Sunday, 4 June 2023

A dream house revisited; Eileen Gray at Cap Moderne with some of my tech shortcomings visible, But scroll down, please and words and readable pictures will appear

 

ARCHITECTURE

Eileen Gray’s Famed Cliffside Villa in the South of France Is Returned to Its Modernist Glory

The main living area of E-1027, designed by Eileen Gray
The garden behind E-1027, Eileen Gray's whitewashed modernist house on the French Riviera.
A garden path runs along the northern side of E-1027 to the entrance. A glass enclosure on the roof protects the access to a spiral staircase. Top: The main room is furnished with Gray’s designs, including her BIBENDUM and TRANSAT chairs. Photos © Manuel Bougot

A narrow pebbled lane leads from Roquebrune-Cap-Martin, on France’s Côte d’Azur, to E-1027EILEEN GRAY’s now-world-famous first architectural work. On one side, the lane is hemmed in by the tracks of a little-used rail line; on the other there are fenced-off trees. Small gaps between their branches allow glimpses of the Mediterranean below.

I arrive, shoes dusty, at the metal gate to the property not knowing quite what to expect. Built between 1926 and 1929, E-1027 has been photographed abundantly, but buildings, like people, often look markedly different in person — and so it is here.

As soon as I walk down a few steps, a great adventure begins to unfold. The house, which seems to grow out of the rocks, reveals itself from the roof down. A circular glass “cabin” pokes up from an otherwise flat surface giving access to the roof from the tight spiral staircase that runs to the bottom of the house. This proves to be the first of the terraces that grace every level. The lowest one contains a sunken pool. Kept dry, it was intended not for splashing but for bathing in the sun’s rays.

The terraces and the house’s horizontal windows allow for a constant interplay between nature and the interior. I soon discover that these match each other in splendor. Even today, when superyachts are anchored in the blue and green water of the bay and Monte Carlo’s high-rises form a distant backdrop to the west, the setting remains idyllic.

I was attracted to Eileen Gray’s interior designs and curious about her rather mysterious life (she burned all her papers before her death), but I’d been unconvinced by MODERNIST architecture in general, finding it cold, even barren, with all that geometry and ideology. Within minutes of arriving, however, my conversion began. Here, modernism is transformed by her LYRICISM, WIT, ELEGANCE AND WARMTH. As her biographer and friend Peter Adam wrote in his 2009 biography, Eileen Gray: Her Life and Works, she “felt deeply the spirit of things and objects, reflecting and perfecting them until a chair or a table became the friend of man.”

A view of Eileen Gray's house situated along the rocky coast of the Baie de Roquebrune
E-1027’s southern face overlooks the Baie de Roquebrune. The colorful Holiday Cabins, designed by Le Corbusier, are perched farther up the cliff behind the villa. Photo © Manuel Bougot

Eileen Gray (1878–1976) had a privileged background. She grew up in Ireland and London, where she attended art school. Early in the 20th century, she visited Paris, and from 1907 on, it was her base.

Gray and ART DECO were made for each other, and three-dimensional decorative art became her métier. She mastered the DEMANDING TECHNIQUES of JAPANESE LACQUER, and soon her SCREENS and furniture were sought after by those with the taste to appreciate them and money enough to afford them. Hand-knotted rugs and furniture, from SOFAS and END TABLES to LAMPS, followed. In 1921, Gray opened a gallery to showcase her creations. She called it Jean Désert, believing that people would take her work more seriously if a man’s name was attached to it.

Eileen Gray, 1920s
Gray in the 1920s. Photo © National Museum of Ireland

The next two decades brought AN OUTPOURING OF CREATIVITY, as she glided from Deco to modernism, blazing a trail in parallel with MARCEL BREUER. Among her many emblematic pieces are two chairs very different in appearance but equal in their desirability: the sleek TRANSAT and the curvaceous BIBENDUM, both from the mid-1920s.

After World War II, fashion and clients moved elsewhere, but Gray was fortunate to live long enough to enjoy a revival. In the 1970s, exhibitions devoted to her work were mounted in Vienna, London and Boston, and design historians and avid collectors began making pilgrimages to her Paris apartment.

Renewed interest flushed out hidden treasures, and the market for her work began to build. She died before the historic 2009 YVES ST. LAURENT/Pierre Bergé auction in Paris, in which her Dragons armchair from 1917–19 fetched a stupendous $26 million (still a record price for a piece of 20th-century decorative art), and the long-overdue career retrospective at the POMPIDOU CENTER, in 2013. Now, another boost to the WIDESPREAD APPRECIATION OF HER ACHIEVEMENTS: the restoration of E-1027.

EILEEN GRAY’S FRENCH VILLA

The balcony of E-1027

A balcony runs nearly the full length of the villa’s southern facade, maximizing the getaway’s seaside views. Replicas of Eileen Gray’s marine-blue canvas sunbreakers and windscreens have been added. Photo © Manuel Bougot

The house is both sophisticated and cozy. Even its name, which I assumed was some sort of Euclidean code, proved to be a key that unlocks the love story between Gray and her much younger lover, architect and critic Jean Badovici, with whom she shared the home. (The letter E stands for Eileen; 10 for J, the 10th letter of the alphabet; 2 equals B, the second; and 7 equals G for Gray. Thus the name of the house represents Gray’s embrace of Badovici.)

By 1931, the affair over, she gave him the house and left. His great friend LE CORBUSIER became a frequent visitor and put his stamp on it — inside and out. E-1027 was soon plastered with his vividly colored murals. Then, in the 1950s, he built tiny, dark le Cabanon, a getaway for himself and his wife, adjacent to Eileen Gray’s masterpiece, and, literally just above it, a scheme of tiny hostels decorated outside in bright primary colors. Visitors to Cap Moderne can decide for themselves whether Gray inspired Corb to create these buildings or whether his actions were motivated by competitive aggression. If the latter, he did not obliterate the magnificence of what Gray achieved.

Her relationship with Badovici may have been tangled, even painful, but the house proclaims that it was no less passionate for that. Stand in the main bedroom, where everything seems sensuous, from the fur throw on the large bed to the way the mosquito netting is gathered at its head; walk into the large, open-plan living area, with its curved seating, round tubular glass-topped table and thick, soft CENTIMETRE RUG; visit the bathroom, with its large, now-iconic SATELLITE MIRROR, which allowed Badovici to shave the back of his neck as well as his cheeks. E-1027 was conceived as a love nest: imaginative, tender, amusing, incandescent.

A view of the sunbathing pool from the patio of Eileen Gray's house on France’s Côte d’Azur
Stairs on the western side of the villa lead to the lower garden and the solarium, conceived as a pool for sunbathing rather than swimming. Photo © Manuel Bougot

Thanks to the restoration performed by the not-for-profit CAP MODERNE ASSOCIATION, the nearly century-old house seems as fresh, radiant and of the moment as it must have appeared when Gray moved in. Much of the credit belongs to the chair of the project, Michael Likierman, an energetic and visionary English entrepreneur.

Likierman arrived in Paris in 1972 to launch TERENCE CONRAN’s Habitat store, and France has been his home ever since. In 1980, he cofounded a hugely successful international eyewear chain called Grand Optical, which he sold in 2006. By then, he and his late wife, Margaret, had moved to Menton, where they overhauled Les Colombières, a derelict though once grand house, and its gardens. Likierman was ready for a new project when he was approached to oversee the restoration of E-1027, just up the road.

In 2014, he took on the job. By mid-2022, restoration was essentially complete. The fabric of the house is now sound, and all of its original interior has been faithfully re-created. Likierman is proud and pleased that “everything seen in photographs taken in 1929 looks now as it did then.” 

A twilight view of the Baie de Roquebrune and Monte Carlo from behind Eileen Gray's E-1027.
A twilight view of the bay and the Mediterranean Sea beyond. Photo © Manuel Bougot

There is also a large visitors center and exhibition space in what was a former warehouse in the old-fashioned railway station, a short stroll from E-1027. The site is open to visitors from April through October, with tickets limited to four tour groups per day: two in English and two in French, each with a maximum of 15 members. Nearly 40,000 people have been so far. The tour covers the entire restoration project, including l’Étoile de Mer (a small bar next door to E-1027) and Le Corbusier’s Cabanon.

“A high note on which to retire?” I ask Likierman, now in his 80s.

Certainly not. “Are you aware that nearby Menton has fifteen exceptional private and public gardens, a number of them badly neglected?” he asks. “Yes and no, in that order,” I reply. And so I learn that Likierman has a new team already in place for the “worldwide campaign” he will launch next year. The gardens will be restored. The goal: a rare and splendid horticultural network, the Riviera Botanica.

E-1027’s full restoration has cost six million euros. Half the money came from the French state, to which it now belongs; half was the result of Likierman-led fundraising. He is still at it, telling me that donations are welcome to provide the final few touches before France’s Centre des monuments nationaux takes on full responsibility for maintaining as well as running the site at the end of 2023.

Making a donation to help save this monument to one of the 20th century’s GREAT DESIGN TALENTS is, of course, its own reward. But sitting there, looking out at the light dancing across sea and sky, with only rocks between you and the bay and with Gray’s wonderful house as shelter, is a pleasure that you’ll not soon forget. 

This story has been updated since its original publication, in January 2019.

Friday, 2 December 2022

Happy Holidays Piero's Nativity is back

 




                                                    WELCOME HOME      

                                 MERRY CHRISTMAS     HAPPY CHANUKAH 


                          The moving, magnificent Nativity by Piero della Francesca is back.






After three years lost to public view during its restoration it now is in room 17a at the National Gallery in London.   It will be reunited with Piero's Baptism "in good time."  And let's hope that when, eventually, the Sainsbury Wing reopens after a new entrance hall is fashioned, the Baptism and Nativity will be together once again as they should be in the special room created just for Piero. After all hope is not always disappointed. This is a restoration that does not destroy the painting but makes it easier to contemplate.

And big thanks Hannah Rothschild and the Rothschild Foundation for making it possible. 


Friday, 26 August 2022

Milton Avery at the Royal Academy --what a surprise; what a treat




 Cheery colors, flat surfaces, simplified shapes....in those years when I often walked in and around Washington Square Park in the Village I often had a look at paintings by Milton Avery. The gallery that showed them was on a corner and down some steps; its windows were not far above street level. You had to look down on them to see them. And so I did, in both senses of the word.   Very pleasant, I'd think. Very not much else.  Boy was I wrong. I walked through the current exhibition devoted to him at the Royal Academy in London and was wowed over and over again.



                                                                 Self-Portrait 1941

   So a few facts about him and then a series of pictures:

Avery was born in New York State in 1885 and died in 1965. His grave is in the Woodstock, NY artists Cemetery. (I confess that I lived in Woodstock and didn't know it had one! Although it sure had plenty of artists--actually or in name only.) I learn from the RA catalogue that he was represented over the years by a number of prestigious, uptown galleries: Valentine Gallery, Paul Rosenberg&Co, Durand-Ruel, Grace Borgenicht.


A painter who was "on the scene" in the Village, Provincetown and Woodstock but also Key West which I associate more with Tennessee Williams and Hemingway than with painters..we see Avery at the start transfixed by the Impressionists. And then he is on the move going his own way. It was a trip that took him so far into the pleasures of color that by the end it was Avery who was influencing the Abstract Expressionists and Color Field painters.  It is said that he was "a man of few words" and maybe that is why he wasn't better known in his time. Well that is for another kind of writer to write about. My message is short and sweet:

Go to this show if you can: Enjoy it; be surprised; look, learn a thing or two and be wowed.  



                                                       \Setting Sun    1918







Chariot Race   1933
[A wild, wildcard]





Seated Girl 1944


                                                  

                                                 

                                                           March in  Brown 1954
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                                               Boathouse by the Sea   1959

Friday, 27 May 2022

The Burrell renewed but not improved


The Burrell Collection, closed in 2016 for expansion and renovations, is now open again.  I just visited Glasgow and headed for it, my favorite place in the city.   

First the good news:  




Art and nature remain companions; sometimes tender sometimes harsh; there's a lot of weather in Scotland. 


This Ming Luohan who has been sitting cross legged since he was carved in China in 1484 and who has done likewise at the Burrell since its opening in 1983, remains the centerpiece of the much loved glass- walled highlights gallery were the backdrop for the works on view is grass, wild flowers and trees.



More space has been opened up above and below the main floor. Almost twice as many art works are on view. The velvet rope is gone; we can walk into the recreation of a grand room in Hutton Castle the home of Sir William Burrell (1861-1958) and housed his collection of some  9,000 works from ancient art to the late 19th century; from Chine to Europe. 

  The shop is imaginatively stocked; downstairs and with a tall glass wall of its own, was busy.  (Near the entrance there is space for thsoe who just want tea, coffee, scones. The upstairs galleries focus on materials and craft: lace making, stone carving and such. Newly accessible below, is a special exhibition space and the collection store. 

  Even this is the good news only relatively. For example: In the recreation of a room at Hutton Castle, we find jerky films pretending to be candid glimpses of Sir William at home. Phooey. And that is only the beginning of the "reimagining" of the Burrell. Its transformation from an art museum to a building that is intended to be a heart warming, fun day out.


The art is there to tell its own story. 




If only it were left alone to do so.

 Instead the collection has been rehung according to themes; themes suitable for kiddies. One room is Animals; another Gardens, a third is called Flowers. In Flowers, for example, anything with one or a bunch is put together whatever the period, material, conception. And to make it still more attractive--and muddled-on one large flower filled wall a looped video provided an unending cascade of falling petals. So pretty...so maddening.

 

How did we get here?  A place where this great museum and too many others are now run people who have no feeling for, who act as if they are afraid of it and what harm it might do.  So I end with this image of a chess piece from Sir William's collection. 

    Off With Their Heads!!!!   But honestly, it's only a lump of bone. 





 


Sunday, 26 September 2021

Duncan Grant at Charleston Farmhouse: An exhibition of paintings buried in myths and and rescued by them

 

The Room with a View 1919


This picture, radiant with light and joy, was painted by Duncan Grant (1885--1978), in the first spring following the Armistice. More intimately--and directly-- it  celebrates baby Angelica's survival. Shown here with her mother in the garden beyond the studio, Angelica, who was born on Christmas day, had been sickly but now robust good health had come at last. It is one of 30 paintings now on display at Charleston Farmhouse in East Sussex (until 23 March). They revisit Grant's first ever one- person show at the Paterson-Carfex Gallery in London and mark its centenary. (It is in fact a centenary +1 as a result of pandemic restrictions.). If asked the well worn if somewhat lamebrained question: "What work would you take home if you could?" I would shoot back: "The Room with a View."  In a beat I would have second thoughts: The idyllic vision that draws me to the picture is part of what makes it, also disturbing. 

We now, what those who visited the Paterson-Carfex in Old Bond Street more than 100 years ago did not,  that the artist was in fact the father of that baby girl. He had had a brief affair with her painter mother, Vanessa Bell, shown here holding the infant on her lap. Mom was married to the art critic Clive Bell;  Grant's lover was the writer David Garnett. All lived together at the remote farmhouse during the war,   Vanessa did not tell her daughter the name of her biological father until Angelica was in her late teens and then added that it was best  not to discuss this with either of her dads.  Evidently she kept her mouth shut.  At 23,  Angelica married David Garnett. No one chose mention that he and her father had been lovers and, indeed  had been lovers at the time she was born. Let's leave the saga here with an "etc. etc." 

It is not hard to imagine that  Duncan Grant chose the title for this painting as a reference to EM Forster's "A Room with a View." That novel published 11 years earlier was like a loosening of moral corset stays; encouraging people to freely follow their feelings; their desires-- whatever the wishes of those close to them; whatever the gender of the person to whom they were attracted. The household that went on to become famous as Bloomsberries, certainly gave that a go. 

Vanessa Bell and Duncan Grant painted the rooms of Charleston and much of its furniture; fabrics were designed for Roger Fry's Omega Workshops The 48 "Famous women," dinner plates painted by Bell and Grant to a commission from  Kenneth Clark have now come back to Charleston and serve as an engaging welcoming committee to visitors entering the house. Who the artists chose and how they chose to paint the portraits gives the onlooker plenty to think about that happily has nothing to do with the myth of their carryings on in and out of bed. The farmhouse has been tenderly looked after and even for somebody (me! who does not fancy a house decorated with Bloomsberry tablecloths and a ceramic colander as a kitchen lamp (the work of Quentin Bell), it is a lovely place to visit. 

 Their emotional and sexual relationships-- tangled and deceitful to themselves and one another-- have become more famous than the works of the artists and writers who made their home at Charleston Farmhouse. Indeed interest in their carryings on has helped keep their works alive. That is not a bad thing. I am very glad to have gone to this Duncan Grant centenary exhibition and especially to have met "The Room with a View." I am charmed by  Charleston Farmbouse. The cafe has very nice food.  I enjoyed myself --even the cows I saw from the train window looked delightful. Yet I came home feeling that,  individually and collectively, whatever their artistic gifts, these Bloomsberries were coated in something sticky and not beautfully scented.    

 It may be a cheap shot; it may be a non sequitur. but I can't not end without this: Vanessa's sister and near neighbor Virginia Woolf always gives me the impression that she would recoil if someone reached out and touched her. Rodmell, over the downs, where she lived with her husband Leonard, is quite nice to visit but in itself it would not mean much had it not been the home of one of the great 20th century writers. It is her work that drives interest in her life; not the other way around. But no, this is not a advertisement for repression. Just one of those curious facts of life or lives.

     

Monday, 5 August 2019

art darts: Helene Schjerfbeck--See this great show; as for he...

art darts: Helene Schjerfbeck--See this great show; as for he...: Helene Schjerbeck Self-Portrait 1915 A friend in Haarlem  commanded me to go to the Geementemuseum in the  Hague and see an exhibitio...

Helene Schjerfbeck--See this great show; as for her name--just forget the j and it is easy to say

Helene Schjerbeck Self-Portrait 1915



A friend in Haarlem commanded me to go to the Geementemuseum in the  Hague and see an exhibition of paintings by Helene Schjerfbeck. That was 11 years ago. Ruud  has a terrific eye and is not given to pronouncements of this kind. On the contrary. I got it. This was important. I went. It certainly was and is. I had never heard of her. She has not become widely famous since. She ought to be. Schjerfbeck (1862-1946) has been justly famous in Finland since she was in her teens. From the point of view of the rest of us, art news from a country with a population half the size of London or New York does not travel even at a snail's pace--especially when most of the artist's work is in museums and therefore lacks the drive of dealers to make reputations/money.  Let's hope that with the current exhibition at the Royal Academy in London will change this.  Whether it does or not, do not miss the show if you possibly can see it.  You are not likely to soon have another chance to see her work; to see so many memorable, touching and beautiful paintings. 
 The 2008 show in the Hague had travelled from Hamburg and was on its way to the Museum of Modern Art in Paris. The story about the artist which I wrote for The Economist was published to appear when the show in Paris opened.  It was better done in the Netherlands where in one large space was devoted only to her self portraits arranged chronologically. The RA has done the same. For these alone a visit to the London show  is more than worthwhile  Let's hope that New York, Washington, Boston, San Francisco wake up.                                                                                                                                                           
 What follows. Alas the print is too small but I remain technically challenged and cannot work out how to enlarge it without making running over the margins. For you it will be easy. An do not hesitate to send me message if you wish to educate me about how to make the post easier to read. Please.