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and Bauchant. She had also a Raoul Dufy Nude which I  inviting prospect, I agreed. And she took me to the studio
                              did not buy, and always later regretted : it is odd how  of Piet Mondrian.
                              one can regret what one didn't buy rather than gloat   As soon as I was within those four white walls I was
                              over 'finds'.                                      transformed. They were covered with those extraordinary
                               Primitives were becoming rather a rage in New York  pictures, unlike any others, fascinating in their clear,
                              and we began to hear of a little old Brooklyn tailor and  clean, ascetic, geometric quality. I had translated the first
                              shoemaker of seventy-one, called Hirshfield, who had  book on the Gestalt theory of psychology; here were
                                                                                 certainly Gestalten and das Zueinander von Gestalten  (forms
                                                                                 and interrelation of forms). I kept staring at the black
                                                                                 lines and white squares, the small shapes of bright red,
                                                                                 blue, yellow ...
                                                                                  From a corner someone watched me with smiling plea-
                                                                                 sure, a small, spare, rather nondescript-looking man, as I
                                                                                 recall, with sandy hair and a sharp pointed nose. And
                                                                                 then Mondrian started talking to me, telling me his ideas,
                                                                                 why he painted the way he did, how the black lines were
                                                                                 not exactly the same width, each one—which I then
                                                                                 examined carefully and found to be true. How refresh-
                                                                                 ing, I thought afterwards, to meet greatness and not
                                                                                 know it for 'greatness', a 'simple', unencumbered human
                                                                                 being, immersed in his work, dedicated and at pains to
                                                                                 understand his own attitudes and thoughts, his own
                                                                                 creativity.
                                                                                  I stayed and stayed, the afternoon waned and I still
                                                                                 listened, looked, learned. Mondrian brought out chrys-
                                                                                 anthemums, trees, paintings and drawings, old pencil and
                                                                                 ink drawings of decades ago. He illustrated his develop-
                                                                                 ment; told how he had come to refine his tree down
                                                                                 from the realistic tree with all its branches to that essen-
                                                                                 tial form now so well-known. I learned more about
                                                                                 painting that afternoon, I suppose, than years of art
                                                                                 school could have taught me.
                                                                                  A few weeks later Mondrian was dead.
      Morris Hirshfield       never 'learned painting'. He decorated his birds and   But he had sold me two paintings, one of his last
      Nude with kittens 1941   flowers and fields with minute ornamental beading, like  geometric ones and a detailed Chrysanthemum with all its
      Oil
      25+ x 34 in.            beads on shoes. We liked one special painting Nude with  petals, painted in 1906. The geometric one now hangs in
                              kittens;  the whole family responded to the humour and  the Tate Gallery, its first and only Mondrian.
                              so we acquired her—and later I acquired three other   It was during the war also that I happened on Lissitzky.
                              Hirshfields.                                       I went to Moscow as a war correspondent in 1944 and
                               Attractive and sometimes 'socially conscious' were some  between war horrors and moving incidents of home-front
                              other pictures I owed to this period, factories show-  heroism, I looked for the Constructivists. It was a time of
                              ing the workers both inside and outside, milk cans  harsh denunciation of abstract art; Tatlin, who was still
                              being overturned (in a notorious farmers' milk strike).  alive, an old man now who hardly ever left his flat, con-
                              And a number of Americans, Ben Shahn, Howard Koch,  fined himself to scene designing. Malevich had gone
                              Charles Howard, Max Weber, Paul Burlin, John Sloan,  away long since. Rodchenko was dead, and El Lissitzky
                              Paul Semple.                                       had died three years earlier leaving behind a German
                               A young American radical used to go to Europe and  widow, Sophie. She was about to be moved to Siberia
                              bring home, from European painters, pictures to sell for  with the Volga Germans when I happened to discover
                              `left-wing' purposes—Spanish relief, help for the foreign-  that she was willing to sell what she had of her late
                              born, anti-Nazi organizations. From such sales I garnered  husband's work. He had in later years confined himself
                              Suzanne Valadon etchings, a large and rare Leger,  mainly to poster work, theatrical designs, 'propaganda'
                              Picasso lithographs, a Man Ray construction.       drawing. Under the watchful eyes of two young VOKS
                               It was also during the war that I met Mondrian and had  (Cultural Organization) officials, Sophie Lissitzky
                              the good fortune to be steered by him to two great works  showed me the water-colours from her husband's early
                              of his.                                            period, and a  Revolutionary handbook  of abstract designs
                               A girl I knew was a good friend of Mondrian's. One day  and revolutionary symbols meant to illustrate simple
                              she said, 'If you have any dough at the moment, I know  arithmetic for Soviet children.
                              a poor old painter who is quite ill and needs to sell some-  She wanted 10,000 roubles for the five water-colours and
                              thing to pay for a doctor—though he's some kind of  the eight-page handbook. This was several thousand
                              Christian Scientist or something and doesn't want to  pounds, much beyond my means.
                              call one. Would you come and see him?' Rather reluc-  There were in Moscow at the time commission shops to
                              tantly, because a 'poor, sick old painter' was not a very   which people brought old treasures to sell in order to eat.
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