The Challenge and Difficulty of Being A Realist Artist

During the period of Kuomintang rule in China, critical artists began to develop a new taste for woodcuts. The technique was old and well-established in China. But Chinese woodcuts, in contrast to (traditional) Chinese landscape painting and calligraphy, was not cherished much, either at home or abroad. If one thought of East Asian wood cuts, Japanese works of art came to mind. 

Then, in the period of social tension and increasing civil war, progressive artists discovered the work of Kaethe Kollwitz. It was the beginning of a flood of laconic, straightforward, sharp and piercing Chinese art works, relying on the traditional technique but being contemporary in their modern, stark realism and apparent social commitment.

It is this achievement, born out of a concrete social situation and filled with the combative sarcasm  and  bitterness of years of intense class struggle, that elevated Chinese wood cut making of the 1930s and 40s to the level of original, autonomous East Asian art that transcended its European realist predecessor. 
 

Gerhard Bettermann, a German artist born in 1910 in Leipzig, has captured in his own way something that is also inherent in the Chinese wood cuts just mentioned. 
His sujets and his approach are very much rooted in the late 1920s and early 1930s, that is, in a pre-World war II era, as well.

When we turn to Vicious Circle, a linocut (67,2 x 56 cm) done in 1979, we cannot fail to notice the presence of the past.

The composition relies on a montage of basically two kinds of elements: the element of the anonymous masses, and the element of the singled out types.

The first are inserted as strong horizontal columns, dynamically arranged in echelon formation, and thus seemingly in (albeit slow) motion.  Naked European humans, lined up, some carrying babes, are haltingly moving, perhaps pushed, forward,  from right to left, towards the death chambers.
A crowd of  men and women, dressed in identical jackets, the men wearing fur caps, the women scarfs, with Asian looking faces,  is confronting us, silently, bitterly, but none of them resigned to their fate, as they seem to move forward determinedly, from the background on the left toward the center of the work. Driving  their oxen in front of them, their march seems like a demonstration, a protest march that cannot be halted. Their march dwarfs the bunch of Neo-Fascists in the  left corner. 
More prominent, in the lower right corner, women  push forward, dressed in black, raising hand guns, as if in self-defense. One of them is brandishing what may be a bamboo pole. Strangely, there is a European girl, too.  Having joined them, it seems, in their struggle for liberation. 

Set against these small, basically horizontal mass scenes juxtaposed in black and white, there are horizontal elements.

A man, with bruised forehead, reminiscent perhaps of the young Mao, marches in front of the peasants and their oxen, quite a distance ahead of them, singled out, put into the foreground, as a peasant leader. The view of his figure cut off slightly below the collar of his dark jacket, he seems to stand right below the podium of world history from which we, the audience, look at him. Is he addressing us or confronting us? Perhaps it depends on the viewer.

Much more prominent however are too other towering figures, one black, one white, filling much of the upper half of the work’s space.
On the right, looking towards the left, stands a man in a trench coat, perhaps the artist, wearing the number of a political prisoner or concentration camp inmate, “552”, like a badge.  The one to the right of this person who confronts the survivor, is dressed in black.  He seems to be a Nazi apparatchik, perhaps his prison warden. 
The confrontation is quite clearly an imaginary one, as if out of a dream or nightmare.
From afar, in this dream, Hitler and Mussolini look on. Underneath a window,  behind the man with the “552” badge, the word JEWS has been scratched into or painted onto  the bricks.  A poster has been glued to the space beneath this word; it  shows a woman’s face that could be out of a work by Kollwitz.

Vicious circle is a dynamic composition that includes stasis and movement, the past and the present, the pre-war warnings of Kollwitz, the unimaginable perversities of millionfold murder committed by Germany's Nazis, and the revolt of liberation movements in the Third World during the ‘30s, the ‘40s,  the ‘60s and ‘70s.  As such,  we may read it as a work of art that dramatically expresses a tension that unites today and yesteryear, the memory of defeat and genocide in Fascist Germany, the awareness of  conservative restauration  and of silence, in the face of world-wide injustice, in liberated Europe. And finally, the calls for help, from the Third World, the renewed attempts of suppressed mankind, to gain freedom.

In contrast to the interpretation offered above which sees in the work a juxtaposition of those who went passively to the slaughterhouse and others who, politically more conscious, offered (and offer) resistance, another reading is also possible. It would interpret the “uniformed” peasants joining liberation movements as a “flock of sheep” following new seducers, a threat to peace and individualism, and see in a renewed world-wide class struggle the beginnings of another period of “chaos” as well as an opportunity for the spectre of fascism to raise its head again. Is this the “vicious circle” the title alludes to?
 
 

Another work by Bettermann, again a linotype done in 1979, is called Economic miracle. It alludes to the term coined by the Conservative German Chancellor Ludwig Erhard that glorified the post-war boom of the 60s in Germany. 

The “September strikes” as well as the economic crisis of 1967 and 1969 had foreshadowed  the long downturn of the  Kondratiev cycle  beginning in 1973, with its ever increasing mass unemployment in Western Europe. Bettermann mingles an image of consumerism stemming from the super-chic post-war boom period, symbolized by flashy, scarcely dressed girls (apparently ready to sell”love”)  with the harrowing views of  recurrent or simply more visible destitution and poverty. Again, types rather than individuals represent the social ills diagnosed. There is the drunkard, hopeless and resigned to his fate. Then we see the unemployed person, holding up a piece of cardboard that is telling us something like “Will work /  for food”.  The young kid, left in the street, down and out, sitting next to his half-naked girl-friend; both may well be on drugs. At the margins, we see a figure from far-away Africa: a reminder of the world-wide scourge of unnecessary famine and stark hunger, typified by a human being, “thin to the bones,” with wide open, expressive eyes and sorrowful mouth. 

The work is a straightforward J’accuse, an attack leveled at a world ready to ignore millions of excluded human beings. A rich world, in the North, to be sure. But rich also in the guarded compounds of its accomplices in the so-called Third World.

Betterman who travelled widely in Europe and Egypt between 1927 and 1932 (years of “vagabondage,” they have been called), was a victim of Nazi administrative actions taken against “degenerate art” in 1937.
 

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Klaus Boettger, born in 1942 in Dresden, uses elements of montage (and collage?) as well, in works that recall moments of social struggle but also defeat.

Las Vidas, zu Pablo Neruda combines a portrait of the poet, a hand-written page with his poetry, and young people racing ahead in the street, during a demonstration in Chile. Banners carry the word LIBERTAD.

His montage technique seems more contemporary,  more part of the 1970s than in the case of Bettermann’s works which are rooted still in the pre-wear years.

If we look at the poem as a found object, if we reflect on the photographic source and the method of combination of the images used as elements in the work, if we marvel at the magic effect of the light that appears like a new dawn arising (or perhaps more like a threatening flash of light in the dark?), we cannot help sensing the aesthetic influence of surrealism.

The same is true of the dreamlike appearance of Neruda’s face in the foreground, of the way the words of his poetry appear as if written by an imaginary pen into the sky.
Blots of ink, or impurities in the translucent “page” have become clouds, throbs of darkness in the pulsating night that the demonstrators try to emerge from.

Similarly, Zu Erich Muehsam, the work dedicated to the German poet murdered by the Nazis, combines in dreamlike fashion elements that bear witness to his existence as a poet and his prison existence.
A page of his writings appears in the background above him, as if written  onto a prison wall partly lightened up by a source of light somewhere beyond the art work, in fact, in the eyes and mind of the observer.  The poet’s wide-eyed face looks at us with terse and determined, half-open mouth.

It appears not as a naturalistically represented face but rather as an image projected onto the prison wall into which also the words of the poem have seeped like black ink.
In front of his chest, a cardboard piece of paper shows the number of this political prisoner. On the left, in the background again, we discover another portrait of his, this time not frontal but sideways. Of course, these are photographs taken of Muehsam by the Gestapo or the police. 
In the second portrait, the white shirt stands out against the darkness. But looked at hurriedly, at a first glance so to speak, the white shirt appeared to me as if it was a hand, of the man looking at us, a hand that he may have raised in warning.  Again, there is an irritating, “surrealist” effect. It merges with the realistic approach of denying the possibility to rely today on naturalistic “depiction”. Rather, historic documents, a manuscript page  of Muehsam and two photos taken by his captors  are being used, to reconstruct a historic situation and serve as a point of departure for our emotions and our conscious analysis.

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Ernest Špitz, born in 1927 in Czechoslovakia, is another realist artist influenced strongly by the experience of Fascist occupation, liberation from Fascism by the Red Army in 1945, and the subsequent years of Stalinism.
His early works from the late 1940s are harrowing expressionist paintings, mirroring the isolation and Angst of small groups of individuals, like  Utecenci [Uteczenci] (1948/49) which portrays barefooted women and children in a doomsday situation. Speechless for sure. If they’d be shouting, it would recall the frightened shout of a figure by Munch.
 

The desolation captured in Neistota (1957) is janusheaded, irritating. There is the row of dark figures,  maybe prisoners liberated from a concentration camp still dressed in their striped prison wardrobe. Lined up, they seem to look, full of anticipation perhaps but also of doubt, at a uniformed figure on a pale wide horse, brandishing a gun, carrying a rifle on his shoulder. 

Two other soldiers on horseback are visible a little behind and to the right of the first one. The horses are restless, whinnying. Their restlessness as well as the twilight sky  mirror the openness of the situation that announces a new day or a new hell. Incertainty above all. But also hope of a new beginning, as the light erupts faintly and the fog lifts.

The sky in Zbytky (1948/49) takes up more than two thirds of the canvas. The colors leave no impression of transparency; on the contrary, they are thick and gloomy.  Reminding us of a sandstorm, or a sea of flames that rise up in the distance.  

Embracing parts of the sky, their reddish  and ochre hues leave scarce space for remnants of grey,  small glimpses of greyish light, appearing  nightmarishly among traces of darker olive greens  and  blackened blues. 
The grass has withered and turned a dark crimson red.
In front of us, outstretched, rests a human carcass. The legs stiff already. The skull and chest  those of a being subjected to prolonged starvation. 
A skinny dog, having approached, attracted by a smell or the strange sight, withdraws again, slightly.
Staring at the person before it, bewildered and scared.

The same sujet has been transposed into a wintry landscape, in  Opustená (1946/47), a work showing a naked woman in the foreground, her beautiful body standing out starkly in front of the raw icon of what may be a shattered cross by the wayside.

As in some works by Franz Kline, the effect of black strokes of color set against whiteness is almost abstract yet suggestive of a landscape, its most elementary qualities. While the indication of hair, the fine outline of the legs, back, belly, and arms introduce a figurative element again.
Some of the victims were young and still beautiful,  the artist seems to tells us.  And they will live -  never again.
 

In 1948,  Špitz did light and at first sight optimistic colored drawings of village life, with partisans and Red Army soldiers figuring as welcome liberators (Partizáni v dedine (1948); Vítanie sovietskeho vojaka (1948)). 

It seems that Stalinist bureaucrats in charge of overseeing the art scene demanded something different, more combative, in the end.
And so, a charcoal drawing, Do práce (1951), shows workers drawn to what must have been an official announcement glued to a factory wall.
 
 

The middle group of three workers is shown to be full of determination and energy.
But there are also those who look at the words (invisible to us) thoughtfully, from afar.
Perhaps all but euphoric, they seem to muse about “the fatiguing chores of traversing the plains.” The troubles and necessary efforts of building socialism after Fascism had been brought down that the German poet, Bert Brecht, referred to once.

In 1953-1954, a number of prints show all but the optimistic side of life. The old one in Starena (1953/54) is very present, resting in herself (or himself?), showing the traces of what may have been, more often than not, a hard life. But there is no bitterness or accusation in this face, just an acknowledgement of facts. 

Jazdci, another print from 1953/54, shows a group of young people on horseback, in the windy day of approaching springtime. Its mood is not neutral; there is a slight expectation felt, an awareness of the forces of life arising, amid a world of harshness and difficulties.  In the areas of  whiteness,  with its black traces reminiscent of hatching, the  ‘light,’ the ‘day,’ the ‘wind’ are present, and as black areas outweigh the white ones, the presence and intensity of  WHITE are even more strongly felt.

The drawing V parku, a sketch done in 1951, shows Špitz as an artist who is gifted, as well,  when drawing. A scene of nature, in this case.

The sketch is nervous. The spring wind brushes a person seated below a tree and what may be another, small person passing by.
People are isolated, all by themselves; the “masses” have dissolved into a nightmarish memory. 

An individual, that’s the clown as well, becoming visible underneath his make-up or mask (Clown, 1956). 
 

Or the gypsy girl (a real one, or an actress) portrayed in 1957 in Po vystúpení.
 

During the second half of the fifties,  Ernest Špitz sometimes did peaceful impressionist paintings, often devoid of  human beings, of contradictions, as if wanting to avoid difficulties and escape from a weird reality.  A modest Acadia, a very tangible space of quietude, a retreat in the Slovak countryside  is present in Tri suché stromy (1957), and similarly in Dom v záhrade, done in the same year.

But other paintings reflect an inner restlessness, convulsion, suffering, as the dark, rainy landscape painting Krajina (1957)  and the industrial landscape Krajina v Liptove (1957).  In this painting, the sky is a sulphoric red, reduplicated by a dark crimson earth. The mountain hovers  threateningly, like a black dragon’s back, above the row of white, elongated buildings that may belong to a mining ventury or a factory.

Perhaps this mood was appropriate in view of the janus-headed effects of the Stalinist expansion of the industrial base in Czechoslovakia.  A work like Mesto nad riekou IV – Nocturno portrays a nocturnal view of what may be a Kombinat – a towering industrial ensemble, complete with mine shaft and lighted, many-storeyed buildings that appears like a moloch; the surrounding area in the foreground looking like tons of discarded shards. The wounded earth, one might say. While exhausts, from a dozen valves and pipes rise vertically into the sky, hiding the sun behind their dirty veil.

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Ernest Špitz, like the other artists, Gerhart Bettermann and Klaus Böttger,  who are presented briefly in this short article, is an interesting and noteworthy realist artist, close to the socio-cultural reality that surrounded him. The difference between the works of each of these artist cannot escape our eyes. I feel that this is not a purely individual difference but can be related to the fact that their formative periods belong to different eras and / or different places, different socio-cultures.

This finding contradicts of course the assumption voiced by a German ZDF television reporter, reporting from the Venice Biennale in 1995 who stated, bluntly, the mainstream view on art and its rootedness when saying, “By now, everybody knows that the time has passed long ago when national specifics were apparent in the arts.” (Inzwischen weiss doch jedermann, dass es nationale Eigenheiten in der Kunst schon seit langem nicht mehr gibt. [ZDF Second German Television, June 16th, 1995] )

It is strange that mainstream opinion which makes an instrumental use of nationalism whenever it can (think of the British – Argentine Falkland / Malvinos war and jingoism in the British media, or the last two Gulf Wars and U.S. chauvinism), determinedly denies cultural specificities and pleads for globalized homogenization.  I do not want to join into the Stalinist diatribes of the 30s against an ‘international style,’ or mistake Stalin’s instrumentalization of nationalism and ‘national art’ (in fact, misused and cleansed folklore) for progressive. It was Gramsci who, in nuce,  developed a much better theory of folklore. Nationalism, except were it served to shield tossed around and subjugated  populations from cultural imperialism, is a questionable ideology indeed. But to underrate the creative relationship to a specific social reality is as questionable. Perhaps the works of the artists discussed give us a sense of socio-cultural difference, despite the progressive stance they have in common.