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The Drouot death knell?

Monday, February 21st, 2011

The great bell in the basilica of Sacre Coeur in Montmartre in Paris (left) is called La Savoyarde. In the light of the recent scandal besetting the Hôtel Drouot, the centre of Parisian auctions, it may be time to re-name that bell.

A few months ago, the French art world was plunged into crisis when numerous members of the so-called ‘cols rouges‘ (‘red collars’, after their red-collared uniforms) — the Drouot’s 150 year-old unionised family of auction porters historically drawn exclusively from the Savoie region of France — were accused of what amounts to organised crime.

Now the French economics newspaper Les Echos reports that an auctioneer and other officials connected with the Drouot have been remanded in custody this week pending investigations. In a new book on the scandal, French journalist Michel Deléan has described the Savoyard cols rouges operation as “a Mafia-type organisation.”

One or two seasoned French art world insiders I spoke to recently told me that everyone has been aware of the problem ”for years”, but that nobody was willing or able to blow the whistle. Around 6,000 people visit the Drout every day, with some 800,000 items changing hands each year, and yet only three official complaints of theft have been made against the Drouot in the past ten years. One can see why the privilege to work at the Drouot was handed down from father to son in Savoie families, occasionally changing hands between families for up to €50,000.

If, as seems likely, auctioneers and other Drouot officials have consistently turned a blind eye to the diverse criminal activities alleged to have been conducted by the Savoyard cols rouges, the crisis could yet deepen. What effect that might have on a French art market already critically weakened by the scandal and still constrained by sclerotic regulations remains to be seen.

A visit to the Drouot last week confirmed the extent to which it had lost what small lustre it once had. Wandering through the salerooms prior to the auctions, almost every room had the whiff of a down-at-heel provincial flea market. The porters from the Chenue logistics company appointed to replace the cols rouges stood glumly by.  Their simple, logo-stamped T-shirts may lack the old world iconicity of the red-collared Savoyard attire, but doubtless most auctiongoers would be happy to swap compromised pomp for plain propriety.

As if all this were not enough, the Paris branch of the venerable Wildenstein dealership dynasty has also been embroiled in allegations of “theft and concealment” after being found in possession of objects said to have been illicitly appropriated from their rightful owners by the Nazis. One of the families affected is the Reinachs. Alexandre Bronstein, a descendant of Joseph Reinach, whose collection was looted by the Nazis, claims that several pieces in the Wildensteins’ possession belong to his family’s estate, of which Daniel Wildenstein was executor.

This is particularly poignant. Just across town from the Hôtel Drouot on the Parc Monceau, stands the Musée Nissim de Camondo (left), the former family residence of the banker Moïse de Camondo. Moïse left his home and its fabulous contents to the French state as a memorial to his son Nissim, killed in action while flying for the French air force in the First World War.

Moïse’s daughter Béatrice survived her brother and her father, eventually marrying the composer Léon Reinach, Theodore’s son. A plaque on the wall of the Musée de Camondo testifies to the fate of Béatrice, her husband and her two children:

Mme. Léon Reinach, born Béatrice de Camondo, her children, Fanny and Bertrand, the last descendants of the founder, and M. Léon Reinach, deported by the Germans in 1943-44, died at Auschwitz.”

Dr. Tom Flynn

My Photo(Dr. Tom Flynn is a London-based writer and Art historian and is frequently blogging about interesting issues in the Art business. He has published books and  written journalism at numerous magazines including The Art Newspaper, Art & Auction, ARTnews, Art Review, Art Quarterly, Apollo, The Spectator, Museums Journal, The Sculpture Journal, etc.)

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Sale of looted Benin treasures “reprehensible and unconscionable”, say Nigerian cultural activists

Thursday, February 3rd, 2011

Just about every right-thinking person agrees that the looting of Benin’s cultural heritage by a British Punitive Expedition in 1897 was an indefensible act of colonial violence.

The retention of the Benin treasures by European and North American museums and the subsequent refusal to even discuss their return adds insult to that injury. But now, seemingly oblivious to the controversy surrounding the Benin objects, the descendants of Lieutenant Colonel Sir Henry Lionel Galway (1859-1949), one of the British officials directly involved with the Punitive Expedition, have chosen to consign to Sotheby’s some of the stolen objects that Galway retained for his own collection. The sale will take place in February.

Unsurprisingly, Nigerian groups are seething with anger at the family’s attempt to profit from their ancestor’s cultural aggression, condemning the decision to sell as “reprehensible and unconscionable”.

As everyone knows, the treasures seized from Benin in 1897 are of unparalleled beauty and matchless craftsmanship. Sadly, this also equates to a very high market value (the mask of Queen Idia is estimated at £3.5-4.5 million), which explains the family’s decision to sell. Will the sale go ahead?

The respected art market reporter Souren Melikian recently pointed out in an article in The New York Times that antiquities auctions are increasingly affected by the imperatives of the Unidroit convention. “Many [collectors] suspect that objects that cannot be proved to have been acquired before 1970 — the cutoff date set by the Unidroit convention — will become financially worthless or exceedingly difficult to negotiate.”

It is not only Unidroit that constrains the market, however, as the Benin objects may be about to demonstrate.

There is no doubt that the Benin objects were acquired before 1970, and yet they remain just as controversial — indeed arguably more so — than many other problematic objects on the open market, chiefly on account of the circumstances of their acquisition. One might wonder at the avarice of the Galway family in seeking to profit from the sale of these objects, but spare some of your disbelief for Sotheby’s who are clearly willing to brave the blizzard of negative media coverage that the February sale is already attracting.

Christie’s auction in Paris in February 2009 of the Qing Dynasty rat and rabbit heads from the Yves Saint Laurent/Pierre Bergé collection illustrated a significant shift in the terms of engagement when previously looted cultural objects come up for sale on the open market.

On that occasion, Cai Mingchao, the general manager of China-based Xiamen Harmony Art International Auction Co., bought the contentious bronzes at Christie’s sale, but afterwards refused to pay for them. I pondered here whether the nationalist fervour driving cultural heritage disputes might be ushering in a new era of guerilla activism at public auctions.

Sotheby’s usually disperse ethnographic material and ‘tribal’ art such as the Benin masks through their Paris salerooms, but it seems that Galway’s descendants requested that Sotheby’s sell them in London instead. Did they fear a similar campaign to that which greeted the Chinese Zodiac bronzes?

One Nigerian cultural group has already written to Sotheby’s department head, Helen Collier, requesting that she withdraw the items from the February sale. My guess is that such requests will fall on deaf ears. The major auction houses have consistently shown themselves to be indifferent to the nuances of cultural heritage disputes, placing ‘shareholder value’ above such ethical considerations.

Part of me feels glad that the Galway family has elected to consign these objects for sale, but only because this has the potential to raise global awareness of the Benin cultural heritage cause and put more pressure on museums holding those objects. One thing must happen first, however. Just as the British Museum continues to resist pressure over the Parthenon Marbles by arguing that the Greeks have thus far failed to make an official high-level request for their return, so too they will claim that Benin has also failed to stake an official claim for its treasures.

Finally, let us not forget that not everyone in Benin pines for the return of these objects. Eighteen months ago, I interviewed (here) the internationally renowned contemporary artist Romuald Hazoumé (left), a citizen of the French-speaking Republic of Benin (as opposed to the Kingdom of Benin). Hazoumé, who continues to collaborate happily with the British Museum, believes that until high-level corruption has been banished from Benin there is nowhere safe in which to house these cultural treasures, even if they were returned:

“It is better that they are in the British Museum right now,” he said. “If they were sent back to Benin they would be immediately sold to the Japanese and copies would be put in the Benin museum in their place. In Benin they need the money, you see, to buy votes. There is still too much corruption.” I ask if this is a view shared by many of his compatriots. “Of course! Everyone believes this!”

That kind of utterance is music to the ears of Western markets, auction houses and museums. And doubtless to the ancestors of Lieutenant Galway too.

Sign the petition to stop the sale of the Benin mask from going ahead:
http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/benin_mask/signatures

The Open University has produced a helpful little film (below) narrating the story of how the Benin treasures were looted by the British in 1897.

Dr. Tom Flynn

My Photo(Dr. Tom Flynn is a London-based writer and Art historian and is frequently blogging about interesting issues in the Art business. He has published books and  written journalism at numerous magazines including The Art Newspaper, Art & Auction, ARTnews, Art Review, Art Quarterly, Apollo, The Spectator, Museums Journal, The Sculpture Journal, etc.)

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Susan Philipsz wins Turner Prize 2010

Tuesday, December 7th, 2010

The Turner Prize 2010 was awarded to Susan Philipsz yesterday evening. The £25,000 prize was presented by Miuccia Prada.

The jury admired the way in which her work provokes both intellectual and instinctive responses and reflects a series of decisions about the relationship between sound and sight. Philipsz’s work draws on the immersive properties of sound and uses her own voice to create powerful sculptural experiences…

This year’s Turner prize nominees. Have a look!

Monday, December 6th, 2010

How many Picassos does it take to change a light bulb?

Tuesday, November 30th, 2010

Picasso: Photograph: Ralph Gatti

The news that Picasso’s erstwhile electrician has been found in possession of a valuable store of works by the artist — apparently given as gifts by Picasso and potentially worth countless millions were they to come to market — has triggered renewed interest in the problematic status of gifts in the art world…and the uncanny knack of electricians to be in the right place at the right time.


Pierre Le Guennec, a 71-year old retired electrician from the south of France, claims Picasso gave him the 271 works, which include paintings, notebooks, drawings and prints — and even a Blue Period watercolour — as gifts. Smelling a rat, the omnipotent Picasso estate have sent in the legal rottweilers, filing a case for “alleged illegal receipt” of the works in question, according to the BBC. Merde, alors!

Of course, had Picasso been some anonymous artist, struggling like his local sparky to make a meagre living, the “gifts” would never have come to public attention. But Picasso was no struggling artist. He knew the value of what he made. And while that doesn’t mean he wasn’t capable of generosity, it does make one wonder whether he would have given a couple of hundred works to his electrician. I mean, how many Picasso drawings does it take to change a light bulb?

This brought to mind the 2007 case of the Francis Bacon canvases “rescued” from a dumpster outside Bacon’s South Kensington studio after he had thrown them out. Who rescued them? Hey! An electrician!

Some years after the artist’s death, they were entered into a provincial UK auction where they fetched hundreds of thousands of pounds (a sale I reported in my blog and posted on YouTube). Many of these works were portrait studies from which Bacon had removed the face with a scalpel, leaving a gaping oval hole where the face had been. Most of us expected that brutal excision would do for them commercially, but no. They went to fetch extraordinary sums. Here’s what I wrote at the time:

“The back story was that an electrician who happened to be working at Bacon’s South Kensington home in 1978, ‘rescued’ the material from the rubbish skip to which, he claims, Bacon was about to consign it. According to the online account offered by The Daily Mail, the electrician, Mac Robertson, 75, ‘persuaded the artist to let him keep some of the junk.’ Robertson goes on to say, ‘I was in the right place at the right time. I had no idea that the bits and bobs Bacon was about to throw away might one day be worth a fortune.’ A £1 million fortune, to be precise. Why then, one is tempted to ask, did Robertson want the stuff — old cheque stubs, diaries, discarded photographs? Perhaps Bacon’s fame (celebrity was not the concept in 1978 that it is today) was enough to make his daily rubbish seem ‘interesting’ or, dare one say it, potentially valuable?”

The subsequent appearance of the objects on the market (at Ewbank Clarke Gammon’s auction rooms in Woking, UK) inevitably drew criticism from those who saw their removal from the skip and subsequent sale as a violation of the artist’s moral rights (Bacon’s consignment of the works into the skip was interpreted as a sign that he did not want them to appear as representative of his work as an artist.)

It is perhaps inevitable that mere mortals will seize upon the traces of a famous artist’s hand as they might a relic of the True Cross. But whether their motives are to get closer to the source of spiritual nourishment, or merely to cash in on the artist’s market value, is a moot point.

At the recent launch of his fine new book on Giacometti — In Giacometti’s Studio— the writer Michael Peppiatt told how visitors to the sculptor’s Montparnasse studio used to pick Giacometti’s discarded sketches off the floor and take them away with them. The artist saw these drawings as insignificant, but clearly those around him viewed them as something more precious — in more ways than one.

Perhaps Monsieur le Guennec really did purloin these works from Picasso, as alleged. But somehow I find it hard to muster any moral indignation about it. At least Picasso’s stuff was worth squirreling away. At least Bacon’s dumpster detritus still bore the imprimatur of his very particular genius. At least Giacometti’s scribbled heads were objects of genuinely compelling beauty.

Such illicit expropriation (if that’s what it was) seems unlikely to occur with many of today’s celebrity artists, few of whom can draw… or even paint.

As your average electrician might say, “No thanks. they lack that certain spark.”

Dr. Tom Flynn

My Photo(Dr. Tom Flynn is a London-based writer and Art historian and is frequently blogging about interesting issues in the Art business. He has published books and  written journalism at numerous magazines including The Art Newspaper, Art & Auction, ARTnews, Art Review, Art Quarterly, Apollo, The Spectator, Museums Journal, The Sculpture Journal, etc.)

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Small worlds: travels in a parallel universe

Wednesday, November 24th, 2010


I was at a reception at the Royal Academy a couple of nights ago for the launch of Michael Peppiatt’s marvellous new book, In Giacometti’s Studio (top). Artists’ studios have long been a source of fascination to writers and photographers, although few books have come close to Alexander Liberman’s The Artist in His Studio of 1960.


Liberman’s photographic essay gave us a privileged glimpse into the intimate working environments of the Impressionists and Post-Impressionists, the Fauves, the Cubists, the Surrealists, and what was then called ‘The New Generation’, which included Dubuffet, Richier, and indeed Giacometti himself.

What’s interesting about these projects is that the camera is drawn inexorably to the telling romantic details — the eloquent detritus on the floor, the humble wood-burning stove, the pinned-up postcards on the walls, the accumulated bricolage of the creative mind. But what they never quite grasp are the true dimensions of the room.

Giacometti’s ramshackle studio behind Montparnasse is caked in plaster dust, its walls covered with scribbles and sketches, the floor crowded with his signature totemic figures under construction, some shrouded in wet sheets to keep the clay damp. It’s hard to get a sense of how big the room is because the eye is always drawn to the art. However, as Peppiatt informs us, there wasn’t room to swing a cat in Giacometti’s studio. And yet it remained a popular meeting place for writers, painters, sculptors and assorted intellectuals for decades (1926-66).

After the book launch I got to thinking about that tiny studio as a symbol for the art world in general, which despite its ever-globalizing spread is also a small world populated by relatively few people, many of whom know each other. The main difference is that where Giacometti’s room was caked in grime, the contemporary art world is upholstered with cash.

Bainbridge’s sale (image: Rex Features)
The image, right, shows representatives of some of the wealthiest collectors in China crammed together like sardines on a French sofa in the small west London auction rooms of Bainbridge’s. The guy in the middle is turning to acknowledge the applause of his disappointed fellow bidders who have just watched him offer the winning £53 million for a Chinese Qianlong-reign imperial porcelain vase.

Western nations looted China of many of its cultural treasures in the 19th century and now the Chinese are wealthy enough to buy them back. But who are they bidding against in this project of cultural retrieval? Why, their fellow Chinese, of course.

One cannot help wondering why they don’t form what used to be called ‘a ring’. This is where a number of specialist dealers team up before a sale so as not to compete against each other on the lots they’re interested in. One of them is elected the bidder and the others stand down. Afterwards, when the group’s elected bidder has bought the lot at a fraction of what it would have cost had they all been competing against each other, they leave the saleroom and hold a mini auction in a local pub or coffee shop. One of them gets the lot but everyone else leaves with compensatory money in their pockets (based on the difference between what they actually paid and what they might have had to pay had they not formed the ring). After all, why give to the auctioneer what you can keep for yourself?

For decades, the ‘ring’ was a constant and pernicious presence at provincial UK auctions. I have no doubt it still exists in some form today, despite being technically illegal as a price-depressing mechanism. But clearly the Chinese haven’t cottoned onto it, or a version of it. Nor do they seem remotely concerned at having to pay such unconscionable sums to buy back what in many cases was taken from them by force.

Of course, these prices are all relative. There are now hundreds of billionaires in China and their numbers are expanding every week. This changes the relative significance of money and nowhere is that change more pronounced than in the art market.

At the Royal Academy book launch I got chatting to a prominent member of the London contemporary art trade who had just returned from the New York auctions. He was jubilant at the extent to which the market had recovered from the temporary blip of recession and was now back on its familiar upward bell-curve. “What you have to understand,” he said, with alarming nonchalance, “is that a billion is not that unusual any more. I have many collectors who think nothing of spending $600 to 800 million per year on their art collection.”

Clearly these guys are living in a parallel universe.

Meanwhile, the auction houses, aware of the availability of these seemingly limitless resources, are once again engaging in all kinds of exotic financial derivatives, erecting screens at the auction to close down the sightline between bidders in the room and their staff on the telephones, promising ‘guarantees’ to vendors and accepting “irrevocable bids” from mysterious third parties in return for a share of “the upside”. How all these mechanisms actually work, and the extent to which they manipulate the market, nobody can ever say since they are all conducted by faceless bean-counters in smokeless back office rooms prior to the sale.

And there I was, thinking ‘the ring’ was bad.

Dr. Tom Flynn

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Michael Peppiatt, In Giacometti’s Studio (Yale University Press in association with Eykyn and Maclean, New York and London, 2010), £33.25 (Amazon price).

Exhibition Recommendation: Adel Abdessemed: Silent Warriors

Sunday, October 3rd, 2010

Adel Abdessemed, Habibi,
2003, Resin, fiberglass, polystyrene, and airplane engine turbine, 1700cm
© Courtesy the artist and David Zwirner, New York

Opening:
Tuesday 21st September 18:30 – 20:00

Adel Abdessemed: Silent Warriors
Curated by: Ziba Ardalan
Parasol unit foundation for contemporary art
14 Wharf Road
London N1 7RW
United Kingdom

Artition: Highlights of August 2010

Sunday, August 15th, 2010

(Deutsch) MALER-GENIE Neo Rauch verdient Geld mit realem Sozialismus

Thursday, May 6th, 2010

Es ist die große Siegerehrung: Zu seinem 50. Geburtstag würdigen Ausstellungen in Leipzig und München das Gesamtwerk des Malers Neo Rauch. Für seine Bilder werden inzwischen Millionen gezahlt. Was manchen immer noch verwundern mag, schließlich bedient sich Rauch einer gewisse Sozialismus-Ästhetik.

Vielleicht sollte man einmal die Frage stellen, wo Neo Rauchs Bilder eigentlich herkommen? Es ist nämlich nicht so, dass die Leinwände in Depots in Leipzig eingelagert wären. Rauchs Bilder findet man in Miami, Los Angeles – und sogar auf Hawaii.

Man weiß nicht, was Sammler in solch sonnenverwöhnten Badeparadiesen an Rauchs verschatteten ostdeutschen Landschaften interessiert. Offensichtlich ist jedoch, dass der Aufstieg des Leipzigers zum „Malerstar“ kein ausschließlich einheimisches Phänomen ist.

Rauch hat seit knapp zehn Jahren die Unterstützung einflussreicher amerikanischer Sammler, er ist dort als einer der wenigen deutschen Maler seiner Generation durchgesetzt und auch wenn seit jüngster Zeit ehemals wohlwollende US-Kritiker wie Jerry Saltz vom „New York Magazine“ leise Zweifel an der dauerhaften Wirkung seiner Kunst anmelden, ist ihm zumindest eine Zeit lang der sichere Sitz im Kunstkanon garantiert.

Jetzt wird Neo Rauch 50 Jahre alt. Und feiert mit seinen Bildern: Der erste Teil seiner Doppelretrospektive eröffnet an seinem Geburtstag im Museum der bildenden Künste in Leipzig, Teil zwei dann am Montagabend in der Pinakothek der Moderne in München.

120 Werke werden gezeigt – eine Art große Siegerehrung. Ganz leicht kann es für die Kuratoren nicht gewesen sein. Das Œuvre lässt sich zwar ohne größeres Blutvergießen zwischen zwei Museen aufteilen, das zeigt aber auch schon, dass es für eine Rauch-Retrospektive keine einfache Blaupause gibt. Jedes Bild kann, keines muss dabei sein. Rauch hat keine „Demoiselles d’Avignon“ wie Picasso, keinen Stammheim-Zyklus wie Richter.

Er selbst könne auch nicht das eine entscheidende Bild in seinem Gesamtwerk identifizieren, sagt der Künstler, der stets auf hohem, aber gleichmäßigem Niveau gemalt hat. Und so wird der Besuch der Doppelretrospektive weniger ein schnelles Abschreiten der Highlights und eher ein langsames Abgleiten in das Universum des Künstlers, in dem verschiedene Figuren und Themen unablässig durch die Bilder kreiseln, die Werke miteinander reden und allmählich gemeinsame Erzählungen anstimmen, von Erschöpfungszuständen, gesellschaftlichem Auseinanderdriften, den magischen Kräften der Natur, jähen Gewaltausbrüchen, den Schwierigkeiten der Malerei und auch immer wieder von der Gemeinheit der Kunstkritiker.

Ein wenig ähnelt eine Ausstellung von Neo Rauch einem aufgeschlagenen Bilderbuch. Man kann sich leicht an den Szenen festlesen, jede einzelne seiner rätselhaften Kompositionen mit ihrer Vielzahl von Referenzen kann unendlich lange ausinterpretiert werden und ist am Ende doch nicht erklärbar. Gut möglich, dass es irgendwann bei Kunsthistorikern das eigene Fachgebiet der Rauch-Exegese gibt.

Die zwei Teile der Retrospektive versuchen auf unterschiedlichen Pfaden an das Rauchsche Werk heranzuführen. In München gruppiert Kurator Bernhart Schwenk die Gemälde nach formalen Ähnlichkeiten. Am Beginn stehen drei Bilder, die vorwiegend mit tonalen Abstufungen einer einzigen Farbe gemalt wurden: „Das Blaue“ von 2006 sowie zwei neue Werke, die erst in diesem Jahr fertiggestellt wurden: das rote „Übertage“ und das gelbe „Kalimuna“. Letzteres zeigt Menschen auf einer Straße vor zwei Ladengeschäften, in denen Kalisalz und Munition angeboten werden. Im Hintergrund ist ein Bergwerk zu sehen.

Wie so oft hat das Bild auch mit Rauchs Biografie zu tun: Seine Großmutter, bei der er aufwuchs, arbeitete im Krieg in einer Munitionsfabrik. Gleichzeitig demonstriert das Werk den eigentümlichen trockenen Humor, den der Leipziger in seinen Arbeiten gelegentlich durchschimmern lässt. In dieser doch eher altertümlich wirkenden Szene wird auf einem Verkauftresen neben Patronen und Salzkristallen auch ein Gegenstand angeboten, der entfernt an ein Handy oder ein iBook erinnert.

Nach dem „bunten Rauch“ im ersten Raum kann man in München noch der „braunen Rauch“ sehen, in dessen Bildern dunkle Töne dominieren und sich abstrakte Farbschlieren in die figurativen Szenen hineinfeuchten wie Stocknässe. Das sind vermutlich die typischsten Rauch-Bilder, fast schon Klischees ihrer selbst.

Weitere Räume demonstrieren, wie Rauch seit den 90er Jahren die Entwicklung der Malereigeschichte noch einmal in umgekehrter Reihenfolge vollzogen hat. Am Anfang seiner Karriere stehen flächige Bildträger mit stark grafischen Kompositionen und Protagonisten, die durch ihre Anleihen bei Comics und sozialistischen Werbeplakaten auch immer ein wenig an verblichene Pappfiguren erinnern.

Kurz nach dem Jahr 2000 entdeckt der Künstler dann die Raumtiefe und konstruiert seither verschachtelte, fast schon altmeisterlich gemalte Bühnenräume, auf denen sehr lebendig wirkendes Darstellerpersonal absonderliche Stücke aufführt.

THEMATISCHE ASSOZIATIONEN ZWISCHEN DEN BILDERN

Während man in München die Werke aus einem kunstwissenschaftlicheren Blickwinkel zu betrachten scheint, setzt man in Leipzig deutlicher auf thematische Assoziationen zwischen den Bildern. Es gibt Bildgruppen zu Situationen mit Arbeitern und zwei Räume, in denen besonders fantastische Bilder hängen: alptraumhafte Szenerien, in denen monströse Schlangen unerwartet aus dem Schilfland auftauchen, Fliegen sich in Menschen verwandeln und dämonische Gestalten mit Widderköpfen aus Büchern predigen.

Dann stößt man überraschend auf zwei kleine Selbstporträts, die belegen, dass der ernste Maler auch einen Sinn für Humor hat. Einmal Rauch als Rockabilly mit umgeschnallter Gitarre und einmal Rauch, der nach lästigen Motten schlägt – so wie King-Kong auf der Spitze des Empire State Buildings nach den Flugzeugen.

Die beiden Ausstellungen zeigen schön, wie vielseitig Rauch in der Variation seiner Malerei ist. Andererseits verdrängt man durch den Verzicht auf eine chronologische Anordnung, dass der Maler kein wirkliches Frühwerk besitzt. Mit der Wende, da war er 29, warf Rauch sein malerisches Konzept vollständig um, verzichtete fortan auf alle subjektive Expressivität, die in der DDR noch als subversiv gelten konnte und wandte sich dem zu, was im Westen damals als Tabu galt: In der Malerei mit Figuren Geschichten zu erzählen.

Der zeitliche Zusammenklang hat nun dazu geführt, dass Rauchs neue Malerei so alt ist wie das wiedervereinte Deutschland. Mit 50 scheint Rauch nun in der Lage zu sein, jeden seiner Träume oder Alpträume auf die Leinwand bringen zu können. Da er spät zu seinem Stil gefunden hat, ist nicht mehr zu erwarten, dass er seine Malerei noch einmal grundlegend verändert. Er wird sie weiter verfeinern. Und wenn sich irgendwann wieder eine größere Bandbreite an Emotionen in die Bilder schleicht und den allgegenwärtigen Nebel der Melancholie vertreibt, dann werden seine Bilder nicht nur beeindruckend und bedrückend sein, sondern auch mitreißend.

VON TIM ACKERMANN

Impressions of Art Cologne 2010

Saturday, April 24th, 2010