Chaim Soutine (1893-1943), "The blue man on the road, the ascent of Cagnes, 1923-24.
"That generous spirit sustain me. " Ps 50.
"That generous spirit sustain me. " Ps 50.
passion and vehemence of the line: Soutine turns on the legacy of Rembrandt which he calls his "ancestor." On the road and around him, the material is thick, messy, brutal, saturated colors. The lines of the drawing are convulsive. Nature is like a cry, Soutine torture and deform.
A man is lying in the middle of the yellow path, arms outstretched. Did he suffer? "If the seed falls to the ground and dies ..." A man wounded, perhaps dead, perhaps waiting for help from a good Samaritan passing. But nobody comes. Trees and houses on the edge of the road writhing in pain and sympathize. Loneliness of the fighter, yes, but also secured in nature as the tormented man who lives ... Is there solidarity and brotherhood in the abyss of evil? Cry together. Everything seems
anxiety and end.
And yet, and yet ... in the disorder of the material and design is the soul human throbbing. There is life in matter and it is light. The cries, there's a song impetuous, like the river out of the temple (Ezekiel 47). Life here is external to man. The road, like a yellow trace the serpentine path through the canvas from top to bottom, looking away - as a stream of life and color-man and lying abandoned.
is the yellow line that winds of hope and is lost in the infinite, we leading in his dancing: "He who breaks away from his life in this world will keep it for eternal life.
With all those who fall and those who stay at the roadside ... Good way of Lent.
Sr. Nathalie CSJ, St. Guilhem le Desert, March 29, 2009.
A man is lying in the middle of the yellow path, arms outstretched. Did he suffer? "If the seed falls to the ground and dies ..." A man wounded, perhaps dead, perhaps waiting for help from a good Samaritan passing. But nobody comes. Trees and houses on the edge of the road writhing in pain and sympathize. Loneliness of the fighter, yes, but also secured in nature as the tormented man who lives ... Is there solidarity and brotherhood in the abyss of evil? Cry together. Everything seems
anxiety and end.
And yet, and yet ... in the disorder of the material and design is the soul human throbbing. There is life in matter and it is light. The cries, there's a song impetuous, like the river out of the temple (Ezekiel 47). Life here is external to man. The road, like a yellow trace the serpentine path through the canvas from top to bottom, looking away - as a stream of life and color-man and lying abandoned.
is the yellow line that winds of hope and is lost in the infinite, we leading in his dancing: "He who breaks away from his life in this world will keep it for eternal life.
With all those who fall and those who stay at the roadside ... Good way of Lent.
Sr. Nathalie CSJ, St. Guilhem le Desert, March 29, 2009.
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