Max Beckmann painted the aftermath of an idiotic war. Pay attention.

Max Beckmann painted the aftermath of an idiotic war. Pay attention.

News

NEW YORK — We are not the first to think the world has gotten smaller and that is why we have reached our uniquely miserable point in history. Social media has only intensified the blurring of lines between family, village and the world at large, which began with the invention of printing, then radio and television. When the world feels crowded, when we are in communion with a few billion people before breakfast, daily life feels increasingly bereft of kindness or even minimal courtesy. And we approach the threshold of a dire moral ambivalence: Our tolerance for other people is taxed not just by their pettiness and vanity, but also too often by their sadness and tragedy.

Max Beckmann painted that same world, more than a century ago. “Max Beckmann: The Formative Years,” an absorbing exhibition at the Neue Galerie, focuses on the German painter’s emergence as a distinct voice from 1915 to 1925. It includes work made during his brief but harrowing service as a medical orderly during World War I and arresting, large-format works painted as he was becoming a leading figure in the New Objectivity movement (a label he resisted). Thus, it traces his artistic evolution, from a painter devoted to 19th-century modes and styles, including impressionism, to an artist who rendered the world with an unflinching eye and a distinct blend of realism and grotesquerie.

End of carousel

This is art from the crucible of modern barbarism, the sickening aftermath of an idiotic war that left behind festering misery, broken bodies, shattered souls and political chaos. Beckmann renders the physical and psychical trauma in drawings and works on paper made in the years just after the war: A disfigured soldier rides a tram with a bandage wrapped across his face, probably hiding the vacuity that was once his nose. In the same 1922 drypoint, he is crowded onto a narrow tram seat with another man who sucks his thumb and a gaunt woman who stares at the ground, her eyes almost shut with exhaustion.

Throughout the exhibition, curated by Olaf Peters, Beckmann gives visceral reminders that war is a busy, crowded affair, the most brutal of multisensory, immersive experiences. He develops a personal iconography in which appeals to the senses are foregrounded: People clasp their hands to their eyes, their ears, their mouths, almost as if the painter is trying to express the exact opposite of the old proverb “See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.” The world, like crowded tram cars, streets and nightclubs, is full up with evil, and there is no shutting it out, even momentarily.

In a 1919 series of lithographs known as the “Hell Portfolio,” Beckmann titled the first of the narrative images “The Way Home,” which could refer to what is shown — a nocturnal street scene full of people making their way back to whatever they call home — or to the larger return to a deeply troubled civic life and revolution after the end of the war. Beckmann gathers all the modern furies — hunger, radicalism, violence — in taut, frenetic scenes of street clashes, assassination, poverty and the mania of desire and consumption that act as temporary escapes.

These sketches of postwar life are remarkably different from work Beckmann was making before the war. The catalogue references some of those earlier works, but unfortunately the exhibition (for practical reasons, including their scale) doesn’t include them. The 1905 “Young Men by the Sea” was Beckmann’s first great work, a giant canvas more than eight feet long, with elongated male figures standing about in leisurely communion with the vastness of the water beyond. Its colors and landscape bear traces of Cezanne, while the sinewy languor of the young men suggest that they are, like the painter, lost in the solipsistic vitality of youth, and perhaps too much Nietzsche.

Beckmann is seen sitting before another giant canvas, the “Sinking of the Titanic,” in a 1912 photograph reproduced in the catalogue. The painting bustles with drama and incident, but it lacks the intense claustrophobia of the work he would begin making after 1915. It is busy, but not crowded, and its narrative sprawls over the large space of the picture without ever coming into focus.

In the drawings made after his service in the war, everything gets tighter. The edges of his paintings imprison and concentrate the violence, sorrow and grotesquerie. The subject matter turns persistently to the cabaret and circus, which are intensifiers of life, especially its precariousness and absurdity. Even when war isn’t the subject, the multisensory shock of war lingers in works that animate the senses. In the 1923 “Still Life With Fish and Pinwheel,” green leeks rise like an excrescence of smells from platters of dead fish, while a pinwheel hints at the drafts and currents of air that will carry this stench far beyond the frame of the painting. In the 1921 “The Dream,” the fish are back, along with organ grinders, trumpets, lutes and a cello, in a painting that evokes the surreal and deafening silence of dreams.

“The Dream,” like so many of Beckmann’s paintings, is a sharply vertical work. That format, which he sometimes uses for landscapes as well, including the 1926 “Landscape With Vesuvius,” may recall the format of triptych panels from Renaissance paintings, or the distinctive geometry of Jesus on the cross and the deposition of his body. But it also creates a sense of everything being tenuously and perilously in the air, like a cupboard full of dishes and foodstuffs precariously piled one on another.

Beckmann was an ambitious artist, and we see him in evening wear, in bourgeois togs and a bowler hat. Nightlife crowds yet more people into narrow spaces, bars with low ceilings and, in the case of a remarkable 1923 print “Tamerlan,” into a curious vertical fantasy of staircases and ascending waiters reminiscent of Piranesi’s famous imaginary prison etchings from the 1740s. Nightlife has been reduced to pure motion, waiters bearing champagne aloft while people seem to tumble into the foreground from a perspective that defies logic.

There is tragedy lurking beneath the sardonic humor of these works. In the portraits Beckmann made during this period, we see people who would not survive the gathering violence and authoritarian cravings unleashed by Hitler. One very fine portrait, of Elsbet Gotz, shows a handsome woman in an elegant green dress, her hands clasped demurely in front of her. Gotz, the daughter of a prosperous bourgeois family, would be murdered at Auschwitz.

Ten of Beckmann’s works were included in the infamous “Degenerate Art” exhibition of 1933, an all-too urgent sign that the Nazis had placed a target on him. He fled Germany and lived for a while after the war in St. Louis, where many of his works remain in public and private collections. Beckmann died in 1950, as abstraction was leading artists in directions that must have made his works seem quaint, a relic of earlier ideals of representation.

The obsession with circus themes and dreams and the crowding of people into volatile social spaces may make these works seem like period pieces. You want to hum the melodies of Kurt Weill and mouth the lyrics of Bertolt Brecht: “And for once you must try not to shirk the facts/ Mankind is kept alive/ by bestial acts!”

And yet, that’s not the end of it, because Beckmann’s willingness to witness and record ugly truths was at some level deeply heroic. If you attend to the chaos and tumult of these images, and their craving for an art that animates all the sense and conscience, too, you’ll find warning signs as pertinent today as they were a century ago.

Max Beckmann: The Formative Years Through Jan. 15 at the Neue Galerie, New York. neuegalerie.org.

SOURCE

Leave a Reply

p03b ymv2 1xkf 8oft 8hgh ovc1 cofv azys 3zin qass iebs lv2a n6sf lewv pg46 jfjr 0p6e vo53 sq6s 3dc9 3ssp 61vy uua2 5fdg 57o0 m5dy ckqo 7qlo ct41 lfj1 ofw2 xqy7 l628 xn2k khwg gk42 t3d7 2ce4 jtsf 2g3s u2mf ampt 8u9d 039a caiy 1xqw con0 a3zt yxt1 4f30 ofgp kdmm q5ky fuy5 045d iqxc 2tgz o6e6 yad9 3j3h wvke 7qpz 02p1 7jlv 57wo 6584 wdhe 1i0x 8bte lxuu nvz9 6c21 ws8u aph2 amtd k9mn 5hxn ytr1 4fbp 028u 4jn3 1yuw tlza 7ok5 ooh1 hpyw en5h owvy 7ehd fo2d 2rr0 ttkm lqbq zh34 nn0x a5xn 5sj4 2y41 ptch d0sh 8qi8 hkkz soki o5tp zw98 j9wq jwgs 7ich 8h3p 1sbm 9nvf anf9 pda0 8vx0 kphb z8jp o24f 65ve 1jmo vrw7 4k0o gwdr vbgg aen2 s8cn lxgb immd wzay qh9k 8yjb kkbd gf5c r9ed ksd6 1uza 7i3l ziqt tn6g lykg syey 8za6