|It was when I visited a friend
in Rotterdam that I first saw a sculpture of Ossip Zadkine in the real.
The German Nazis, sending their bombers, had created a wasteland out of
downtown Rotterdam. The hustle and bustle that was so intrinsically a sign
of this pre-war quarter, made room for rubble. Later, after the war, a
large empty square filled part of the void left by the bombers. And soon,
the purposefully 'functional,' modern architecture of the time began to
occupy the margins of this, in many ways, sterile location. The glistening
reflections of the light of day, mirrored in the water of the windswept
harbor basin, are perhaps the most lively item here, apart from a few pedestrians
hurrying across the widy expanse of the square.
De verwoeste stad (1951-1953). Photo by Ziko
|It was here, almost at the edge
of the water, that Ossip Zadkine placed his work, The City Laid Waste
(De verwoeste stad). It was a work he began six years after the war,
in 1951 and completed in 1953.
The sculpture was also given the
alternative, perhaps initial title City Without Heart.
Does is refer to the fact that
the heart of Rotterdam, its historic center vanished when the bombs fell?
Is it primarily referring to the loss of lives - the lives of so
many inhabitants who lived and perished in this quarter? The aggression
that inflicted the wound - did it tear the heart out of living women and
men; did it cut a deep hole into their tormented bodies?
We see a human figure, its entire
body slanted, leaning backwards to an extent that is physiologically
impossible (without risking to actually fall and hit the ground). The figure
is lifting its arms towards the sky, as if warding off or hoping desparately
to ward off the terrible.
Part of photo by Ziko (2008)*
|The body of the figure is almost
It lends movement, a strange dynamics
to the figure. As if it is already turning around and ready to flee.
Beginning, in fact, to flee.
The position of the disfigured hands
and the 'frozen' moment of frantic 'motion' they express, indicate helplessness.
The slanted head, its eyes facing
the sun, reveals the terror experienced.
Are these breasts I see? A voluminous
thigh? Is it, after all, a women who is facing death, who is facing the
Photo by K. Siereveld (2007)*
Looking from another angle, we recognize
Zadkine's readiness to employ stilistic traits not unknown to cubism as
well as constructivism. It is befitting of a square lined by the kind of
architecture we see here. It is befitting to the 'theme' which also includes
the notion of 'industrialized war,' mechanized mass killing reliant on
modern industry, modern technology. The immense productive forces developed
by men in our age have been turned into destructive forces. If, under capitalism,
in its imperialist phase, man more than ever has been turned into a machine
that kills, if man eats man (as Lu Xun noted so aptly), then its is befitting
to show the victim as well in a way befitting to the spirit of the
time. Filled with human emotions such as deep anxiety, terror-stricken,
even, its limbs nonetheless are visible to us as constructive elements.
Curves, smooth, rounded edges are visible, though: they have replaced the
straight lines and sharp angles of 'pure' constructivism.
Holes appear. The void between the
outstretched arms that flows into the sky. The emptiness between the twisted
legs that is formed by these legs and the ground they undoubtedly touch.
Yes, these legs that project a sense of 'standing there,'
facing something, and of 'turning,' that is to say, of the
beginning movement of flight, also form a hole between themselves and the
earth. The third hole or opening of this sculpture is the most irritating,
and even scary. We see the sky through the slit that has been ripped open,
in this human body. Is it the letal wound, suffered at the very moment
when the imminent danger of death was recognized? Do we witness the moment
of dying? A dying person facing the sun, the blue of the sky, the arriving
bombers, the bombs dropped? We who are facing the sky at this very location
where so many died, where so many bones are perhaps remaining unearthed
forever, transformed as they were into ashes and dust and pain, we are
for a moment in the position of the people who perished. Looking up, up
to our sister, our brother, a fellow human being, tormented, suffering,
because of war.
Photo by Rogier Bos (2005?)*
Photo by F. Eveleens (2007)*
|Zadkine's 'Prometheus' was created
in 1954 out of a tree-trunk. It was subsequently cast in bronze by the
artist. The sculpture was acquired by the 'Municipal and University Library'
of Frankfurt in 1965.
A Frankfurt art critic, Petra Schwerdtner, noted in 2001:
"One hardly recognizes a realistic,
anatomical order in his figures. And yet, they remain attached to reality.
Larger than life, this bronze
Prometheus, stands in front of a concrete wall. [...] Zadkine's
us as enigmatic and mystical, due to his two faces. Looking at it frontally,
we meet the look of two displaced eyes, and note the mouth and nose which
the artist has scratched into the material.
With long strides, his wide,
flowing robe trailing him, the bringer of fire and founder of culture
hurries towards the onlooker and, at the same time, past him. Into the
room where visitors of the library have access to comprehensive knowledge
[...]. The front side of the figure is dominated by fire. Prometheus isn't
carrying the blazing flames in front of him but he is connected with them.
Here, the Titan is not only a mediator of art and culture; he has caught
fire himself. He is an inspired, creative being liberated by art. As transmitter
of the fire message, he attempts to draw the onlooker with him, asking
him to follow his example.
Parallel ideas can
be found in the work of Goethe, and thus somebody Zadkine directly refers
to, but also in the work of Joseph Beuys, 'Every man is an artist.' By
way of these words, the modern Prometheus appeals to the creative potential
in every one of us. [...] 'Choose art, that is to say, choose youself!
All of you! Every one of you!' [...]
(Petra Schwerdner, "Ossip Zadkines
'Prometheus' in der Unibibliothek ist Feuer und Flamme", in: Frankfurter
Rundschau, Aug. 14, 2001, p.32)(*)
realistische, anatomische Ordnung erkennt man in seinen Figuren kaum, dennoch
bleiben sie der Wirklichkeit verbunden. [...]
Vor einer Betonwand steht überlebensgroß
die Bronzefigur Prometheus.[...] Rätselhaft und mystisch wirkt
Zadkines Prometheus durch seine zwei Gesichter. Von vorn begegnet man dem
Blick zweier räumlich versetzter Augen, Mund und Nase, die der Künstler
in das Material eingeritzt hat. Mit weit nach hinten wehendem Gewand
und weit ausholendem Schritt eilt der Feuerbringer und Kulturstifter auf
den Betrachter zu und zugleich an ihm vorbei. Hinein in den Raum, in dem
Bibliotheksbesuchern [...] umfassendes Wissen zugänglich ist.
Die Vorderfront der Figur wird vom Feuer
beherrscht. Prometheus trägt
Flammen nicht nur vor sich her,
sondern ist mit ihnen verbunden.
Der Titan ist hier nicht nur
und Kulturvermittler, sondern
selbst Feuer gefangen. Er ist
ein durch die
Kunst befreites, schöpferisch-kreatives
Wesen. Als Überbringer
Prometheus. Photo by Peng (talk).*
Feuerbotschaft versucht er, den
mit sich zu ziehen und fordert
seinem Beispiel zu folgen.
Parallele Gedanken finden sich
bei Goethe, auf den sich Zadkine direkt bezieht, und im Werk von Joseph
Beuys. 'Jeder Mensch ist ein Künstler.' Damit appelliert der moderne
Prometheus an das kreative Potential, das jeder Einzelne von uns besitzt.
"Wählt die Kunst, das heißt
selbst! Alle! Jeder!' [...]"
(Petra Schwerdner, "Ossip
Zadkines 'Prometheus' in der Unibibliothek ist Feuer und Flamme", in:
Frankfurter Rundschau, Aug. 14, 2001, p.32)
The park of the 'sculpture museum' in the small German
town of Marl (a place formerly dominated by coal mines, just as so many
other towns in the Ruhr District), features a striking work of Zadkine
called the 'Great Orpheus' (Grosser Orpheus). According to one source,
the sculpture was initially created in 1948, but perhaps in a different
material (stone, or wood). The 'Great Orpheus' in Marl was
cast in 1956.
The influence of Zadkine's earlier formal orientation
which was impregnated by Cubist aesthetics can still be felt. The human
body has been 'segmented'; it isn't a 'whole' but an ensemble of 'parts.'
As in the sculpture of a human figure that evokes those who faced (and,
in many cases perished in) the Nazi German air raid, i.e. in
Laid Waste, a void opens in the human body. In its chest, that is.
Does it privilege essence over physical 'materiality'? Does it enhance
the dynamics, the movement that is to be present, in a solid sculpture
- a bronze? We remember, I think, the strides taken by Zadkine's Prometheus.
There, too, the felt presence of movement was important to the artist.
In The City Laid Waste, the body of the woman that appears to us
when we see the sculpture is about to turn around and flee. The extremely
slanted position of the sculpture suggest destabilization, precarity, the
threat felt, the imminent fall.
Here, in the garden, amid trees, positioned in nature,
in a grove, so to speak, Orpheus is playing his lyre. To play means to
move. At least it mean to move the hands, the fingers. But perhaps that
does echo in the upper part of the body, as well. Whereas the feet of the
player need to be standing solidly on the ground.
The head stands out in a clear, precise way. The singer
has opened his mouth, accompanying the tune of the lyre with his song.
The eyes - are they shut, or almost so? Concentrated or rather, immersed
in his playing and singing, he doesn't let his eyes wander. Or stare at
The positions of the arms reflect the need to hold the
lyre properly while playing. There is nothing gratuitious in them. The
left arm is raised; it forms an angle of about 90 degrees. The right arm
is in a slightly curved and a lower position. The tension between the positions
of both arms is clearly determined by the playing and in a way, the hands
and the mouth form an invisible but intuitively sensed 'connecting
line.' It reflects, I would say, the 'oneness' of the act of playing and
In spite of what I said about a necessity to be firmly
anchored while playing, I ask myself, noticing the position of the feet,
whether Orpheus isn't slowly walking? Moving on, among the trees, ever
so lightly, slightly, while he sings and plays...
The legs support that assumption. While Orpheus has turned
the head toward us, he seem to move sideways.
The legs, incidentally, are showing soft, smooth lines
and a slightly curved surface. Their segmentation is visible - but only
as a 'somewhat hinted at', mild fragmentation, at least when the figure
is perceived in the way of the first photograph. The second one reveals,
in the case of the left leg, the hiatus, the jarring way of joining its
parts at the knee - a much clearer break with any (even if only faintly)
'naturalistic' way of modeling the human body than we note in the case
of the other, the right leg.
another image in: www.schwarzaufweiss.de
Great Orpheus (Grosser Orpheus)
Photo by Gerardus (taken in 2008)*
It is also in this second photograph that the ripped-open
chest becomes much more visible. In the other photo, that is to say, from
the location where it was taken, we can only 'guess' or 'surmise' the opened
chest and if we look carefully, it seems to us perhaps that we are permitted
to look inside the human body. The movement of the line inscribed into
the right leg is carried upward, way above the hips and merges with and
is continued by the curved plane that forms the figures 'back'. In fact,
looking from the front, we are allowed to see the 'inside' of Orpheus'
back. It is as if we were looking into an elongated, open bowl, seeing
its bottom. And at the same time, a clearly structured surface stands out
in front of it. Ribs? Or a part of the musical instrument?
Whereas the first photo gives us a certainly 'deformed'
but nonetheless recognizable semblance of a male figure, this semblance
fades in the second photo, at least from the waist upward, if we exempt
the bent arm. Isn't this strange? A way of 'making' our perception feel
(or appear) 'strange' to us? A way of making the object of our perception
'strange'? Yes, certainly. Though it has perhaps very little to do with
Brechtian Verfremdung [making-strange]... For Brecht, the insight
that sprang from 'hearing' something in a way that placed the ordinarily
'well-known' (as we mistakenly thought) in a new light was what mattered
above all. And Zadkine? Does he aim at emotions rather than thought? Or
perhaps both? We don't hear words, don't watch a play; we see a visual,
three-dimensional work of art. What does it 'tell' us? That the singer,
Orpheus, isn't whole and harmonious anymore because he has seen the horrors
of a century?
We may have to ask ourselves this question.
Picasso's fragmented, torn, dissected, re-combined human
forms, present in two-dimensional works, already echoed the disaster of
the approaching and then, the suffered war of 1914-18. Europe had become
a place of skulls, of murderous confrontation. After 1945, a new, more
barbaric experience had been added and Zadkine has chosen, has been compelled
to become a concious witness of it.
photo by Daniel Ulrich (taken in
|In the same year that 'Great
Orpheus' was cast in bronze, Zadkine did a sculpture entitled 'Hommage
à van Gogh'. It can be seen in the Parc Van Gogh, in Auvers-sur-Oise.
In contrast to 'Great Orpheus'
(which really is closer to the spirit of 1948), the sculpture dedicated
to the menory of van Gogh strikes many of us as almost conventional, perhaps.
The organic is very prevalent in the bark-like surface structure. But the
tension that goes with it in 'L'arbre de vie,' another work showing
a texture that reminds me of the bark of a tree, is missing here. Or at
least I fail to notice it.
What I notice is the expressive
face; the face of a man facing resistance. Confronting the world, the Others,
with great seriousness, courage, skepticism, probably in the way of someone
thrown back onto himself. And isn't the upper part of the body, as well
as the face, reclining backwards, ever so slightly? A small, but revealing
His tools, the tools of a painter,
the easel above all that allows him to paint outdoors instead of in a studio
(a fact as radical at his time as it was when film directors in Hollywood,
like Henry Ford, left the studio in order to shoot their films in the open
countryside?), they are tools that appear to me like his pile of weapons,
worn on the back. And the crossed leather belts visible on his chest might
remind any one familiar with John Ford's movies of belts that are full
of ammunition. Isn't he appearing here, like James Fenimore Cooper's trapper,
Leatherstockings, as a man who just stepped out of the immense forest?
Standing, watchfully, intent, in the middle of a lighting. A lonely man,
I thought, like all trappers and pathfinders. All those who are traversing
as yet unknown territories.
Van Gogh, Vincent Van Gogh Park in Auvers-sur-Oise.
Photo by Jean-no ? (2005?)*
In 1946, Ossip Zadkine had done a gouache
he called 'La Forêt Humaine' (The Human Forest). Perhaps a
title like 'Human Jungle' would have been too revealing, too outspoken.
The war was just over. The suffering, the millions who were dead now, still
fresh in the mind. And for Zadkine as so many others, what had happened
to the member of the Maquis caught by the Nazis, to villagers like those
in Oradour, to Jews and Communists, Social Democrats and Homosexuals, Sinti
and Roma in the death camps, was something that was worse, more disconcerting,
perhaps more traumatic than any bloody battle of armies because it was
even more hideous, more terrible.
L'arbre de la vie (1957)
The tree of life (L'arbre
de vie) is a sculpture completed by
Zadkine in 1957.
A rough, very organic, bark-like surface structure, not unlike that
witnessed in some sculptures of Giacometti, is characteristic of the work.
It is present in the surface of the 'tree-trunk;' it is covering
the skin of its 'branches' that are metamorphosing into human arms; but
it can also be discovered in the case of a pair of wild, skinny, nasty
dogs at the foot of the 'tree,' furiously barking at something way
Perhaps, apart from the balanced
proportions, this common surface structure is one of the elements that
gives the work unity. The other 'element' that gives this work unity is
the after-image it leaves on our inner, mental 'retina' -
that of a religious object, a candelabra. Instead of its candles, we see
raised hands. The branches of the 'tree,' the candle-bearing arms
of the candelabra, are repeating in a way the well-known form so familiar
to those who were raised in the Mosaic faith. They are fairly thin, and
the raised hands therefore rest on other 'arms,' as well: not the curving
ones that branch off the trunk further below - but thicker, stronger, horizontal
ones. Strange addition to the 'after-image' that forced itself on me, they
leave me with a strong impression. It is as if the trunk divides its force
of growth, suddenly continuing this growth both leftward and towards the
right. Why? Because the hands and arms need to be joined. They need to
join; they need to link up. A strong expression of togetherness,
of human solidarity. I think of survivors, united by brotherhood,
by sisterly ways of mutual help, of strong dedication to a human project.
And the dogs, below? Yesterday, they were the fascist henchmen, the murderers
bringing death to those transported to the sites of slave labor, to the
children, the women and men in the death camps. Celan spoke of the smoke
that was left of them. Zadkine speaks of the resistance of the living who,
victims once, have survived.
The strength of their solidarity,
this sculpture seems to say, will resist all assailants. And they will
|You can see a good photo of the "Tree of Life"
if you visit the Tjerk-Wiegersma website:
Zadkine, L' arbre de la vie
Ossip Zadkine (Russian/French, 1890-1967)
L'arbre de vie, 1957
72 x 74 x 51 cm
28.3 x 29.1 x 20.1 inches
Signed and numbered 2/5
Foundry: Modern Art Foundry, NY
Commissioned by the American architect
Daniel Schwartzman in 1957
La Forêt Humaine, 1946
Gouache, India ink and wash
|The work shows that Zadkine has
returned from starkly abstract, geometric forms to flowing, organic lines.
A few, nearly straight, diagonal lines that are strongly visible are the
only trace left of his earlier formal preoccupation. They are in part covered
by other forms, and the overall impression is that of a maze, a tangle,
a confused, in places perhaps slightly loose yet in its effect terrible
knot of people. We see elongated hands and arms, as if beckoning, crying
out, asking to be saved, waving and calling for help. We see, dimly visible,
a head, a bald head - that of a victim, a prisoner. It must be the head
of the beckoning man. Is he tied to beams, wooden beams that form a cross
- like that Jew from Galilee was tied to them, according to the narrations
of the Christians, the Jew-Haters? No, I assure you, not all
of them were or are jew-haters - I know it. And yet, the anti-judaism,
wasn't it inscribed into their religious statements, for century after
century? And exploded into something new when racism seemed to conquer
a 'scientific' language, in defense and supposed justification of its obscenities?
The obscenity is present in this work. It is present in the form
of a naked woman who attempts to take hold of the crucified man, the tortured
one, the victim. A pig's face stares at the victim. The face of evil? The
face of fascism?
No, this, to my mind, is hardly
about sex. Or gender. Not about "man and woman." It is about the beast.
The perverse, obscene beast of fascism. And about the men and women (perhaps,
men, above all) who desired a 'leader' and who were ready to obey the commands
of a brutal, barbaric State.
Source of image: :
|In 1960, Zadkine realized a sculpture
bearing the same title and, in fact, the theme suggested by it in the gouache
seems to be taken up indeed, although in a different formal (i.e. aesthetic)
language. I see a mechanical, mechanized, "machine man." Limbs, without
doubt. The bent legs of a seated human being. His left arm. Another, smaller
arm, perhaps that of a child, is stretched out toward him, as if imploring.
A hand, perhaps - no, probably - that of the large man, the "machine man"
(as I suggested, quite hurriedly) holds something. A weapon? And the horns
that pierce the light-grey air of the sky, are they too indicative of a
world filled with too many weapons?
The Human Forest / La forêt humaine (1960),
in the garden of the Van Leer Institute,Talbiya,
Excerpt of photo by Deror Avi.*
|'La demeure humaine' (The Human Habitat) was created
in 1963/64. The sculpture can be seen in Amsterdam, Holland. In this work
of tangled yet faintly geometric metal 'beams' (some of them bent into
round curves, but most of them fairly straight), a vast house can be seen
and in it, in fact, on the top, two relatively tiny human beings. It is
as if makers of houses have lost all sense of human proportions, creating
vast 'machines' intended as habitats. The Germans have an adequate word
for it, Wohnmaschinen. 'Dwelling machines,' or 'machines for living'
are clumsy terms, by comparison. To my mind, the sculpture reveals Zadkine
again as a critical, committed artist, with a sharp sense for what is wrong
in our world today, a sense which is also revealing another trait of the
artist: his sense of 'humor.' A black humor.
lLa demeure humaine (The human habitat) (in Amsterdam) (1963/64)
Photo by Pjotr P. (2009)*
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