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Museum signage successfully contextualizes one aspect of art acquisition in the post-revolutionary Soviet Union, describing the art of wealthy nobles and entrepreneurs whose holdings became state property. The public education materials even name some of the ill-fated family lines--Morozov and Schukin--whose prized pieces added to the Pushkin trove. In a careful act of symbolic diplomacy, the museum utterly avoids the decades-long controversy which has suggested that much of the great academic and modernist art in the Russian collections was allegedly acquired per force by the circuitous ironies and changing political winds between the World Wars. Indeed, both the Soviet Union and Germany, each in their turn, appropriated millions in private collections as spoils of war and revolution. There has been an on again/off again movement advocating serious provenance research and the return of works to rightful owners. Though the jury is out and the issue nettlesome, it is a relevant subtext that one cannot overlook. As to the fabled Impressionist and Post Impressionist works in the Pushkin collection--including many pivotal, art historically significant works--materials from the State Museum itself suggest that many modern works were in Russia as the result of the oft-forgotten fact that such works gained an appreciative audience in Russia long before they captured the imagination of collectors further west. . . In other words, no one helped themselves to anything. Russian entrepreneurs were collecting advanced French art in the late 1800s, even before the rest of us. . . .sounds revisionist to me, but anything is possible. All that aside, what a delight to see Cezannes The Pipe Smoker (1890-92). Weve all read that Picasso and Matisse clung to the small Cezannes they purchased early and at great cost as sort of visual road maps detailing the balance between abstract structure, personal expression and observed motif. This unique way of seeing in effect jump-started the whole rhetoric of modernism, and in this Cezanne one sees that seamless interplay writ large and clear; the canvas is luminous. Finally--and this small work had the same impact when the Russians sent LACMA a selection of Post Impressionist works some years back--a whole gaggle of viewers (this writer included) stood rapt in front of The Prison Courtyard (1890), Van Gogh's teeny vortex of green prisoners circling round and round a vertiginous jail yard. Possession may be, for better or worse, nine-tenths of the law, and thus we are today the beneficiaries of the Pushkins generosity. |
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