Word: delacroix
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...show was a tumultuous Wild Animal Hunt by Bernard Lorjou, who, at 40, is considered a promising "young" painter in France and has never exhibited in the U.S. To some mid-20th Century eyes, Lorjou's Hunt might look like a wild burlesque of one by Delacroix. But in the mid-19th Century, Delacroix' own hunt pictures had seemed like parodies of Rubens'. Lorjou's muscular distortions and crackling, fiery colors were more emotional than artful, yet there was art in them as well...
...Rose Horse. But moderns were more interested in what Delacroix had thought about color, for his free & easy use of it sometimes foreshadowed the Fauves ("Wild Beasts") and modern art. In last week's Saturday Review of Literature, Critic James Thrall Soby described the storm that one of his canvases, La Justice de Trajan, raised in the Salon of 1840: "The picture barely survived the Salon's jury, an astonishing fact when we consider that Delacroix had been painting professionally for more than 20 years and was famous throughout Europe . . . Once accepted and hung, the picture created...
Poet Charles Baudelaire had eventually come to Delacroix' defense with the simple assertion that, whether or not such a horse ever existed, the painter was perfectly justified in inventing it. Even with such a shield-bearer, Delacroix lost the battle. When he died in 1863, almost everyone still agreed that his rose horse was awful...
...Brand New Horror. To Delacroix, color was a means of expressing thought and feeling; he saw no point in mixing his pigments in slavish imitation of natural hues. And in time his heresy became modernist orthodoxy. Though his contemporaries sometimes considered him just a prodigiously talented nut, posterity had, in fact, carried his philosophy of art to a subjective extreme that would have left Delacroix himself speechless with horror...
Last week the Société des Amis d'Eugène Delacroix, which now rents the master's quiet Left Bank studio for exhibition purposes, was sputtering through its collective white spade beard about a brand-new horror. At year's end Delacroix' place would be up for sale, and rumor had it that a nightclub was dickering for the property. The Société felt that Delacroix, who had been a close friend of Chopin, would conceivably have found le jazz hot even weirder than the art of his modernist descendents...