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Judgement and identification



                                 London Commentary by Edward Lucie-Smith

                                The pioneer Russian modernists—and to a lesser extent   the resemblances between the pre-First World War
                                the Italian ones—are still somewhat neglected. It is still   Russian avant-garde and things which are happening
                                 usual to write as if the Ecole de Paris dominated every-  today.
                                 thing, as if all developments in modern painting sprang   This is a preliminary to saying that the most fascinating
                                 originally from the Fauves and the Cubists. Yet it   exhibition of the month is for me the show of paintings
                                 becomes more and more apparent,  I  think, that con-  by David Burliuk, at the Grosvenor Gallery. Burliuk now
                                 temporary painting owes a great deal to centres other   lives in relative obscurity in America. He left Russia in
                                 than Paris. Reading Camilla Gray's book,  The Great   1918, and arrived in the United States in the early
                                Experiment,  for instance, one is continually struck by   twenties, having travelled there byway of Japan. Before
                                                                                   this, he had been for a decade the most vocal spokesman
                                                                                   of modern art in Russia, and one of the star performers
                                                                                   in an outstanding galaxy of talent. He and his brother
                                                                                   Vladimir (who was killed in 1917) seem to have been
                                                                                   memorably picturesque figures in those days. Camilla
                                                                                   Gray says that both the brothers were enormous :
                                                                                   'Vladimir, indeed, was a professional wrestler and always
                                                                                   took a twenty pound pair of dumb-bells around with
                                                                                   him on his journeys in the cause of the new art and
                                                                                   literature—it was David, however, who was made to
                                                                                   carry this spectacular equipment, for Vladimir insisted
                                                                                   that it would hurt his muscles.' Experts in uproar, the
                                                                                   brothers caused a sensation wherever they went. For
                                                                                   instance, they made a 'Futurist Tour' in 1913-14,
                                                                                   accompanied by Mayakovsky and Kamensky. In the
                                                                                   course of this they visited seventeen towns in various
                                                                                   parts of Russia, and throughout the trip David Burliuk
                                                                                   wore on his forehead a painted sign which read :
                                                                                   'I — Burliuk'. Sublime egotism could go no farther.
                                                                                    The Burliuks were Futurist poets as well as painters
                                                                                   (it was they who supported Mayakovsky and kept him
                                                                                   alive with their subsidies), and they had strong con-
                                                                                   nections abroad. David Burliuk is today the last survivor
                                                                                   of the Blaue Reiter.
                                                                                     I  wish I could report, after filling in the background,
                                                                                   that the show is a triumph. Alas, it is not quite that.
                                                                                   Burliuk is reported to have left some 700 works behind
                                                                                   him, when he left Russia for Japan. All but a few of
                                                                                   these seem to have vanished. What he has been doing
                                                                                   in recent years is remaking his own lost oeuvre. There
         David Burliuk  Red Horse 1911 Oil on canvas 32 1/2 x 36 1/2 in. Grosvenor Gallery
                                                                                   are many pictures here which are recreations of paint-
         David Burliuk  Japan and America 1921 Oil on canvas 19 1/2 x 29 1/2 in. Grosvenor Gallery   ings made in 1907 or 1910. The result, one may guess,
                                                                                   has been a sweetening and a softening of the originals.
                                                                                   Burliuk painted in many styles, and came under many
                                                                                   influences, but is at his most characteristic in the
                                                                                   'primitive' manner which was also used by the young
                                                                                   Chagall and by Larionov. The fierceness of the time is
                                                                                   now viewed through a veil of nostalgia. One or two
                                                                                   genuinely early pictures, a Cubist head of a sailor, for
                                                                                   instance, have more bite. And some of the paintings
                                                                                   of the transition period, when Burliuk had just settled
                                                                                   in America, are very interesting indeed. But he does not
                                                                                   seem to me an artist who has developed as he has aged,
                                                                                   from the evidence presented here.
                                                                                    Another 'senior' artist, Henri Hayden, is showing at the
                                                                                   Waddington Gallery.  Here, too, nostalgia is at work,
                                                                                   but the painter has greater control over his emotions
                                                                                   —the pictures are free, lyrical, not very dense, but
                                                                                   beautiful none the less. In this, Hayden's paintings
                                                                                   resemble the Milton Avery watercolours which are to
                                                                                   follow them at the same gallery, though Avery in these
                                                                                   works has a refined sophistication which no one else
                                                                                   has equalled. But in both cases, what we see is modern
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