"A finely wrought, highly precious piece of work. Russell presents all the available evidence in a highly readable way" is how The Sunday Times described the author's detailed account of Seurat's tragically short life and artistic development. 225 illus., 52 in color.
John Russell CBE (22 January 1919 – 23 August 2008) was an English art critic and journalist.
He started his career at the Tate Gallery in 1940, but moved to the country after the gallery was bombed during World War II.
He worked in Naval Intelligence for the Admiralty where he met author Ian Fleming, who helped to secure Russell a reviewing position at The Sunday Times in 1950. Russell was chief art critic at the New York Times from 1982 to 1990.
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Another in the excellent Thames and Hudson series "The World of Art" where there are just not enough colour prints for my liking but in the case of Seurat who died young (in his early 30s) and whose work consisted of several mammoth canvases, it is a chance to see how each painting evolved. Seurat was intensely private and secretive - not even revealing how he came to paint in his unique way, so Russell had to go to interviews with Paul Signac (in 1900), a great friend of Seurat's, who reveals the origins of his style. So secretive was he that friends and family were astonished to learn, after his death, that not only did he have a mistress (who managed to turn everyone against her when she contested the will) but he also had a baby son who died from the same disease (meningitis or diphtheria) only two weeks after his father's death. The book begins with the sensational reception of "Une Baignade, Asnieres" at the 1884 opening of the Salon des Artistes Independents (which Seurat helped to form). At only 24 Seurat had shown that he was heir apparent of the great picture architects of the past. Measuring 79 inches by 118 inches, the public were amazed at the unwieldiness and eccentricity of it. His earlier sketches dating from 1876-77 when he was a teenager shows an amazingly gifted draughtsman at work, even though he was not thought to be talented by his teachers (47 in a class of 80). There are a couple of pages of sketches of a gentleman showing how Seurat evolved his drawings. When Seurat was beginning to be known the art world was in turmoil with Manet and Renoir almost at their career's end and most critics being convinced that Impressionism was dead - "we had had enough of the lights and colours that stun us". Young artists then turned to Puvis De Chavannes, a traditional and now obscure painter and Seurat found in him, as well as Ingres and Holbein, an artist to worship. Russell shows through different sketches, some scribbled in the corners of art tablets how Seurat had in mind his big canvases years before he started on them. Fortunately there is also a reproduction of Seurat's first painting in oils "Sous-bois a' Pontaubert" (1883) and it is truly beautiful, the stark and spindly trees against the green foliage. On the negative side, Russell doesn't mention Pointillism very much, the art movement in which Seurat is synonymous. He refers to Seurat as part of the "divisionist" group and he did read and study the scientific theories of Charles Blanc and Ogden Rood. Looking at divisionist paintings ie Van Gogh's "Self Portrait With Green Felt Hat", it seems to employ the same style that Seurat used in his drafts or rough copies. With his finished paintings ie "La Grand Jatte" Seurat's style is a series of minute dots. All in all, if you love Seurat's works, this book is not really recommended. Only for the serious artist. I feel a spontaneousness and awe when I see his work in books etc, he was one of a kind, unique and to have each blade of grass analysed was a bit disheartening and especially when the artist had almost no private life. Apparently he thought himself superior to most of his contemporaries and his secretiveness and taciturnity derived from the fact that he was jealous of even his friends finding out his technique secrets and riding on his coat-tails to fame and fortune. Even so, his personality was strong and his friends hung on his every word and if they suddenly espoused different opinions, Russell feels sure that the opinions were probably Seurat's to begin with. Still doesn't make for riveting reading.
One of the better art books I have read. It, of course, is easy to analyze Seurat with his whole approach being the "science of art"—an idea I am very sympathetic to.
A good book about Seurat, it is easy to read and full of interesting facts about the great artist. The colour plates were wonderful and well... I just love Seurat.