The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York
Drawing on the possibilities of free invention encouraged by Surrealism, Joan Miró developed a style that drew from highly personalized and psychological references. Often beginning with a recognizable starting point, Miró transformed his subjects through whimsical color and free play with form.
Drawing on the possibilities of free invention encouraged by Surrealism, Joan Miró developed a style that drew from highly personalized and psychological references. Often beginning with a recognizable starting point, Miró transformed his subjects through whimsical color and free play with form.
Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum
"Rather than setting out to paint something, I begin painting and as I paint, the picture begins to assert itself.... The first stage is free, unconscious. The second stage is carefully calculated." – Joan Miró, born today in 1893. http://bit.ly/1DF3JXg
[Joan Miró. "Person Throwing a Stone at a Bird." 1926]
Happy birthday to Joan Miró, a pioneer of the Surrealist movement, born on this day in 1893.
Surrealist artist Joan Miró was born this day in 1893. Enjoy "Figure, Dog, Birds" (1946) from the Guggenheim collection:http://gu.gg/LRDuu
葡萄牙決定出售85幅米羅畫作，以挹注國庫。（法新社）2014-08-30 22:53
〔本報訊〕葡萄牙陷入財政危機，曾打算將政府持有的85幅西班牙畫家米羅（Joan Miro）的畫作出售，但首都里斯本的行政法院已保護文化遺產為由，阻止這批畫作流到國外，但在昨日法院更改判決，認定這85幅畫作不屬於文化遺產，意味這些畫可以出售到國外或進行拍賣。
專家評估這批畫作價值超過3640萬歐元（約14億3000萬台幣），是米羅最大量、最傑出的作品群之一，葡萄牙政府表示，這批畫作的所得將挹注國庫，這批畫作將運往倫敦進行拍賣，被譽為「有史以來最大規模藝術品拍賣」。
葡萄牙目前的國內失業率還高達14%，經濟也尚未從危機中恢復，再加上幫國內最大上市銀行聖靈銀行紓困，造成國庫空虛，讓原本被視為文化遺產的85幅米羅畫作將進行出售與拍賣以挹注國庫。
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[Joan Miró. "Hirondelle Amour." Barcelona, late fall 1933-winter 1934]](https://fbcdn-sphotos-a-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-xpa1/t31.0-8/p180x540/10854330_10153791438977281_226715907141461635_o.jpg)
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[Joan Miró. "Hirondelle Amour." Barcelona, late fall 1933-winter 1934]
Portugal Will Sell Those 85 Joan Miró Paintings After All
Joan Miró in 1935.
Photo: Carl Van Vechten. Via Wikimedia Commons.
Photo: Carl Van Vechten. Via Wikimedia Commons.
A Portuguese judge has overturned a previous ruling, which had banned the sale of 85 works by Joan Miró, Le Monde reports. The judge determined on Friday that the works would not be considered cultural heritage objects and thus would be able to leave the country for sale in London. The Portuguese government hopes to use proceeds from the sale to help bolster its diminutive coffers, following the banking crisis that has brought the country’s economy to a halt.
The paintings are estimated to be worth north of €36.4 million ($50.6 million). They were originally scheduled to be sold in Christie’s February sale. However, following massive public outcry and protests, they were pulled from that sale just hours before it was slated to begin.
In late March, it was announced that the works would go in Christie’s June sale in London. That sale was blocked in late April by a Lisbon judge who banned the works’ export from Portugal due to their significance to cultural heritage (see “Portugal Blocks Export of 85 Miró Paintings Ahead of Christie’s Sale“).
The 85 Miró pictures were originally part of the Banco Português de Negócios collection. The bank folded in 2008 with the government then assuming ownership of its collection.
Now, nearly $110 billion in debt, the state has sold off about $11 billion in assets. Whether objects of cultural heritage can be among that hoard has sparked fierce debate in the country.
作者寫到Miró過世。幾星期之後，自己也走了1900-84。我看了後面十幾頁，很有同情心和學問.....
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Roland Penrose
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Synopsis: The great surrealist
painter Joan Miro stands out among twenthieth-century masters for the
wit and spontaneity that pervade his work. Miro's art went through many
phases, and its major features--the birth of his signs and symbols, his
series of anguished peintures savages in the 1930's, his lyrical, poetic
gouaches, his monumental sculptures and ceramics, his unprecedented use
of poetic titles, and his attachment to nature and to the night--are
discussed here by Roland Penrose, a friend of the artist for nearly
fifty years.
Arts on the Air | 28.07.2010 | 16:30
Miro in Baden Baden
While collectors are prepared to pay millions of Euros for the opportunity to hang one of his canvases on their walls - for us lesser mortals without millions in our pockets, this exhibition in southern Germany gives a chance to admire Miro's exceptional work.
Report: Kate Hairsaine
Art Review | Joan Miró at MoMA
Miró, Serial Murderer of Artistic Conventions
Amputate tradition, torture the past, terrorize the present. The impulse to destroy was part of what made early Modern art the guerrilla movement it was.
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Joan
Miró: Painting and Anti-Painting 1927-1937, at the Museum of Modern
Art, includes, “The Two Philosophers,” 1936, oil on copper. More Photos »
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So in 1927, when Joan Miró said, “I want to assassinate painting,” he wasn’t saying anything new. What was new was the way he carried out his cutthroat task. That process is the subject of “Joan Miró: Painting and Anti-Painting 1927-1937,” an absorbing, invigorating and — Miró would be mortified — beautiful show at the Museum of Modern Art.
The exhibition illustrates, step by step, exactly how Miró stalked and attacked painting — zapped its conventions, messed up its history, spoiled its market value — through 12 distinct groups of experimental works produced over a decade. If, in the end, painting survived, that’s neither here nor there. The story’s the thing. Crisp, clear and chronological, the show reads like a combination of espionage yarn and psychological thriller set out in a dozen page-turning chapters.
In 1927 Miró was 34. He was a successful artist and an early devotee of Surrealism, working in a polished, fantastical-realist mode. But he had a restless temperament and lived in provoking times. The high-flying 1920s were winding down, the political climate was growing tense. Surrealism, he discovered, had limitations. He was ready for a radical change in art, but he realized that he would have to create it himself. He decided it would take the form of a crime. Painting would have to go. He would deliver the blow.
How to start? With dissection, which entailed taking painting apart, piece by piece, and throwing out essential things. This is what we see happening in the seven stark abstract paintings that open the show, all done in Paris in January to mid-February of 1927. The pictures look intact enough, with their handwritten phrases and clouds filled with dots, until you notice that something is missing: paint, or all but a minimal amount of it. Most of each picture is raw, untouched canvas on which the words and clouds drift like flotsam from a ship gone down.
A year later Miró gets rid of something else: skill. The wood panel used as a support in a piece called “Spanish Dancer I” is covered with a sheet of colored paper. A small rectangle of plain sandpaper is tacked on top of it. Glued to the sandpaper is a tiny cutout image of a woman’s shoe. That’s about it: no paint, almost no image, almost no artist.
Then in a third series the hands-on painter comes back with a vengeance to demolish art history. In a work called “Dutch Interior,” Miró takes an image of a lover serenading his lady, from a 17th-century painting, and turns it into a hostile clash of bloated, sluglike forms. So much for the golden age of Dutch realism. And you can kiss Renaissance idealism goodbye. In Miró’s version of the famous picture “La Fornarina,” Raphael’s beauteous sitter becomes a big brown blob with a leering red mouth and one yellow cat’s eye.
At least these paintings, with their bright colors and sharp outlines, are recognizably Miró-ish, which is not true of the collages that come next. If you happened to wander into this section cold, you’d think, “What drab, funky artist is this?” Not that the collages aren’t wonderful; they are, with their holes and glued-on circles, and stretches of industrial tar paper, which looks as if it might smell bad, yet suggests a starry sky.
By this point a certain pattern to Miró’s aggression becomes clear. In a rhythm of thrust and feint, he alternates direct attack on painting with turning his back on it, as if wishing it would go away. After the collages, he’s in attack mode again, wielding ridicule as a weapon in five oil paintings of preposterous size, seven feet high, the scale of altarpieces or imperial portraits but covered with scribbles, as if they were made by some cretinous child.
Who, in 1930, would have bought such daft things? Nobody, and the pictures went into storage. We can appreciate them now because they look so new and because we can see what Miró was up to. In these giant doodles, Kandinsky’s music-of-the-spheres abstraction takes a hit and falls to Earth.
There it is met — why not? we’ve seen everything else — by sculptures: squat, homely, nailed-wood things from 1931 and 1932. Although touched with grace notes of delicate painting — Miró was a fabulous brush technician — they are mostly about their baser accouterments: screws, chains, machine parts, sequins, a piece of bone, a single chickpea painted cobalt blue and encased in a tiny shrine.
By 1934, collage, assemblage, drawing and painting had blurred together into freakish hybrids that seem products less of objective experiment than of pathological obsession. Two drawing-collages on reflective paper from this time have an unhinged, fun-house look. A third, of uncertain date, combines ripped paper-doll figures with tied-on cardboard paint tubes resembling cartridge shells.
The whole piece looks derelict and must have even when new. That it survives is a miracle, though I wonder if Miró intended it to. Durability — timelessness, art is eternal and all that — was yet another aesthetic myth that he took pains to trash.
As Miró doggedly continued his assault on art in the 1930s, the world was assailing him. Fascism was on the rise across Europe. Events that would lead to the Spanish Civil War were brewing. At this time, he was living in the Catalan town of Montroig, a favorite retreat, but his anxiety was building. And as it grew, he returned to painting as if seeking solid ground.
In the fall of 1934 he finished a series of 15 extraordinary pastels on paper, most of them of single scowling, extravagantly sexualized figures so luridly colored and amorphously shaped that they look like walking cancers and oozing sores.
They were succeeded by small narrative paintings. Done in tempera on Masonite, and in oil on copper plates, like “The Two Philosophers,” their diminutive scale and assertive color gives them the toothsome innocence of fairy-tale illustrations. But they are not sweet or innocent: they are battle scenes from a psychic hell. They are also formally exquisite. For them Miró summoned all the virtuosity that in the cause of revolution he had labored so hard to suppress.
He makes just one more murderous lunge at tradition, in a series of paintings on Masonite panels from 1936. The attack is very physical and feels a bit desperate. In many ways this series brings him back to 1927. The pictures are abstract; he leaves the Masonite surface mostly bare. But what he adds has changed: oil stains, vomitlike substances and fecal-looking hunks of tar and dirt. In addition he hacks away at the surface, stabbing and gouging and leaving deep ruts and splintery scars.
At that point, with Spain in chaos, he leaves for Paris. The final picture in the show was done there. Titled “Still Life With Old Shoe, ” it is in a conventional oil-on-canvas medium, in semi-realist style, on a traditional theme. The search-and-destroy is over. Painting has survived and won. Miró as master painter, the new, oddly adorable artist of popular fame, more or less starts here.
He must have been exhausted. I was when I reached the last gallery, but exhilarated too because I felt I’d been through something: not the blockbuster slog but the experience of one artist’s creative process and the experience of an exhibition as a form of thinking. Like reading a book, the process makes you part of the trip, not just a witness to it.
In this case the trip is fairly demanding but one I suspect that audiences with even a casual interest in how art is conceived and made will enjoy. From beginning to end, the particular audience I had in mind was a special one, art students.
For them the show could serve as a manual of anti-authoritarian moves. Unpopular Mechanics of Painting, you might call it. But it could also be a guide to living a creative life. This is particularly true for students who are under pressure to choose a single medium (painting, say) and stay with it; to firm up a signature style and stay with it; to get to the market early and stay there.
To these requirements, the Miró show says: no, no, no. Change mediums, like habits, as often as possible. Make your signature look a no-look or every-look, and keep changing that. Get to the market early if you want, but then go home and stay there awhile and work. Then stay longer. Destroy the artist you think the world thinks you’re supposed to be, and you’ll start to find the artist you are.
*****
比較奇怪的是對法國Surrealist Manifesto創始者的資料還沒建檔, Paul Edouard, Gala Edouard,
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"The works must be conceived with fire in the soul but executed with clinical coolness." — Joan Miró
Question of the Day:
Who wrote the Surrealist Manifesto?
The writer of the Surrealist Manifesto was the charismatic French author and poet André Breton, who also subsequently started the Surrealist group of avant-garde artists and writers including figures such as Salvador Dalí, Eileen Agar, Paul Edouard, Gala Edouard, Max Ernst, Joan Miro and others. The group produced art based on the ideas advocated in the Surrealist Manifesto, thereby initiating the Surrealist Movement, "that sleeping beauty haunted with nightmares" in the words of Agar, which stormed across Europe with its fantastical and cauchemar-like depictions echoing Freudian psychoanalysis and the belief in the fundamental irrationality and animalism of minds and the world. Subsequently, many of these figures departed from the movement, and produced further art in response or criticism to it. A good example is Dali's collection, "Fourteen years after Surealism," shown in the Salvador Dali gallery on the Thames Water Path, London.
The writer of the Surrealist Manifesto was the charismatic French author and poet André Breton, who also subsequently started the Surrealist group of avant-garde artists and writers including figures such as Salvador Dalí, Eileen Agar, Paul Edouard, Gala Edouard, Max Ernst, Joan Miro and others. The group produced art based on the ideas advocated in the Surrealist Manifesto, thereby initiating the Surrealist Movement, "that sleeping beauty haunted with nightmares" in the words of Agar, which stormed across Europe with its fantastical and cauchemar-like depictions echoing Freudian psychoanalysis and the belief in the fundamental irrationality and animalism of minds and the world. Subsequently, many of these figures departed from the movement, and produced further art in response or criticism to it. A good example is Dali's collection, "Fourteen years after Surealism," shown in the Salvador Dali gallery on the Thames Water Path, London.
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