in which his mother lies naked on a bed. The midwife bathes the newborn Marc in a wooden |
Le Dimanche (Sunday), color "L'Offrande (The Offering)," hand |
| L'Offrande (The Offering) [1944/945] is simultaneously color blocks of green, purple, violet and shades of yellow, with a series of curving arcs. The flowing, suspended figures reveal the artist seated at his easel, almost enclosed within the body-arc of an acrobat offering a bouquet of flowers. Below and also enclosed in a half circle, lies the village of memory, a crescent moon shining over it and two lovers caught for eternity within their embrace and within the painter's eye. A single dove takes flight. A signature piece, it is indeed an offering of warmth and affection, a memory of the playful, imaginative spirit of one of the masters of this century. |
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