Arshile Gorky, Philadelphia Museum Of Art

ARSHILE GORKY, PHILADELPHIA MUSEUM OF ART
By Ariella Budick

FT
November 2 2009 23:13

The case of Arshile Gorky proves that originality doesn’t matter much.

That is hardly surprising: imitation has regularly trumped innovation
throughout the history of art; it would not have occurred to most
medieval window-makers to do something that had never been done
before. The 20th-century avant-garde shared a worship of originality,
yet Gorky, one of its founding brothers, derived most of his style and
imagery from fellow pioneers. To follow his career is to surf waves
of indebtedness to Cezanne, Picasso, Miro, Matta and Tanguy. Their
examples nourished and comforted him.

‘Organization’ (c1933-36) The Armenian was born Vosdanik Adoian in
an Ottoman village on the shores of Lake Van around 1904. During
the Armenian genocide in 1915, the family was forced out of the
region and the boy watched his mother die of starvation. In 1920,
he made his way to the US, where his father had emigrated a decade
earlier. But the teenager soon cut the relationship off, blaming his
father for abandoning the family.

By 1925 he had adopted a colourful pseudonym and a mythic past.

Arshile (or Arshele, as he spelled it then) is Russian for Achilles,
and Maxim Gorky was a literary titan whom the artist claimed as a
cousin – when he wasn’t declaring himself kin to a Georgian prince. An
annual report for New York’s Grand Central School of Art, where he
taught, conveyed that he had been born in Nizhny Novgorod and that he
had graduated from that city’s art school before going on to study at
the Academie Julian in Paris. Gorky was scrupulous about acquiring
prestige by association: he took Picasso’s birth date, October 25,
as his own.

Gorky put his awful past and true ancestry behind him. From the start,
the self-taught artist adopted a parade of father substitutes, men
he never met but whose implicit guidance he abjectly accepted. He
loved these strangers and he learnt to speak their languages with
increasing eloquence.

The first was Cezanne. Fascinated by the Frenchman’s notorious
perseverance in the face of failure, and inspired by his unique
command of spatial relationships, Gorky copied his paintings from
books and public collections. The first room of the show brims with
Cezanne lookalikes, including a slightly surreal rendering of Staten
Island as a suburb of Aix-en-Provence, with eucalyptus trees swaying
between ochre roofs and limpid Mediterranean skies.

‘The Artist and His Mother’ (c1926-36) By 1927, Gorky had switched
allegiances. "I feel Picasso running through my fingertips,"
he announced. The stark linearity of the Spaniard’s neo-classical
period inspired "The Artist and his Mother", Gorky’s tender, tragic
self-portrait with the parent who perished in his arms. Fortunately,
he had found himself a fantastically chameleonic role model, which
allowed him to produce a broad range of tributes. "Organization",
for example, is an ambitious reaction to his idol’s surreal "Studio"
of 1927-28. In it, Gorky mimics the stylistic quirks, the signature
distortions, the grid-like structure and use of black lines to map
out the composition. "If he drips, I drip," Gorky supposedly declared.

As Picasso darted from synthetic cubism to linear classicism, Gorky
sprinted right behind. If Picasso did Ingres, Gorky did Picasso doing
Ingres. As Picasso dodged between abstraction and representation,
Gorky descended into multiple personality disorder, channelling
Picasso, Leger, Kandinsky, Miro and de Chirico all at once.

Gorky was a terrific draughtsman, though, with an imaginative eye and
meticulous technique and, by the 1940s, the multi-mentored disciple
had come into his own as the author of lavish symphonies of line and
colour. "The Liver is the Cock’s Comb", the masterpiece of Gorky’s
maturity, vibrates with warbling crimsons, oranges and golds, its
abstruse codes buried beneath layers of shimmering hues. "The Scent
of Apricots on the Fields" (1944) remakes Cezanne in molten washes
of citrus and mauve. Yet underlining those biomorphic swirls lay the
strokes of Gorky’s vigorous pencil. He overlaid linear, even academic
studies with opulent whorls of paint.

Gorky both invites and repels our efforts to understand his imagery.

Curvaceous and fleshy, intermittently jittery and languorous, it
implies specific meanings that we strain to decipher. But the work’s
power springs precisely from its elusiveness.

‘The Liver is the Cock’s Comb’ (c1943) Even at his creative peak,
Gorky was still looking and learning from others. By the 1940s,
it was the Surrealists, who arrived from Europe hauling a darker,
spikier conception of life’s snares. Gorky’s joyful canvases began to
brim with vampiric symbols of female sexuality and erotic horror. The
Surrealist sensibility chimed with Gorky’s darkening temper. In January
1946, a studio fire destroyed a trove of his work. In March, he was
diagnosed with cancer and underwent surgery. In June 1948, a car crash
fractured his neck and left his painting arm temporary useless. Soon
afterwards, his wife slept with his best friend. These events took
their toll on his already fragile psyche. He hanged himself in 1948.

Gorky may have mined and even mimed the discoveries of his
contemporaries, but he had his own singular flair. He could draw
better than almost any of them and he had an unrivalled sense of
colour. This retrospective at the Philadelphia Museum of Art makes
clear that style is merely a form of language, not its content. And
just as Gorky adopted English, the language of his new home, he also
adapted his colleagues’ techniques, using them to speak with his own
inalienable passion.

From: Emil Lazarian | Ararat NewsPress

Emil Lazarian

“I should like to see any power of the world destroy this race, this small tribe of unimportant people, whose wars have all been fought and lost, whose structures have crumbled, literature is unread, music is unheard, and prayers are no more answered. Go ahead, destroy Armenia . See if you can do it. Send them into the desert without bread or water. Burn their homes and churches. Then see if they will not laugh, sing and pray again. For when two of them meet anywhere in the world, see if they will not create a New Armenia.” - WS