"Il "Diario" di Delacroix pittore non è fatto esclusivamente per i pittori, e non perché vi si parla anche di musica e di letteratura. Delacroix, per parte sua, dichiarò che i suoi pensieri sarebbero stati utili ai filosofi, e non intendeva riferirsi ai professionisti, o per lo meno non a quelli solamente. Egli pensava che nessun libro, anzi, nessuna opera ha il diritto di esistere se non ha in se una certa filosofia, che è quella, si può aggiungere, senza la quale non ha senso nemmeno nessuna vita. Quello che ha conservato vivo il suo "Diario" e così "vere" per sempre le sue scoperte è un sentimento: un verace e profondo sentimento della pittura, quello che fece cosi ricca e appassionata la sua volontaria solitudine." (Lalla Romano)
Ferdinand Victor Eugène Delacroix was a French Romantic artist regarded from the outset of his career as the leader of the French Romantic school. Delacroix's use of expressive brushstrokes and his study of the optical effects of colour profoundly shaped the work of the Impressionists, while his passion for the exotic inspired the artists of the Symbolist movement. A fine lithographer, Delacroix illustrated various works of William Shakespeare, the Scottish writer Sir Walter Scott and the German writer Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.
In contrast to the Neoclassical perfectionism of his chief rival Ingres, Delacroix took for his inspiration the art of Rubens and painters of the Venetian Renaissance, with an attendant emphasis on color and movement rather than clarity of outline and carefully modeled form. Dramatic and romantic content characterized the central themes of his maturity, and led him not to the classical models of Greek and Roman art, but to travel in North Africa, in search of the exotic. Friend and spiritual heir to Théodore Géricault, Delacroix was also inspired by Byron, with whom he shared a strong identification with the "forces of the sublime", of nature in often violent action.
However, Delacroix was given neither to sentimentality nor bombast, and his Romanticism was that of an individualist. In the words of Baudelaire, "Delacroix was passionately in love with passion, but coldly determined to express passion as clearly as possible."
"bitch moan whine amazing insights of the romantic tempermant more whining long-winded passages about how i'm friends with balzac and ingres is such a waif and chopin has the flu again oh no i think i just sold another painting mozart is a genius but not as genius as beethoven and i think i'd totally have sex with Rubens if he were alive today and poor people are stupid" Delacroix
actually i think this book is amazing and I'm beginning to become obsessed with the diaries of people from history
Eugène Delacroix' Tagebuch ist vor allen Dingen interessant um zu verstehen, wie ein Künstler Kunst betrachtet. Er kritisiert und beurteilt am laufenden Bande Bilder, Bücher und Werke der Musik, währen sich sonst nicht übermäßig viel über sein Leben oder Begegnungen mit Dritten in dem Werk findet, denn auch die wiedergegebenen Gespräche handeln in erster Linie von Kunst.
Ich hatte das Manko, das ich dieses Werk auf zwei langen Zugfahrten gelesen habe und ich mir dabei nur sehr eingeschränkt die Werke vor Augen führen konnte, über die Eugène Delacroix urteilt. Das muss ich nachholen, da Delacroix zwar viel über bekannte alte Meister (vor allen Dingen Rubens - bewundert E.D. grundsätzlich, übt aber Kritik am Einzelfall - und die Caracci - mag E.D. nicht - schreibt) oder bekannte Maler seiner Zeit (Corot, Gericault oder David) schreibt, sind viele der von ihm besprochenen Werke nicht unbedingt die Bekanntesten und viele Künstler auch völlig in Vergessenheit geraten. Dasselbe gilt natürlich auch für die Werke der Literatur und der Musik, die Delacroix ebenfalls mit großer Emphase beschreibt. Insgesamt kann man viel lernen, auch wenn ich dem Urteil des Malers oft nicht zustimmen kann, viele wiederholt sich indes auch immer wieder unter anderen Vorzeichen.
Meiner Diogenes Ausgabe fehlt leider eine ausgiebige Kommentierung, diese wäre sehr sinnvoll gewesen.
One of the most inspirational and thought provoking journals I have ever read. Delacroix's journal offers insight into the mind of one of the most amazing painters to have ever lived. He is incredibly thoughtful and so self conscious. He is plagued while illuminated by his passions. Delacroix makes statements that reverberate through every aspect of life, love, and creativity. This is a fantastic read for anybody, artist or not.
“Vaarwel, beste vriend, ik verlaat je om te gaan eten; dat is vast niet aardig van me, maar aangezien we niet kunnen leven zonder te eten en we niet van elkaar kunnen houden zonder te leven, ga ik dus eten.”
I'm actually still reading this one, but rather than read large portions of it at a time, I usually just read one journal entry at a time when I go to the studio to paint. It is definitely a must-read for artists.
Il "Diario" di Delacroix è un modo per conoscere l'uomo, l'artista che, oltre a occuparsi delle meravigliose opere che ha prodotto, era interessato alla filosofia dell'arte, alla musica, alla letteratura, avendo per esse riflessioni per niente banali (e talvolta avanti coi tempi). Attraverso questo "Diario" scopriamo dunque un altro lato, più intimo, del grande artista francese.
Esențialul în lumea asta e să lupți împotriva plictiselii și a tristeții. Lucrează deci cât poți, secretul de a nu te plictisi constă, pentru mine cel puțin, în a avea idei.
I am stunned by this whole experience... E. Delacroix is such a diverse thinker, I really don't know where to begin in describing him...Although I must say He like Vincent Van Gogh are extremely well read and for thier age/epoch they seem very up to date with the currents of the thoughts of thier times and its ever changing flow... I'm at about page 541 slow going...
I am stunned by this whole experience... E. Delacroix is such a diverse thinker, I really don't know where to begin in describing him...Although I must say He like Vincent Van Gogh are extremely well read and for thier age/epoch they seem very up to date with the currents of the thoughts of thier times and its ever changing flow... I'm at about page 541 slow going...
I love journals and letter collections of famous people because they're often a valuable insight into the creative process of geniuses and also, we get to see them as living breathing and often very flawed humans.
Delacroix writes endlessly on his opinions of literature and music , his process for painting and mixing colors and for planning out his artistic process.
But he also has long breathless entries about love affairs, frustrations with wanting to both social and am introvert, worries that he isnt smart enough to be a genius, gossip about his famous friends George Sand and Frederic Chopin.
Whew! This may be the longest book I've read in my life (731 pages). But I did like this more than I thought I would. DeLaCroix seems to have been a bit of a philosopher as well as a great artist. He seemed to be in touch with his times and with himself. I think I would have liked him. Here are some of my favorite passages from the book. "Is living merely vegetating like a mushroom attached to a rotten stump?" "The presence of a friend is a thing so rare that it is worth all pleasures, or compensates for all miseries." "At a time when a man's mind has attained its maturity, his body weakens." "We are all enclosed, pell-mell – animals, men, plants – in that immense box called the Universe."
I first read this in High School. The subjects I enjoyed most were his thoughts on Aesthetics, or Genius artists such as Mozart, Rembrandt, Rubens, and Beethoven. He also discusses Dinner parties and how he dislikes certain aspects of his social circle. Sometimes he mentions how bored he gets, and other daily annoyances. A great book, but would be dull to those who aren't artists or interested in 19th century history . It feels like listening to a friend.
I totally fell in love with Eugene Delacroix when I read this journal. He's passionate and funny and independent. His thoughts on creativity, depression and sex still seem fresh today. Plus, he knew all the best people...and took no prisoners.
On the beauty of solitude he says.. "Think of the blessings that await you, not of the emptiness that drives you to seek constant distraction. Think of having peace of mind and a reliable memory, of the self-control that a well-ordained life will bring, of uninterrupted work, and plenty of it."
I would have preferred more anecdotes and less theorizing. It feels as if it was intended for publication, but there are some unguarded moments. A very likable voice comes through though.
Interessante scorcio nella mente di un artista che aveva da lamentarsi di tutto e tutti e non risparmiava commenti salaci a nulla e a nessuno, tra una riflessione e l’altra sulla pittura, la letteratura e la musica. In fondo lui voleva godersi in pace la sua solitudine e passare il suo tempo a dipingere. Come biasimarlo.
I feel like being too critical of this "book" is unfair. It's an artist's journal (selected entries). I found it personally relatable as I could identify with Delacroix even if I didn't understand all of his references.