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PIERRE MAZARS
Giorgio de Chirico
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Giorgio de Chirico: Metaphysical Interior (Oil on canvas)
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clear skies and long shadows. He was right; in the fall objects are
stretched out. This provides a more poetic climate than the tradition-
al fall. It's the earth's period of convalescence. Summer is the fever-
ish period. Entirely too many people see life in the spring, and that's
death. There you have some idea of the atmosphere in which I was
painting during my 'metaphysical period'."
"Are you an inspired painter?"
"There is no inspiration in painting. Perhaps there is among the
poets. The public thinks that all of a sudden flames shoot up in the
artist's room, just as in the Old Testament. But the subject doesn't
mean anything; the essential basis is the quality. When a painting
has great quality, it becomes everything; it's music, it's poetry. A
beautiful picture is first of all matter. Poussin and Velasquez were,
before anything else, superior artisans. Technique counts more than
anything else."
"And today?"
"Today there's nothing but equivocation and bad faith. Works are
not supposed to distract the public from what's fashionable. As an
example, take the case of the French poet Vincent Muselli whose
verses I know by heart. You can't imagine the trouble I have to go
to in order to obtain his works. It's much the same with Andre
Derain whom I knew well and who is the only painter today who
has made some contribution."
"And Picasso?"
"I knew him well, too. I think highly of him. But his paintings
might as easily not be painted. A sketch would be enough. Picasso is
more cerebral than plastic. What is startling in him is his humor.
One day when the Russian painter Kokoschka was mentioned in his
presence, he exclaimed: 'That's the Czech word for cocaine, isn't it?'
"From those days in Paris I also remember Jean Paulhan. He's a
man who doesn't talk; instead he says all the time: 'Ah . . . Oh ...
I say.' He always looks astonished. Once he gave me a small book
of Madagascan literature. I learned from it that their word for moon
is 'rano,' if I remember correctly. The book was small enough to fit
in your vest pocket. There were many blank pages in it, a huge
title, and a dedication. All that's a kind of system among the writers.
They and the painters want to be original whatever the price. But
the best originality is to paint well. Those who understand painting
the least are the ones who concern themselves with it the most.
Workers have a better sense of painting than critics who are always
trying to seem intelligent."
"Which painters do you like?"
"Vuillard, especially certain aspects of his bourgeois salons and
remote spots of Paris. I find him superior to Bonnard. I remember
one of his canvases: a dentist's office. Extraordinary thing. There is
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something mysterious about all those ladies bent over next to a lamp.
He's a painter who has great appeal for me."
"And among the younger painters?"
"I'm not familiar with them. There's probably no one. I see no
one of interest. It's all over with painting anyway. And with civiliza-
tion, too. But the end won't come within the next ten years; we'll
have time to die. Today they're making atom bombs and sending
Argonauts into space; but just think of what a student of Leonardo's
painted and then of what is being painted today."
"When did this decadence begin?"
"With Impressionism, for reasons no one recognizes: because of
the progress of industry. Until Courbet's time, artists had a job: to be
painters. Then industrial colors and oils came along. Colors were
standardized and manufactured as though they were tinned goods.
Then Impressionism began. People pretended it was an answer to the
need for light and air. Imagine that-as though there were no light
and air in Claude Lorrain's paintings. What happened was that paint-
ers who couldn't paint well began looking elsewhere. Take an exam-
ple: in London I saw a painting by Monet, depicting some water,
hung right next to a Ruysdael. In that position, the Monet appeared
black.
"A man who restores old paintings told me the other day that if
Titian were to come back into our midst and wanted to paint, he
wouldn't find any of the materials he had used. He'd end up by doing
charcoal sketches."
"Do you prepare your own colors?"
"Yes, and I also look after my own canvases and coatings."
"It's said you still do paintings in the spirit of your 'metaphysical
period'."
"That's right. The one I'm exhibiting in Venice-the locomotive
stopped next to a tower-was painted a short while ago. But modern
painting is full of falseness. It's extraordinary how much of it there
is. You go after a beggar who has stolen bread, but there's no law
against those who falsify art."
"You're not at ease in this age."
"Ah, no. But I've got used to it. I've grown accustomed to this
wdrld-as Mithradates got used to poison."
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