This Life of Chagall covers the earliest period from his youth to his teaching in an orphan colony in Malachovska (1921). So youth in Vitebsk, study St. Petersburg, Paris, Berlin, Vitebsk, Petrograd, Moscow, Malachovska.
Enchanted by Chagall's incomparable painting I bought a number of books, including this personal work. Because Chagall's work is so original, cannot really be captured in any movement, I was extremely curious about his motives, his inspiration. From his earliest creations, probably still unaffected by education, he has a very own style, what he portrays and the way in which. Where does that come from? What were his very first expressions of art, what works were there before he was taught by Pen and attended the St. Petersburg Academy of Art, how were his talents recognized? I was very curious about his own story.
This book is almost as poetic as his work. Strange performances as a child. Like during a wedding his head detaches from his body to continue crying at the fish in the kitchen. Things like that explain his imagery from which he draws his inspiration. The way he perceives the world around him, that is pure happiness. The saying goes, "The wonders of the world are there for everyone, but not everyone sees them."
As a boy he floats in the river Dvina that flows through Vitebsk: “I am alone in the river. I take a bath. I hardly stir the water. Around our peaceful city. The milky sky, blue-black, is a bit bluer on the left, further upwards heavenly happiness radiates downwards. Suddenly smoke rises on the opposite bank from under the roof of the synagogue. As if you heard the cries of the burning Torah scrolls and the altar. The windows pop. Quickly, out of the water! In my naked I run over the tree trunks to get my clothes. I love burnings.”
In addition to his infectious childhood memories, it contains many of his etchings and drawings that are inspired by it, but those who expect a certain chronology or even a date, which drawings are free and which have already been influenced by his education, are disappointed. It is true that you see the characteristics of his descriptions of family members and people in general in the bizarre figures he portrays: “Everything is hiding in me, writhing and floating as a memory of you. Your pallor, the thinness of your hands, your parched skeletons grab me by the throat.”
I found it a wonderful book to read, especially his very first childhood memories give a good picture of life in a simple Jewish community. Not a literary tour de force, but almost a regional novel.