Amedeo Modigliani is a representative of expressionism, an artist whose biography is comparable to a novel. The master’s paintings inspire the public no less than the love story that made the painter an object of praise in the creative community. Modigliani had a unique author's style and did not give up his calling, despite the vicissitudes of fate. Fame came to the artist posthumously, and today his paintings cost fabulous amounts of money.
Childhood and youth
Amedeo Modigliani was born in Livorno on July 12, 1884. His fate was partly determined by his origin. Amedeo's father is a famous Italian painter with Jewish roots. When the boy was several years old, his father was overtaken by bankruptcy, and his mother took on the responsibility of raising and supporting the children. She doted on the fourth, youngest child. Amedeo's sickness added to his mother's care, and he responded to her with affection, traditional for Jewish families.
Museu de Arte Contemporanea da Universidade de São PauloEugenia Modigliani, née Garcin, had an excellent education and instilled in her children a thirst for knowledge. She knew several foreign languages, and translations became additional income for the family. Having noticed his son's tendency to fine arts, the mother did not pay any attention to this at first. But at the age of 11, Amedeo fell ill with typhus and, delirious, spoke only about painting. Evgenia did the only thing right choice. When Modigliani Jr. turned 14, he was sent to study with local artist Guglielmo Micheli.
Having become the youngest among his mentor’s students, Amedeo quickly decided on the subjects that interested him. Portraits became the main focus of his work. In 1900, Modigliani fell ill with tuberculosis. To restore his health, the mother took her son to the island of Capri, and classes were temporarily suspended.
Traveling around Italy, the boy became acquainted with the works of outstanding painters. He visited Rome and Florence. Here the aspiring artist entered the painting school, and a year later he moved to Venice, where he became a student at the Free School of Nude.
Artist Amedeo Modigliani / Wikipedia In 1906, Amedeo, with the help of his mother, moved to Paris, which became the capital of the arts during these years. The public at that time was keen on cubism, so the works put up for sale by Modigliani were not in demand. Having settled in expensive apartments, the young man was soon forced to move to a cheap rented apartment, where he painted paintings to order. At the same time, he took lessons at the Colarossi Academy of Painting.
The only source of income for Amedeo was the money sent by his mother. Often he had nothing to pay for his accommodation, so he had to run away from his rented apartments, leaving his paintings behind as payment. But in the art world he gradually gained recognition, although this did not affect his financial condition in any way.
Creation
In 1907, Amedeo Modigliani made his debut at the Salon d'Automne in Paris. A year later, his works were exhibited at the Salon of Independents. During these years the artist developed own style. He became friends with, painted their portraits and created the paintings “Jewish Woman”, “Cellist” and others.
Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza In 1909, meeting Constantin Brancusi made Amedeo pay attention to sculpture. Without money for materials, Modigliani steals sandstone and wood from construction sites. He had to give up his passion for this art direction due to his diseased lungs.
Modigliani's work is fraught with weaknesses that many artists are prone to. He loved hashish, and over time he became addicted to alcohol. Remaining in Paris in 1914, when men were being drafted to the front of the First World War, the artist felt on the edge. The state of physical and mental health left much to be desired. Amedeo continued to write to order, but critics still did not want to see talent in him.
Modigliani's works bear the imprint of the author's unique style. The people he depicts seem to have a flat mask instead of a face, behind which their individuality is hidden. To see it, it’s worth stopping by the painting. In the late period of his creativity, the master added roundness to the elongated ovals of faces.
Museu de Arte de São Paulo, Statens Museum for Kunst Working not with space, but with nature, Modigliani created sad, touching images and was fond of visualizing nudes, combining the harmony of color and line. The author’s most famous works in this direction were “Nude Seated on a Sofa” and “Reclining Nude with a Blue Pillow.”
The works “Portrait of Zborovsky” and “Alice” were executed in the same style. The author neglected the ratio of proportions for the sake of the character’s inner mood. The artist often depicted children and teenagers with melancholy sadness on their faces. Vivid examples of such works were “Portrait of a Girl”, “Girl in Blue”, “Little Peasant”.
Norton Simon Museum The master was inspired by the feelings he experienced. He repeatedly depicted the main love of his life, Jeanne Hebuterne, on canvases. One of latest works The painter became the painting “Jeanne Hebuterne in a Red Shawl.” It shows the master’s beloved expecting her second child. The works dedicated to her convey a high degree of sensuality, admiration for the model and love.
Fortune smiled on Modigliani before his death. His works finally attracted the attention of critics, who began to call the author “an up-and-coming artist.” Amedeo Modigliani was 35 years old at that time.
Personal life
When examining Modigliani's self-portrait, it is difficult to say whether the author was good-looking. But the surviving photographs confirm that it could not have been otherwise. The attractive man enjoyed the attention of the ladies, and his personal life was always shrouded in a romantic flair. Despite his poverty, Modigliani was incredibly clean and elegant. A sophisticated artist with a sketchbook in his hands attracted the eyes of beauties, and his charm did not leave any heart calm. Independent and unrecognized, Modigliani attracted many.
Anna Akhmatova Museum in Fountain House One of the high-profile novels, which society learned about long after its completion, was an alliance with. The mutual attraction that arose between them was accompanied by the creation of portraits of the poetess, who came to Paris with her husband. Amedeo created several canvases inspired by the image of Anna, including sketches of nudes, although Akhmatova denied that they were painted from her. Most The images of the poetess were lost when sent to Russia, but she lovingly kept one portrait for many years.
In 1914, Modigliani met journalist Beatrice Hastings. The entire Parisian society witnessed their rapidly developing relationship. Jealousy, flirting, beatings and betrayal accompanied this novel. Beatrice tried to rid Amedeo of his addictions, but they turned out to be stronger. After 2 years of crises and reconciliations, Hastings left Modigliani.
Wikipedia 1917 turned out to be a turning point for the artist. He met a young student, Jeanne Hebuterne. The painter's muse was 19 years old, and she became his most faithful friend. The lovers' feelings were not hampered by the protests of the girl's parents, who did not want their daughter to become the wife of a poor artist, leading riotous image life.
A year after they met, the couple moved to Nice. The local climate was beneficial to Amedeo's failing health, but the final stages of tuberculosis could not be treated. That same year, the lovers had a daughter. The joyful father made Zhanna an offer to become his wife. During this period, the public became interested in the artist’s works, and it seemed that this story would have a happy ending. In 1919 the couple returned to Paris, but the artist's days were numbered. He lived for 7 months and died in a hospital for the homeless.
Death
Poor health accompanied Modigliani throughout his life. He attributed it to poor health in childhood and then to the influence of alcohol. It was impossible to talk about tuberculosis - otherwise he would have to withdraw from society. The disease became the cause of the artist’s death. On January 24, 1920, Amedeo Modigliani died of tuberculous meningitis.
At that moment, his beloved was expecting his second child. Not wanting to live without Modigliani, she said goodbye to life by jumping from the 6th floor. Modigliani's death shocked all of Paris. He was escorted to last path numerous friends.
Wikipedia Jeanne was buried in a modest grave far from her named husband. Only 10 years later did her relatives allow her ashes to be transferred to Modigliani’s grave, uniting the lovers again.
Apart from his daughter Jeanne, Amedeo Modigliani had no children. She devoted herself to studying her father's work. 2 years after Amedeo’s death, his works skyrocketed in price, and the master himself was already called great.
In 2004, director Michael Davis, inspired by the artist's biography, shot a biographical film about the life and work of Modigliani.
Paintings
- 1909 – “The Beggar from Livorno”
- 1914 – “Portrait of Diego Rivera”
- 1915 – “Portrait of Pablo Picasso”
- 1915 – “Antonia”
- 1916 – “Bride and Groom”
- 1917 – “Nude on a Blue Pillow”
- 1917 – “The Red-Haired Woman”
- 1918 – “Alice”
- 1918 – “The Girl in Blue”
- 1919 – “Singer from Nice”
His personality
Amedeo was brought up in the Jewish family of businessman Flaminio Modigliani and Eugenia Garsen. The Modigliani family comes from the rural area of the same name south of Rome. Amedeo's father had once traded coal and firewood, and now owned a modest brokerage office and, in addition, was somehow connected with the exploitation of silver mines in Sardinia. Amedeo was born just when officials came to his parents’ house to take away the property that had already been described for debts. For Eugenia Garsen, this was a monstrous surprise, since according to Italian laws, the property of a woman in labor is inviolable. Just before the arrival of the judges, the household hastily piled everything that was most valuable in the house onto her bed. In general, a scene took place in the style of Italian comedies of the 50s and 60s. Although in fact there was nothing funny in the events that shook the Modigliani house just before the birth of Amedeo, and the mother saw in them a bad omen for the newborn.
In his mother's diary, two-year-old Dedo received his first description: A little spoiled, a little capricious, but good-looking, like an angel. In 1895 he suffered a serious illness. Then the following entry appeared in my mother’s diary: Dedo had very severe pleurisy, and I had not yet recovered from terrible fear for him. The character of this child is not yet sufficiently formed for me to express a definite opinion about him. Let's see what will develop from this cocoon. Maybe an artist? F - another significant phrase from the lips of the observant and passionately loving Evgenia Garsen.
At the beginning of 1906, among the young artists, writers, and actors who lived in Montmartre as a kind of colony, a new figure appeared and immediately attracted attention. It was Amedeo Modigliani, who had just arrived from Italy and settled on rue Colancourt, in a small barn-workshop in the middle of a wasteland overgrown with bushes. He is 22 years old, he is dazzlingly handsome, his quiet voice seemed hot, his gait seemed flying, and his whole appearance seemed strong and harmonious.
In communicating with any person, he was aristocratically polite, simple and benevolent, and immediately endeared him to his spiritual responsiveness. Some said then that Modigliani was an aspiring sculptor, others that he was a painter. Both were true.
Bohemian life quickly attracted Modigliani. Modigliani, in the company of his artist friends (among them Picasso), became addicted to drinking, and was often seen walking the streets drunk, and sometimes naked.
He was called a homeless tramp. His restlessness was obvious. To some it seemed to be an attribute of an unlucky way of life, a characteristic feature of bohemia, others saw it almost as a dictate of fate, and it seems that everything agreed that this eternal homelessness was a blessing for Modigliani, because it unleashed his wings for creative flights.
His fights with men over ladies became part of Montmartre folklore. He used huge amount cocaine and smoked marijuana.
In 1917, the artist's exhibition, containing mainly nude images, was closed by the police. It so happened that this exhibition was the first and last during the artist’s lifetime.
Modigliani continued to write until tuberculous meningitis brought him to the grave. While he was alive, he was known only in the Parisian artist community, but by 1922 Modigliani had gained worldwide fame.
Sex life
Modigliani loved women, and they loved him. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of women have been in the bed of this elegant handsome man.
Back at school, Amedeo noticed that girls paid special attention to him. Modigliani said that at the age of 15 he was seduced by a maid working in their house.
Although he, like many of his colleagues, was not averse to visiting brothels, the bulk of his mistresses were his models.
And during his career he changed hundreds of models. Many posed for him naked, interrupting several times during the session to make love.
Modigliani liked simple women most of all, for example, laundresses, peasant women, and waitresses.
These girls were terribly flattered by the attention of the handsome artist, and they obediently gave themselves to him.
Sexual partners
Despite his many sexual partners, Modigliani loved only two women in his life.
The first was Beatrice Hastings, an English aristocrat, poetess, five years older than the artist. They met in 1914 and immediately became inseparable lovers.
They drank together, had fun and often fought. Modigliani, in a rage, could drag her by the hair along the sidewalk if he suspected her of attention to other men.
But despite all these dirty scenes, it was Beatrice who was his main source of inspiration. During the heyday of their love, Modigliani created his best works. Still, this stormy romance could not last long. In 1916, Beatrice ran away from Modigliani. Since then they have not seen each other again.
The artist grieved for his unfaithful girlfriend, but not for long.
In July 1917, Modigliani met 19-year-old Jeanne Hebuterne.
The young student came from a French Catholic family. The delicate, pale girl and the artist settled together, despite the resistance of Jeanne’s parents, who did not want a Jewish son-in-law. Jeanne not only served as a model for the artist’s works, she went through with him years of serious illness, periods of rudeness and outright rowdyism.
In November 1918, Jeanne gave birth to Modigliani’s daughter, and in July 1919, he proposed marriage to her “as soon as all the papers arrive.”
Why they never got married remains a mystery, since these two were, as they say, made for each other and remained together until his death 6 months later.
When Modigliani lay dying in Paris, he invited Jeanne to join him in death, “so that I could be with my beloved model in paradise and enjoy eternal bliss with her.”
On the day of the artist’s funeral, Zhanna was on the verge of despair, but did not cry, but was only silent the whole time.
Pregnant with their second child, she threw herself from the fifth floor to her death.
A year later, at the insistence of the Modigliani family, they were united under one gravestone. The second inscription on it read:
Jeanne Hebuterne. Born in Paris in April 1898. Died in Paris on January 25, 1920. Faithful companion of Amedeo Modigliani, who did not want to survive separation from him.
Modigliani and Anna Akhmatova
A. A. Akhmatova met Amedeo Modigliani in 1910 in Paris, during her honeymoon.
Her acquaintance with A. Modigliani continued in 1911, at which time the artist created 16 drawings - portraits of A. A. Akhmatova. In her essay about Amedeo Modigliani, she wrote: In 10, I saw him extremely rarely, only a few times. Nevertheless, he wrote to me all winter. (I remember several phrases from his letters, one of them: Vous etes en moi comme une hantise / You are like an obsession in me). He didn’t tell me that he wrote poetry.
As I now understand, what struck him most about me was my ability to guess thoughts, see other people’s dreams and other little things that those who know me have long been accustomed to.
At this time, Modigliani was raving about Egypt. He took me to the Louvre to see the Egyptian section and assured me that everything else was unworthy of attention. Drew my head in decoration Egyptian queens and dancers and seemed completely captivated by the great art of Egypt. Apparently Egypt was his latest hobby. Soon he becomes so original that you don’t want to remember anything when looking at his canvases.
He did not draw me from life, but at his home - he gave these drawings to me. There were sixteen of them. He asked me to frame them and hang them in my room. They died in a Tsarskoye Selo house in the first years of the revolution. Only one survived; unfortunately, it contains less foreshadowing of its future than the others."
Modigliani, who lived and died in Montparnasse, a stranger who lost contact with his homeland and found in France the true home of his art, is perhaps the most modern of our modern artists. He was able to express not only acute feeling time, but also the time-independent truth of humanity. To be a modern artist essentially means to creatively convey the awe of one’s era, to express its living and deep psychology. To do this, it is not enough to dwell on the external appearance of things; for this you need to be able to reveal their soul. This is exactly what Modigliani, the artist of Montparnasse, an artist belonging to the whole world, was able to do superbly.”1
1 (Quote from the text published in the magazine "Monparnasse". Paris, 1928, No. 50.)
What can be added to these beautiful words of Modigliani’s sensitive, honest-minded contemporary? Is it just that his work remains the same today for us, for everyone who cherishes true humanity in art, captured in the images of high and passionate poetry
Amedeo Modigliani
“Should I tell you what qualities, in my opinion, define real art?” the very old Renoir once asked one of his future biographers, Walter Pach. “It should be indescribable and inimitable... A work of art should swoop down on the viewer, embrace It is entirely possible to take it with you. Through a work of art, the artist conveys his passion, this is the current that he emits and with which he draws the viewer into his obsession." It seems to me that, in any case, such a definition applies to some works of the mature Modigliani.
Self Portrait - 1919 - Painting - oil on canvas
Italian painter, sculptor; belonged to the "Paris School". Grace of linear silhouettes, the finest color relationships, heightened expressiveness of emotional states create special world portrait images.
The love between Amedeo Modigliani and Jeanne Hebuterne is admirable. Zhanna loved her Modi with all her heart and supported her in everything. Even when he spent hours painting nude models, she had nothing against it. Modigliani, stubborn and hot-tempered, was charmed by the soft calm of his beloved. It seems that just recently he was breaking dishes during noisy quarrels with Beatrice Hastings, just recently he abandoned Simone Thiroux and her child, and then... He was in love. The fate of the poor, tuberculosis-stricken, unknown artist decided to give him a farewell gift. She gave him true love.
Jeanne Hebuterne - 1917-1918 - Private collection - Painting - fresco
Coffee (Portrait Jeanne Hébuterne) - 1919 - Barnes Foundation, Lincoln University, Merion, PA, USA - Painting - oil on canvas
Jeanne Hebuterne - 1919 - Israel Museum - Painting - oil on canvas
Jeanne Hebuterne (also known as In Front of a Door) - 1919 - Private collection - Painting - oil on canvas - Height 129.54 cm (51 in), Width 81.6 cm (32.13 in)
Jeanne Hebuterne in a Hat - 1919 - Private collection - Painting - oil on canvas
Jeanne Hebuterne in a Large Hat (also known as Portrait of Woman in Hat) - 1918 - Private collection - Painting - oil on canvas Height 55 cm (21.65 in), Width 38 cm (14.96 in)
Jeanne Hebuterne in a Scarf - 1919 - PC - Painting - oil on canvas
Portrait of Jeanne Hebuterne - 1917 - PC - Painting - oil on canvas
Portrait of Jeanne Hebuterne - 1918 - Metropolitan Museum of Art - New York, NY - Painting - oil on canvas
Portrait of Jeanne Hebuterne - 1918 - PC - Painting - oil on canvas
Portrait of Jeanne Hebuterne - 1919 PC - Painting - oil on canvas
Portrait of Jeanne Hebuterne Seated in an Armchair - 1918 - PC - Painting - oil on canvas
Portrait of Jeanne Hebuterne Seated in Profile - 1918 - The Barnes Foundation - Painting - oil on c
Portrait of Jeanne Hebutern - 1918 - Yale University Art Gallery - New Haven, CT - Painting - oil on canvas
Jeanne Hebuterne - Amedeo Modigliani's Love. That's right, Love with a capital. The day after Amedeo's death, she, unable to bear the grief, jumped out of the window.
His creative life was, in essence, instantaneous, it all fit into ten to twelve years of furiously intense work, and this “period,” oversaturated with unfinished searches, turned out to be tragically unique.
At the end of his biography it is customary to put a bold point: finally, Modigliani found himself and expressed himself to the end. And he burned out in mid-sentence, his creative flight was cut short catastrophically, he, too, turned out to be one of those who “did not live up to theirs in the world, did not love theirs on earth” and, most importantly, did not accomplish anything. Even on the basis of what he did undeniably absolutely in this one and only “period” of his, which continues to live for us even today, who can say where, in what new and, perhaps, completely unexpected directions, in what unknown Would this passionate talent, yearning for some final, all-exhaustive truth, rush to the depths? There is only one thing we can be sure of: that he would not have stopped at what he had already achieved.
Let's take a closer look at it, let's try to peer through the inevitable imperfection of any book reproductions. Slowly, one after another, let us unfold these portraits and drawings in front of us, so unusual, strange and at first glance monotonous, and then increasingly attracting us with some meaningful internal diversity, some deep, not always immediately revealed inner meaning. You will probably be amazed, and perhaps even captivated, by the passionate insistence of this poetic language, and you will not so easily get rid of what it suggests or whispers or suggests.
If you look carefully, the first impressions of the one-facedness and monotony of these images will easily be destroyed. The more you peer into these faces and outlines, the more you are overcome by the feeling of the engrossing depths that lurk either under the transparently clear, or under the displaced, crumpled and as if deliberately clouded surface of the image. In the very repetition of techniques (on closer examination there will be quite a few of them) you will feel the artist’s intense striving for something most important to him, and perhaps the most secret in all these people. You will feel that they were not chosen by chance, that they seem to be drawn to the same magnet. And perhaps it will seem to you that all of them, while remaining themselves, found themselves involved in the same lyrical inner world- the world is restless, untidy, sensitively anxious, full of unresolved questions and secret melancholy.
Modigliani writes and draws almost exclusively only portraits. It has long been said that even his famous nudes and nudes are psychologically “portrait” in their own way. In some reference books and encyclopedias he is called a “portrait painter”, primarily and by vocation. But what kind of strange portraitist is this, who only chooses his models himself and does not accept any orders, except perhaps from his own brother, a free artist, or from a congenial art lover? And who will order his portrait from him if he does not first give up all hope of a direct resemblance?
Blonde Nude - 1917 - Painting oil on canvas
He is a born, incorrigible distorter of the obvious and familiar, this eccentric who has doomed himself to an eternal search for unexpected truths. And it’s a strange thing: behind the roughly emphasized convention, we can suddenly discover in his paintings something absolutely real, and behind the deliberate simplification - something vitally complex and poetically sublime.
Here in some portrait there is an incredible arrow-shaped nose and an unnaturally long neck, and for some reason there are no eyes, no pupils, instead of them there are small ovals, as if by a spoiled child, shaded or painted over with something bluish-greenish. But there is a gaze, and sometimes a very intent one; and there is a character, and a mood, and an inner life, and an attitude towards the surrounding life. And sometimes even something more: something that secretly excites, that fills the soul of the artist himself, in some inscrutable way connecting him with the model and dictating to him the immutability, necessity, uniqueness of these, and not any other means of artistic expression .
Lunia Czechovska - 1919 - PC - Painting - oil on canvas
In another portrait, nearby, the eyes will be wide open and extremely expressive in the smallest details. But, perhaps, the simplicity of the palette, “excessive” definiteness or, conversely, “blurred” lines OR some other “conventionality” will be even more clearly reflected. In itself, this does not mean anything for Modigliani - in either case. This is important only in general, in the poetic discovery of the image.
Jeanne Hebuterne with Hat and Necklace - 1917 - Private collection - Painting - oil on canvas
But here is a drawing in which, it seems, there is nothing complete, in which what is familiar to our eyes is absent, and for some reason the unexpected and optional becomes the main thing. A drawing that seemed to appear “out of nothing,” out of elusiveness, out of thin air. But this amazingly free drawing by Modigliani is neither a whim nor a vague, careless hint. He is the subtlest, but he is also the most defined. In its grammatical understatement there is an almost tangible completeness of the poetically expressed, poured out image. And here, in the drawings, as in the painted portraits of Modigliani, again there is only something of an external resemblance to the model, and here he is a dubious “portrait painter,” and here the nature is transformed by the imperious will of the artist, which is not directly related to her, by his secret and impatient searches, gentle or impetuous touches. As if having peered into the one who is now in front of him, in one fell swoop having dealt with him almost into a caricature or raising him almost to a symbol, he will immediately throw this model of his on an irreparably unfinished canvas, on a half-crumpled piece of paper, and some force will draw him further, to another, to others, to new searches for Man.
Your own new form, Modigliani needed his own writing techniques due to his directness and sincerity. And that's all. He is an anti-formalist by his spiritual nature, and it is surprising how rarely he contradicts himself in this sense, living in Paris in an era of frenzied enthusiasm for form as such - form for form's sake. He never consciously puts her between himself and the life around him. That is why he is so averse to all abstractionism. Jean Cocteau was one of the first to see this astutely: 1 “Modigliani does not elongate faces, does not emphasize their asymmetry, does not gouge out one of a person’s eyes for some reason, does not lengthen the neck. All this comes together naturally in his soul. This is how he painted us at tables in “Rotonde,” he drew endlessly, this is how he perceived us, judged us, loved us, or refuted us. His drawing was a silent conversation. It was a dialogue between his line and our lines.”2
1(The translation of this text and all French, English, and German texts cited hereinafter is made by the author.)
2(Jean Cocteau. Modigliani. Paris, Hazan, 1951.)
The world he creates is amazingly real. Through the unusualness and sometimes even sophistication of some of his techniques, the immutability of the real existence of his images emerges. He settled them on earth, and since then they have lived among us, easily recognizable from the inside, even though we have never seen those who served as his model. He found his way, his special ability to introduce people to those whom he chose, pulled out of the crowd, from the environment, from his time, whether he loved them or not. He made us want to understand their longing and dreams, their hidden pain or contempt, downtroddenness or pride, challenge or humility. Even the most “conventional” and “simplified” of his portraits are incredibly close to us, directed at us by the artist. This is their special impact. Usually no one introduces anyone to anyone this way: it’s very immediate and very intimate.
Of course, he is no revolutionary - neither in life nor in art. And the social in his work is not at all equivalent to the revolutionary. An open direct challenge to hostile, contrary to his nature, phenomena of the surrounding life is rarely found in his work. And yet, Cocteau is right when he says that this artist was never indifferent to what surrounded him, that he always “judged, loved or refuted.” Not only in the famous sarcastic, almost poster-like “Married Couple,” but also in other canvases and in a number of drawings, one cannot help but feel how Modigliani hated well-fed complacency, cheap snobbery, conspicuous or skillfully veiled vulgarity, and all kinds of bourgeoisness.
Bride and Groom (also known as The Newlyweds) - 1915-1916 - oil on canvas
But understanding and sympathy clearly prevail over judgment and refutation in his work. Love prevails. With what heightened, subtle sensitivity he captures and conveys to us human dramas, with what careful obscurity he penetrates into the very depths of hidden melancholy, inescapable and stubbornly hidden from indifferent glances. How he knows how to hear the silent, unspoken reproach of an offended, disadvantaged childhood, a deceived, failed youth. There is a lot of all this, for another lover of thoughtless optimism, perhaps even too much in the gallery of people closest to Modigliani. But what to do if he sees this, first of all, and most often in “ordinary” people, in people not from “society”, to whom he is always so drawn: in the youth of the urban and rural lower classes, maids and concierges, models and milliners, delivery boys and apprentices, and sometimes among the women of the Parisian sidewalks. This does not mean at all that Modigliani is chained to suffering alone, that he is an artist of hopelessly resigned grief. No, he greedily catches and knows how to make the real power of human dignity, and active, sensitive human kindness, and persistent spiritual integrity shine through. Especially - in artists and poets, and among them - especially in those who, with silent persistence, gritting their teeth, walked the hard path of rejected but not bowed talent. And no wonder. After all, this was his path too - the path of “a short life, to the fullest,” which he once prophesied for himself.
The Pretty Housewife - 1915 - The Barnes Foundation - Painting - oil on canvas
Pretty Housewife, 1915
Serving Woman (also known as La Fantesca) - 1915 - PC - Painting - oil on canvas
The Maid (La Frantesca)
However, even in these years and later, Modigliani prefers to paint not the well-fed Parisian bourgeoisie, the “masters of life,” but those who are spiritually close to him - Max Jacob, Picasso, Cendrars, Zborovsky, Lipchitz, Diego Rivera, Kisliig, sculptors Laurent and Meshchaninov, good doctor Devrain in a military jacket, the actor Gaston Modot on vacation, in an open-collared shirt, some cute gray-bearded provincial notary with a pipe in his hand, some young peasant with heavy hands unaccustomed to rest on his knees, countless of his friends from the lower classes of Paris. .
Portrait of Max Jacob - 1916 - Kunstsammlung Nordrhein-Westfalen - Dusseldorf - Painting - oil on canvas
In 1897, Max Jacob moved to Paris. He searched for himself for a long time, one activity quickly gave way to another. Jacob worked as a reporter, a street magician, a clerk, and even a carpenter. He had a special artistic talent: he was well versed in painting, wrote critical articles. Max Jacob often visited exhibitions, where he met Pablo Picasso, and later Modigliani.
Jacob's friends considered him an ambiguous person, an inventor and dreamer, a lover of mysticism.
Many artists depicted Jacob in their paintings, but Modigliani’s portrait became the most famous.
Portrait of Pablo Picasso - 1915 - PC - Painting - oil on cardboard
Modigliani first met Picasso when he arrived in Paris in 1906. Their paths crossed often during the First World War: when most of their mutual friends went to the front with the French army, they remained in Paris. Modigliani, although not French, like Picasso, wanted to go to the front, but was refused for health reasons.
The usual meeting place for Picasso and Modigliani was the Rotunda cafe, one of the most popular establishments among bohemians. The artists spent hours there in intimate conversations. Picasso admired the sense of style that was inherent in Modigliani, and even once said that Modigliani was almost the only one he knew who knew a lot about fashion.
Both artists were partial to African art, which subsequently affected their work.
The scriptwriters of the film “Modigliani” point to supposedly strong competition between the artists, but the memories of friends do not confirm this. Picasso and Modigliani were not the best of friends, but the idea of their rivalry was invented to provide contrast to the storyline.
1917 Portrait de Blaise Cendrars. 61x50 cm Rome, Collection Gualino
Portrait of Leopold Zborowski - 1917-18 - PC - Painting - oil on canvas
Amedeo Modigliani met Zborovsky at a difficult time. It was 1916, the war, and few people bought paintings even by famous artists. Nobody cared about young talents; Modigliani earned nothing and practically starved.
The Polish poet Leopold Zborowski was inspired by Modigliani's work immediately when he first saw the paintings. They became close friends. Zborovsky believed so much in Modigliani’s great future that he vowed to make it happen at all costs. famous artist. Having allocated the largest room in his house as a studio for the artist, he wandered tirelessly all over Paris in the hope of at least selling something. But, unfortunately, the paintings were rarely sold. Zborowski's wife, Hanka, patiently cared for Amedeo, turning a blind eye to his difficult character.
Zborovsky’s efforts were ultimately not in vain, and in 1917 he managed to arrange an exhibition for Modigliani in the small gallery of Bertha Weil, which had long liked his paintings.
The exhibition, unfortunately, could not be called successful.
Leopold Zborowski - 1919 - Museu de Arte Moderna de Sao Paulo. Painting - oil on canvas
Modigliani knows how to poeticize the appearance of a person whom he loves and honors, knows how to elevate him above the prose of everyday life: there is something majestic in inner peace, in dignity and simplicity, in the very femininity of his “Anna Zborovskaya” from the collection of the Roman Gallery contemporary art. The fluffy white collar, raised high on the right and back, as if slightly supporting the model’s head against a dark red background, was not without reason considered by some art critics to be almost an attribute of Spanish queens.
Anna (Hanka) Zborowska - Galleria Nazionale d'Arte Moderna - Rome (Italy)
Anna (Hanka) Zabrowska - Painting - oil on canvas
Portrait of Anna Zborowska - 1917 - Museum of Modern Art - New York - Painting - oil on canvas
Portrait of Anna Zborowska - 1919 - PC - Painting - oil on canvas
1917 Jacques Lipchitz et sa femme 81x54 cm Chicago, Art Institute
Portrait of Diego Rivera - 1914 - PC - Painting - oil on canvas
At the end of June 1911, the Mexican painter and politician Diego Rivera arrived in Paris. Soon he met Modigliani. They were often seen together in cafes: they drank and sometimes became rowdy, hurling obscene phrases at passers-by.
During this period, Rivera wrote "Catalan Landscape", which determined a new direction in his work: he discovered a completely new technique.
Portrait de Diego Rivera - 1914 - Huile sur Toile. 100x81 cm Collection Particulière
1915 Portrait de Moïse Kisling Milan, Collection Emilio Jesi
Portrait of Henri Laurent, 1915, expressionism, Private Collection, oil on canvas
Portrait of Oscar Meistchaninoff - 1916 - PC - Painting - oil on canvas
Portrait of Doctor Devaraigne - 1917 - PC - Painting - oil on canvas
Portrait de Chaïm Soutine - 1916 - 100x65 cm Paris, Collection Particulière
Chaim Soutine moved to Paris after graduating from the School of Fine Arts in Vilnius in 1913. A Jew of Belarusian origin, the 10th child in an 11-child family, he could only rely on himself. During his first years, he lived in hunger and poverty, working in the “Beehive,” a hostel for poor artists, where he met Amedeo Modigliani. They struck up a very strong, but, unfortunately, short-lived friendship due to early death Modigliani.
Haim quickly developed his own technique and style of painting, and his work became a significant contribution to the development of expressionism.
Due to constant hunger, Chaim developed an ulcer. His face, framed by tousled hair, was constantly writhing in pain. But drawing was his salvation, it took him to another, magical world, in which he forgot about his empty, aching stomach.
1916 Portrait de Chaïm Soutine Huile sur Toile 92x60 cm wngoa
This is how he wrote to his friends. But no friendship can cloud the vigilance of his eye (Vlaminck remembers the authority in his gaze at the model while working). He does not forgive a friend for what he does not accept, which always remains alien to him or even causes his hostility. In such cases, Modigliani becomes ironic, if not evil. Here is Beatrice Hastings with a self-confident, capricious, arrogant expression on her face.
Beatrice Hastings had an affair with Amedeo, which lasted about 2 years.
Portrait of Beatrice Hastings - 1915 - PC - Painting - oil on canvas
Portrait of Beatrice Hastings - 1916 - The Barnes Foundation - Painting - oil on canvas
Portrait of Beatrice Hastings - 1915 - PC - Painting - oil on canvas 2
Beatrice Hastings Leaning on Her Elbow
Beatrice Hastings Standing by a Door
Beatrice Hastings, Seated - 1915 - Private collection
Beatrice Hastings
But bored, as if looking over people, the pretentious Paul Guillaume deliberately casually leaned on the back of his chair.
1916 Portrait de Paul Guillaume 81x54 cm Milan Civicca Galeria d"Arte Moderna
Modigliani knew Jean Cocteau very well as an unusually gifted person. He knew his brilliant, sharp mind, his multifaceted talent as a poet, artist, critic, composer of famous ballets, novelist and playwright. But at the same time, Cocteau was considered the founder of the style of “elegant bohemia”, “the inventor of fashions and ideas”, the personification of “winged craftiness”, “an acrobat of the word”, consummate master salon conversation about everything and anything. There is also something of this Cocteau in Modigliani’s portrait, where he seems to be pre-proportioned with the exaggeratedly high back and comfortable armrests of a stylish chair, all of straight lines and sharp angles - shoulders, elbows, eyebrows, even the tip of the nose: cold dandyism emanates from the adopted pose, and from the most elegant blue suit, and from the impeccable “butterfly” tie.
Portrait of Jean Cocteau - 1917 - PC - Painting - oil on canvas
I do not have access to an exhaustive objective analysis of Modigliani's style. But there are some common features in it that probably catch the eye of every attentive viewer. One cannot help but notice, for example, how much he has, especially among more early works, unfinished - or rather, something that many other artists would probably recognize as unfinished. Sometimes it may seem like a sketch, which for some reason he does not want to develop and improve, perhaps because he values the first impression too much. Some people find this annoying; they talk about unjustified conventions, even about “inaccurate” painting. Juan Gris has an aphorism: “In general, one should strive for good painting, which is always conditional and precise, as opposed to bad painting, unconditional, but not precise” (“C”est, somme toute, faire une peinture inexacte et precise, lout le contraire de la mauvaise peinlure qui est exacle el imprecise")1.
1 (Quoted from the book: Pierre Courthion. Paris de temps nouveaux. Geneve, Skira, 1957.)
Or maybe this understatement, combined with the authority of his craftsmanship, is Modigliani’s main attractive force for us?
Lionello Venturi and a number of other researchers of his work are confident that the basis of his stylistic originality is a line, as if leading the color. And indeed: smooth, soft or, on the contrary, hard, rough, exaggerated, thickened, it every now and then violates reality and at the same time revives it in an unexpected, striking quality. Freely capturing planes layered on top of each other, she creates a feeling of depth, volume, “the visibility of the invisible.” She seems to bring forward this beautiful Modigliani “physicality”, the play of the finest color nuances and tints, making them breathe, pulsate, and fill with warm light from within.
1918 Portrait de Jeanne Nébuterne. 46x29 cm. ParisCollection Particulière
Elvire au col blanc - 1918 - 92x65 cm - Paris Collection - Particulière
Etude pour le portrait de Franck Burty Havilland - 1914 - Huile sur Toile. Los Angeles County Museum
Frans Hellens - 1919 - PC - oil on canvas
Giovanotto dai Capelli Rosse - 1919 - oil on canvas
Girl on a Chair (also known as Mademoiselle Huguette) - 1918 - PC - oil on canvas - Height 91.4 cm (35.98 in) Width 60.3 cm (23.74 in)
Jacques and Berthe Lipchitz - 1917 - The Art Institute of Chicago (USA) - oil on canvas
Joseph Levi - 1910 - Private collection - Painting - oil on canvas
Little Girl in Black Apron - 1918 - Kunstmuseum Basel - Painting - oil on canvas
In the spring of 1919, Modigliani again spent some time in Capa. Sending a postcard from there to his mother with a view, he wrote to her on April 12: “As soon as I get settled, I’ll send you the exact address.” But he soon returned to Nice, where everything lately his work was hampered by efforts to restore the missing papers. In addition, he also caught the “Spanish flu” there - a dangerous infectious disease that was then raging throughout Europe. As soon as he got out of bed, he went back to work.
The intensity of his creativity in this and the subsequent, Parisian periods is truly amazing, especially if you think about the fact that all this time he was already terminally ill, as it turned out later. How many portraits of Jeanne alone he painted then and how many drawings he made of her! And the famous “Girl in Blue”, and the wonderful portraits of Germaine Survage and Madame Osterlind, and the “Nurse with a Child”, which is usually called the “Gypsy”, and a whole series of his increasingly perfect nudes... All this was created for what about a year and a half.
Little Girl in Blue - 1918 - PC - Painting - oil on canvas
The Pretty Vegetable Vendor (also known as La Belle Epiciere) - 1918 - PC - Painting - oil on canvas
Pink Blouse - 1919 - Musee Angladon - Avignon - Painting - oil on canvas
Portrait de Madame L - 1917 - Painting - oil on canvas
Portrait of a Girl (also known as Victoria) - 1917 Tate Modern - London - Painting - oil on canvas
Ilya Ehrenburg, Russian poet, novelist and photographer, emigrated to France in 1909. In Paris, studying literary activity and while moving in the circles of young artists, he met Modigliani. Like Modigliani, Cocteau and other artists, he spent his evenings at the Rotunda cafe. It took Ehrenburg a long time to unravel the mystery of Modigliani’s restless character, which he described in “Poems about Eves” of 1915:
You were sitting on a low staircase,
Modigliani.
Your cries are that of a petrel, the tricks of a monkey.
And the oily light of a lowered lamp,
And the hot hair is blue!..
And suddenly I heard the terrible Dante -
Dark words began to hum and splash out.
You threw the book
You fell and jumped
You were jumping around the hall
And the flying candles swaddled you.
O madman without a name!
You shouted - “I can do it!” I can!"
And some clear pine trees
Grew up in a burning brain.
Great creature -
You went out, cried and lay down under the lantern.
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Thank you for your attention! To be continued...
Text based on the book by Vitaly Yakovlevich Vilenkin "Amadeo Modigliani"
Amedeo Modigliani- Italian painter, sculptor, a prominent representative of expressionism, a world-famous artist of the Parisian art school.
Amedeo grew up in Italy, where he studied ancient art and became interested in painting. He studied drawing at the Florentine and then at the Venetian Academy of Arts. Having moved to the capital of France in 1906, he came under the influence of the works of. But as a result, he developed his own unique style, the distinctive feature of which was rich, dense color.
In the fall of 1907, Amedeo Modigliani met the doctor Paul Alexandre, who became the first patron of the young artist and a collector of his paintings. In the same year, the first exhibition of paintings by the aspiring artist took place at the Autumn Salon. Beginning in 1908, his exhibitions were regularly held at the Salon des Indépendants.
Modigliani's talent as a painter was most fully revealed in the genre of portraiture. The artist never took orders to paint his portraits and depicted only people he knew well, as if recreating his own image of the model.
During his life in Paris, the artist constantly changed his residential addresses. Many believe that eternal homelessness was a blessing for him, creating the ground for creative upswings. For some time, the artist lived in a workshop shed, located in the middle of a vacant lot, completely overgrown with bushes. Sometimes he even had to spend the night at the Paris Saint-Lazare train station.
In the spring of 1909, the painter moved to an atelier located in Montparnasse. A year later, he met young Anna Akhmatova and was infatuated with her for more than a year. The impetus for the development of Modigliani's sculptural creativity was his acquaintance with the sculptor. In 1911, Amedeo Modigliani exhibited his creations. stone heads. In 1912, he exhibited 7 of his sculptures at the Autumn Salon. In 1913 he decided to return to painting.
At this time, the artist’s chronic tuberculosis worsened, so he was not taken to the front in the First World War. For several years he lived in Paris, where he painted and periodically organized exhibitions. In 1917 Amedeo met the young Jeanne Hebuterne, who became his main model. Some time later, the young people began to live together. In 1918, they had to leave Paris to escape the war and go to the south of France. In November 1918, Modigliani and Hebuterne had a daughter.
Two years later, the artist died of tuberculosis. The next day, Jeanne Heburtin, who was at that time on last month pregnancy, committed suicide.
Late at night, Modigliani and Jeanne Hebuterne walked along the fence of the Luxembourg Gardens. Suddenly, an inhuman scream burst from his chest, reminiscent of the roar of a wounded animal. He rushed at Zhanna and shouted: “I want to live! Can you hear? I want to live! started beating her. Then he grabbed me by the hair and pushed me with all my might onto the iron grating of the garden. Zhanna did not utter a single sound. Having slightly recovered from the blow, she stood up, walked up to Modigliani and took him by the hand. His sudden rage had already melted away like snow in the sun, and streams of tears were streaming down his face. “I don’t want to die,” he told Jeanne. “I don’t believe there’s anything there.”
Amedeo Clemente Modigliani (Italian, 1884-1920)
“Maudie,” Zhanna said affectionately and very softly in the tone in which one would persuade a stubborn child, “I’ve told you about this so many times. Why do you still doubt it?” He trustingly clung to her, and after a couple of minutes the strange couple disappeared around a bend in the road.Modigliani was fading. Lately he has changed beyond recognition and has become like a ghost: bony as a skeleton, with a bluish complexion and shaking hands. It was, of course, no secret - there are no secrets in Montparnasse - that Modi had tuberculosis, but this disease had haunted him since his early youth, and he knew how to cope with it under much worse circumstances. Rumors spread throughout Paris that since Modi became involved with Jeanne Hebuterne, she, like a vampire, is sucking his powerful life force out of Modigliani.
If not for this strength, he would have died in one of the Parisian ditches thirteen years ago. Then, in the fall of 1906, the spoiled dandy Amedeo, or Dedo at home, the scion of a once wealthy, but now impoverished Jewish family from the Italian town of Livorno, came to Paris. A handsome young man with curly black hair, dressed in a strict dark suit with a hard collar, a buttoned vest and a snow-white shirt with starched cuffs, in Montparnasse was at first mistaken for a stockbroker. Amedeo was extremely offended by this, because the broker was actually his father Flaminio Modigliani, which the young man did not want to talk about. He preferred to introduce himself as the son of a wealthy Roman banker and the great-grandson of Benedict Spinoza. ( maiden name one of the great-grandmothers, apparently, was in fact Spinoza. Which, in turn, gave reason to assume the presence of a family connection with the great philosopher. Nothing more.)
1906
From his early youth, Amedeo fancied himself an artist - he studied painting a little in Florence and Venice, but came to Paris in order to get acquainted with new art and, of course, become famous. Rarely has any aspiring artist been as confident in his talent as this handsome Italian. However, Montparnasse was teeming with unrecognized geniuses just like him, who came here from all over the world.It turned out that in order to be an artist in Paris, one must not so much be able to draw as be able to lead a very special life. A miserable barn made of wooden planks and sheets of tin - this was Amedeo’s first home. The walls are covered with drawings and sketches; the furniture consists of two wicker chairs with broken legs found on the street. The bed was a rag thrown in the corner, and the table was an overturned box. Amedeo enthusiastically settled into his new apartment; after all, the main thing is that he is now in Paris, and very soon he will become famous and then he will find something more decent for himself, and this shack will be turned into a museum. Amedeo knew that there was nothing to count on for help from his family - his father had left them long ago, and the money his mother sent him was barely enough for canvases and paints. In addition, Modigliani’s living conditions were generally ordinary for Montparnasse. Picasso's nearby studio, for example, was not much more luxurious.
Eugenia Garcin and Flaminio Modigliani, in the year of Amedeo's birth, 1884
Amadeo with his mother, Eugenia Garcin, 1886
Evgenia Garsen 1925
In Livorno, Amedeo was used to communicating with clean, well-bred young men from good families, I immediately had to make acquaintance with a very strange public: the Parisian artistic bohemia consisted mostly of homosexuals, drug addicts, gigolos, religious fanatics of all directions, Kabbalists, mystics and simply crazy people. Fierce debates about art, which usually began in Picasso’s studio, were transferred to the famous Rotunda cafe, where the enthusiasm of the debaters was fueled by heavy doses of alcohol and hashish.Once on Christmas Eve, Modigliani dressed up as Santa Claus and handed out free hashish lozenges at the entrance to the Rotunda cafe. Unaware of the presence of a “secret filling,” cafe visitors happily swallowed them. That evening, the intoxicated bohemia almost destroyed the Rotunda: representatives of the highest creative circles The lamps of Paris were broken and rum was poured on the ceiling and walls.
The famous Rotunda, where Amedeo Modigliani was a regular
Soon Modigliani simply turned into Modi and every dog in the area already knew him. (Modi, as he was often called by friends and colleagues, is phonetically the same as the French word maudit, which means “damned”). Since no one wanted to give a centime for his drawings, Modi soon had nothing to pay even for a shack. Sometimes he whiled away the nights under the table in a tavern, sometimes on a bench in the park, and then he settled for himself in an abandoned monastery behind the Place Blanche, where he loved to work at night to the echoing accompaniment of the wind rushing through the eye sockets of the windows.Modi had his own quirks, for which, by the way, many in Montparnasse respected him: for example, he preferred to go hungry, but, unlike others, he flatly refused to do work just for the sake of money - for example, painting signs. He was a great maximalist and did not want to waste his talent. More than once, his comrades persuaded him to use a simple and reliable way to fill his stomach early in the morning, under the doors of wealthy townspeople, peddlers left their goods - buns, bacon, milk, coffee. A little dexterity and skill - and you are guaranteed a delicious breakfast. However, the proud and scrupulous Modigliani never agreed to participate in this.
Amedeo Clemente Modigliani (Italian, 1884-1920) “Woman's head with beauty spot” 1906
Why did he endure such need? His paintings were considered “daubs” among artists; no one took them seriously. Offended by this attitude, Modigliani stopped going to Picasso and gradually moved away from his circle, especially since avant-garde art had almost no interest in him. In splendid isolation, he tried to give form on canvas or paper to what he vaguely felt, but did not yet know how to express.Instead of the coveted glory of picturesqueness, this Italian Jew, handsome as an ancient god, very soon acquired the fame of the first lover in Montparnasse. The paradox was that poor Modi was not really interested in women at all. He was by no means a homosexual. but he looked at the young ladies only as more or less successful natures.
Every single one of his models stayed in his bed - prostitutes, maids, flower girls, washerwomen. Inviting the model to share a bed with him after a posing session was for Modigliani the same act of politeness as for a bourgeois offering tea to guests, and meant exactly the same - no more and no less. He did not want to enjoy, but to embody. He was looking for his painting material. However, women did not understand all these subtleties and took his gallantry at face value. That is, for love, or at least for being in love.
In the summer of 1910, newlyweds Anna Akhmatova and Nikolai Gumilyov arrived in Paris. At first sight, Akhmatova was captivated by this “sight of Montparnasse.” Modigliani seemed to her the most picturesque man she had ever seen: that day he was dressed in yellow corduroy trousers and a loose jacket of the same color. Instead of a tie, there is a bright orange silk bow, and around the belt there is a fiery red scarf. Running past with his usual blue folder with drawings, Modigliani also stopped his gaze on the elegant Russian. “A very, very curious nature,” he thought, and he smiled broadly, winked conspiratorially at the girl, then picked a flower from the flowerbed and threw it at her feet. Gumilyov stood next to Anna, but he only shrugged his shoulders: he knew that here, in Montparnasse, the laws of generally accepted morality are abolished.
Anna Akhmatova in a drawing by Modigliani 1911
Modi never got hung up on women, they came into his life and left it, leaving his heart untouched: Madeleine, Natalie, Elvira, Anna, Marie - an endless string of beauties whose charms he immortalized with his canvases. Modigliani managed to live with one of them, the English journalist Beatrice Hastings, for two whole stormy years, but he saw her more as “his boyfriend” than his mistress. They drank together, rowded, fought and tore each other's hair out. And when Beatrice said that she had had enough of “all this exoticism,” Modi was not very upset.
Beatrice Hastings
Amedeo Clemente Modigliani (Italian, 1884-1920) “Portrait of Beatrice Hastings”
Modigliani once confessed to his bosom friend, the sculptor Brancusi, that “he is waiting for one and only woman who will become his eternal true love and who often comes to him in his dreams.” And then, on a dirty napkin that came to hand, I sketched a portrait of that “one and only.” Brancusi only remembered that she had straight, long hair.Despite his stormy life and poor health, Modigliani’s energy was in full swing: he sometimes managed to paint several paintings a day, consumed such explosive mixtures of hashish and alcohol that they knocked out some big guys, participated in all kinds of carnivals, amusements, tomfoolery - in a word , lived to the fullest. He never ran out of enthusiasm and hope that he was about to be noticed, appreciated, discovered... After all, in the end, even the arrogant Picasso admitted that Modi had talent. Over time, Modigliani even acquired his own agent, the Pole Zborowski, who began to find buyers for his paintings. And suddenly, overnight, something seemed to break in Modi: a girl with long straight hair appeared on the horizon...
For the first time he saw her in the same “Rotunda”, where 19-year-old Jeanne Hebuterne, a student Art Academy Colarossi, I once wandered in with my friend to have an aperitif. Modigliani, who, as usual, took his favorite place at the counter, noticed a new face, fixed his gaze on him and looked closely for a long time.
This is how she saw herself before meeting Amadeo
(self-portrait painted by Jeanne in 1916)
And this is how I saw Amadeo:
“Sit like this,” he turned to Jeanne after a few minutes and immediately began sketching her portrait on a piece of paper. That same night they left the restaurant hugging - thus began one of the strangest love stories in Montparnasse. The day after they met, wherever Modi managed to wander during the day to have a glass - in the Rotunda, at Rosalie's, in the Agile Rabbit - he gave the impression of a completely crazy person. His eyes sparkled excitedly, he could not sit still and every now and then jumped up from his chair and shouted: “No, listen!” The friends looked at each other in surprise: what happened to Modi? “I met the woman from my dreams! It's definitely her! - the artist repeated every now and then, as if someone were objecting to him. “I can prove to you: I have her portraits - an amazing resemblance!” Friends reacted to these speeches with cheerful laughter - of course, no one doubted that Modi would make such a joke. In Montparnasse it is not customary to talk seriously about eternal love. It's tasteless, bourgeois, and it makes everyone sick.However, Jeanne really turned out to be Modigliani's woman, his ideal type. And he, of course, understood this at first sight. She did not need to artificially lengthen her neck and face shape, as she did when painting portraits of other women. Her entire silhouette seemed to be striving upward, elongated and thin, like a Gothic statue. Long, waist-length hair braided into two braids, blue almond-shaped eyes seemed to be looking somewhere above this mortal world and seeing something inaccessible to others. No one would call Jeanne a beauty, but there was something bewitching about her - everyone recognized this.
But what did the young girl find in a thirty-two-year-old emaciated half-tramp with the burning eyes of a tuberculosis patient? By 1917, when they met, Modi was no longer the romantic handsome man who had once attracted Akhmatova’s attention. The wild black curls thinned, the teeth - or rather, what was left of them - turned black. When Madame and Monsieur Hebuterne, respectable Catholic philistines, found out who their daughter had become involved with, they immediately threatened her with a parental curse if she did not immediately leave this dirty shaggy Jew. The father of the family, Achille-Casimir Hebuterne, held an extremely respectable, from his point of view, position as senior cashier in a haberdashery store. He wore hard collars, a black frock coat and was completely devoid of a sense of humor. The Hebuterns cherished the dream of raising their children - son Andre and daughter Jeanne - to be the same respectable people as they considered themselves.
...Now Modigliani appeared every day in the Rotunda or at Rosalie's in the company of Jeanne. As usual, he first drew visitors who he liked in some way, offered his drawings to foreigners who wandered in to admire the local colorful society (Modi always asked for a meager payment, and if this did not suit the potential buyer, he immediately tore the drawing into small pieces before his eyes scraps). By nightfall, having gotten pretty drunk, he would certainly start bullying someone. But even if Modi got into a drunken fight, Zhanna did not make a single gesture to stop him, and looked at it with amazing dispassion. There was no fear or worry in her blue eyes. Around two in the morning, Modi was literally thrown out of the establishment by the scruff of the neck, like a naughty dog. After waiting a minute, Zhanna rose and followed him like a silent shadow.Often they sat on a bench until the morning in complete silence, breathing in the cold night air and watching the stars gradually fade and give way to dawn. Modi began to doze off, then woke up again, until Zhanna pulled him by the sleeve - this meant that it was time to walk her home. Modi obediently followed Jeanne along the echoing and deserted Parisian boulevards to Rue Amio, where her parents lived, and then stood under the windows for a long time, listening to how, in the pre-dawn silence, the cries of Mother Hebuterne were heard throughout the entire neighborhood as she met her unlucky daughter at the threshold - “ a slut, a prostitute and a Jewish whore.”
He would have immediately taken her away from those pompous cretins of the Hebuternes, but where could Maudie bring Jeanne? In cheap hotel rooms with bedbugs and cockroaches? On park benches?
Soon, however, the problem was resolved - Modigliani's friend and agent Monsieur Zborovsky made a broad gesture, offering to pay for an apartment for him in the house where he lived, for which the artist undertook to supply him with at least two paintings or drawings a week. Zbo had no doubt at all that Modigliani was a talent who needed to be supported in every possible way, and that someday these idiot collectors would understand who should have been bought in Paris.
1917 Zhanna posing in the workshop
At the beginning of 1917, Modi and Jeanne moved to the Rue de la Grande Chaumière. And the next day, Modi threw a huge feast at Rosalie’s restaurant: on the occasion of a housewarming, Zborovsky lent money to Modigliani. Suddenly, Simone Thiru, an artist and model, Modi’s former girlfriend, appeared in the doorway, surrounded by a gang of her friends. Everyone was wary. Red-haired Simone was advancing straight towards Jeanne, her huge belly thrust forward. “Do you know, doll, that here he is,” pointing at Modi and tapping his stomach, “the father of this unfortunate child?” “You slept with me exactly as much as with everyone else here! So make someone else happy with your child! - Modi shouted, jumping up from his chair. - I recognize the child only from her! - Modi pointed to Zhanna. “Only she alone will carry my children!” People around me looked at each other in bewilderment - Modi behaved completely inappropriately. Firstly, everyone knew that he lived with Simone for a long time, and it is very likely that the child she is carrying is his; besides, such a story was very ordinary in Montparnasse - here they often could not figure out who was giving birth to whom. If Modi had recognized the child with the same equanimity with which he drank a glass of brandy, it would have seemed normal.Everyone around, including Simone, knew perfectly well that there was absolutely nothing to take from him, so he would have admitted it and that would have been the end of it. Most likely, Simone was expecting something like this, but Modigliani began to scream, and Jeanne looked at her and was silent. Simone caught her impassive, mysterious gaze, and suddenly she felt scared. “You are a witch! She hissed like a cat to her rival. - Or crazy!" she added quickly: “God will curse both you and your children.” “And you, handsome,” Simone said, turning to Modi, “your goddess will quickly bring you to your grave. So see you in the next world!” And Simone coughed desperately - she, like Modigliani, suffered from tuberculosis.
Gerard Modigliani, Amadeo's only son
On page 99 of Amedeo Modigliani's daughter's book "Modigliani: Man and Myth" there is an interesting footnote in which it is reported that Simone Thiroux died in Paris. Simone posed for Modigliani. She fell in love with him, but the feelings were unrequited. When the girl became pregnant, Amedeo refused to recognize himself as the father of the child. She gave birth to a boy that Modigliani did not even want to hear about. After Simone's death, the boy was adopted by a French family.
With the advent of Jeanne, Modigliani’s life not only did not return to a calm direction, but, on the contrary, completely went wrong. Now, instead of taking up his brush in the morning, Modi tried to quickly escape the break, leaving his Jeanne completely alone all day. He wandered from one cafe to another, selling his hastily made drawings to someone and buying himself a drink with these pitiful centimes. Modi soon lost the ability to work sober. After midnight, Zhanna would look for him in one of the drinking establishments, and often at the police station, and bring him home. She undressed him, washed him, put him to bed, without uttering a single reproach. They spoke strangely little to each other at all.
In the cafe. Modigliani second from right
It was not Zhanna, whom Modi called his wife, but Zborovsky, from early morning, before Modi had time to sneak away, who began to beg him to “work a little.” Modi was capricious, shouting that he could not write in a room “icy like the steppes of Siberia”! Zbo brought firewood, it became hot, like hell, and then Modi “remembered” that he had no paints. Zbo ran for paints. At this time, some naked model was patiently watching all this, perched in the corner of a hard, uncomfortable sofa. Hanka, Zbo’s wife, came running, worried that her husband was staring at the naked girl for too long (and she was also angry that Modigliani painted “all sorts of stupid sheep” and not her). Among this bedlam, screams, cries and persuasion, only Zhanna maintained complete equanimity. She was either quietly cooking something in another room, or drawing. Her face, as usual, remained completely clear and serene.It usually ended with Zbo personally bringing a bottle of rum from a nearby store. He understood that if Modi stopped working completely, then tomorrow he and Zhanna would have nothing to eat. Zbo has almost no Modi drawings left that could be quickly sold, so he will have to once again run to the pawn shop and pawn his last summer suit. Otherwise his crazy lovebirds will die of hunger.
Having drained the glass, Modi cursed and took up his brush. Every five minutes he would break into a coughing fit and cough up blood as if he wanted to spit out his insides. But even these heartbreaking sounds did not cause any signs of concern in Zhanna.
Amedeo Clemente Modigliani (Italian, 1884-1920) “Portrait of the Polish Poet and Art Dealer Leopold Zborovsk”
Amedeo Clemente Modigliani (Italian, 1884-1920) “Anna (Hanka) Zabrowska” 1916-17
Amedeo Clemente Modigliani (Italian, 1884-1920) “Portrait of Leopold Zborowski” 1916-17
Amedeo Clemente Modigliani (Italian, 1884-1920) “Anna (Hanka) Zabrowska”
One day, when Modi, as usual, disappeared somewhere, Zborovsky and his wife almost forcibly dragged Zhanna to their place. In two voices, worried and interrupting each other, they began to explain to her that Modi needed to be saved, that he was dying: from drunkenness, progressive tuberculosis, and most importantly, he was losing faith in his talent. Zhanna listened to them politely, took a sip from a cup of tea, and raised her Blue eyes, shrouded in some kind of mystical veil, and said with soft confidence: “You just don’t understand - Modi definitely needs to die.” They stared at her in shock. “He is a genius and an angel,” Zhanna continued calmly. “When he dies, everyone will immediately understand it.” The Zborovskys looked at each other in fear and hastened to move the conversation to another topic.Walked First world war. The bombing of Paris began. Montparnasse was empty - everyone who could went to the front. Modigliani was also eager, but foreigners, especially those with tuberculosis, were not accepted into the army. During air raids on the city, Modi and Zhanna could often be seen on the street - they calmly walked under exploding shells and were in no hurry to take refuge in a bomb shelter...
Immediately after the end of the war, the demand for Modigliani's paintings suddenly increased; a large exhibition played a significant role in this French painting, which opened in the summer of 1919 in London. For the first time, critics paid attention not only to the paintings of Picasso and Matisse, but also to the paintings of Modigliani. Now Zborovsky gave Modi 600 francs a month (for comparison: a very decent lunch of soup, meat dish, vegetables, cheese and a liter of wine cost approximately one franc twenty-five centimes)! With this amount, a moderate person could lead a completely prosperous life, but Modi, who had dreamed of wealth all his life, was now completely indifferent to money.
The same applied to his beloved - despite the fact that their daughter was born in November 1918, Zhanna showed no need for new furniture, decent clothes, or toys for the baby. And Modi, having received another sum from Zborovsky, immediately went with one of his countless friends to restaurants. Now just one drink was enough for Amedeo to fall into a deranged state and begin to destroy tables and dishes. When the aggressive mood left him, he started a new show: he pulled out the remaining banknotes from his trouser pocket and scattered them like fireworks on the heads of visitors.Modigliani became more and more obsessed with the idea of his own death. His health was deteriorating every day, but he didn’t want to hear about doctors or treatment. I gave up work completely. Like a ghost, Modi wandered the streets of Paris and tormented everyone with endless whining: “That’s it, I’m finished! Do you know that I’m definitely finished now?” Zhanna looked for him at night and more than once found him lying in a ditch, sometimes in an embrace with the same drunken prostitutes.
1919, one of the last photographs of Modigliani
At the beginning of the winter of 1920, Modigliani came to Rosalie, poured himself some brandy, solemnly saying: “For the repose of Modigliani’s soul,” drank it in one gulp and suddenly began to sing a funeral Jewish prayer, which he had heard as a child in Livorno. Zborovsky, who arrived in time, with difficulty pulled the reluctant Modigliani out of the restaurant, brought him home and forcibly put him to bed. Zhanna went somewhere, Zbo went into the next room for something and... froze in horror: on the chairs stood two unfinished canvases of Zhanna - on one she lay dead; on the other, she committed suicide...
When Zbo returned to Modi’s room, Zhanna was already sitting at the patient’s bedside: they were serenely talking about something. An hour later, Modi began to delirium, and Zbo decided without wasting time to take him to a hospital for the poor.There Modigliani was diagnosed with meningitis due to tuberculosis. He suffered terribly and was given an injection, after which Modi never recovered. When the doctors came out to announce that Modigliani had died, Jeanne calmly smiled, nodded her head and said: “I know.” Entering the room (Jeanne was about to give birth again and walked waddling like a duck), she fell for a long time to the lips of her dead lover. The next day at the morgue, Jeanne ran into Simone Thiroux and suddenly stopped and slapped her twice in the face, quietly saying: “This is for you for my damned children.”
Modigliani's death mask
On the day of Modigliani's death, January 24, 1920, friends did not allow the pregnant Jeanne to remain alone and almost forcibly escorted her to her parents. For the Hebuternes, everything that happened was just a terrible, indelible stain of shame. Zhanna was lying on the sofa in her room, turning her face to the wall, and her parents in the living room were loudly arguing about her future fate. Father Hebuterne insisted that his fallen daughter leave his house forever. Jeanne's brother Andre, meanwhile, quietly went up to his sister. “Don’t worry about me, everything will be fine,” she whispered to him. And then she told Andre about the visions that had visited her more than once, that Modi is an angel and a genius who will have eternal happiness in heaven, and here on earth he will be recognized only after death; and that she, Zhanna, was sent into this world only to accompany Modi to where no one will stop them from loving each other...Suddenly Zhanna closed her eyes and fell silent, as if she had fallen asleep mid-sentence. Soon Andre dozed off, but was immediately awakened by the loud knock of the window frame. Zhanna was not in the room. And below, on the street, a crowd of onlookers was already gathering, gawking at the sprawled, mutilated body of a pregnant woman...
text in part by E. Golovina
As Jeanne predicted, Modigliani’s works became famous and in demand immediately after his death - they began to be bought up
already during his funeral. During his lifetime, unlike Picasso or Chagall, he was completely unknown, but a few years will pass
decades, and at Christie's auction a portrait of Jeanne Hebuterne, once painted by her impoverished lover, will be sold for 42.5 million dollars:
Amedeo Clemente Modigliani (Italian, 1884-1920) “Jeanne Hebuterne (Au chapeau)” 1919
