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"Notes Synthetiques", by Paul Gauguin
From the manuscript, c. 1888 Excerpted
from "Theories of Modern Art", by
Herschel B. Chipp
"Painting is the most beautiful of
all arts. In it, all sensations are
condensed; contemplating it, everyone
can create a story at the will of
his imagination and-with a single
glance-have his soul invaded by the
most profound recollections; no effort
of memory, everything is summed up
in one instant. -A complete art which
sums up all the others and completes
them. -Like music, it acts on the
soul through the intermediary of the
senses: harmonious colors correspond
to the harmonies of sounds. But in
painting a unity is obtained which
is not possible in music, where the
accords follow one another, so that
the judgment experiences a continuous
fatigue if it wants to reunite the
end with the beginning. The ear is
actually a sense inferior to the eye.
The hearing can only grasp a single
sound at a time, whereas the sight
takes in everything and simultaneously
simplifies it at will."
"Like literature, the art of painting
tells whatever it wishes, with the
advantage that the reader immediately
knows the prelude, the setting, and
the ending. Literature and music require
an effort of memory for the appreciation
of the whole; the last named is the
most incomplete and the least powerful
of arts.
"You can dream freely when you listen
to music as well as when looking at
a painting. When you read a book,
you are a slave of the author's thought.
The author is obliged to address himself
to the mind before he can impress
the heart, and God knows how little
power a reasoned sensation has. Sight
alone produced an instantaneous impulse.
But then, the men of letters alone
are art-critics; they alone defend
themselves before the public. Their
introductions are always a justification
of their work, as if really good work
does not defend itself on its own."
"These gentlemen flutter about the
world like bats which flap their wings
in the twilight and whose dark mass
appears to you in every direction;
animals disquieted by their fate,
their too heavy bodies preventing
them from rising. Throw them a handkerchief
full of sand and they will stupidly
make a rush at it.
"One must listen to them judging
all human works. God has created man
after his own image which, obviously,
is flattering for man."
"This work pleases me and is done
exactly the way I should have conceived
it.
"All art criticism is like that:
to agree with the public, to seek
a work after one's own image. Yes,
gentlemen of letters, you are incapable
of criticizing a work of art, be it
even a book. Because you are already
corrupt judges; you have beforehand
a ready-made idea-that of the man
of letters-and have too high an opinion
of your own thoughts to examine those
of others. You do not like blue, therefore
you condemn all blue paintings. If
you are a sensitive and melancholy
poet, you want all compositions to
be in a minor key. -Such a one likes
graciousness and must have everything
that way. Another one likes gaiety
and does not understand a sonata."
"it takes intelligence and knowledge
in order to judge a book. To judge
painting and music requires special
sensations of nature besides intelligence
and artistic science; in a word, one
has to be a born artist, and few are
chosen among all those who are called.
Any idea can be formulated, but not
so the sensation of the heart. What
efforts are not needed to master fear
or a moment of enthusiasm! Is not
love often instantaneous and nearly
always blind? And to say that thought
is called spirit, whereas the instincts,
the nerves, and the heart are part
of matter. What irony!
"The vaguest, the most undefinable,
the most varied is precisely matter.
Thought is a slave of sensations.
I have always wondered why one speaks
of "noble instincts." . . . "Above
man is nature. "Literature is human
thought described by words.
"Whatever talent you may have in
telling me how Othello appears, his
heart devoured by jealousy, to kill
Desdemona, my soul will never be as
much impressed as when I have seen
Othello with my own eyes entering
the room, his forehead presaging the
storm. That is why you need the stage
to complement your work.
"You may describe a tempest with
talent-you will never succeed in conveying
to me the sensation of it. "Instrumental
music as well as numbers are based
on a unit. The entire musical system
derives from this principle, and the
ear has become used to all these divisions.
The unit is established through the
means of an instrument, yet you may
choose some other basis and the tones,
half-tones, and quarter-tones will
follow each other. Outside of these
you will have dissonance. The eye
is used less than the ear to perceive
these dissonances, but then divisions
[of color] are more numerous, and
for further complication there are
several units.
"On an instrument, you start from
one tone. In painting you start from
several. Thus, you begin with black
and divide up to white-the first unit,
the easiest and the most frequently
used one, hence the best understood.
But take as many units as there are
colors in the rainbow, add those made
up by composite colors, and you will
reach a rather respectable number
of units. What an accumulation of
numbers, truly a Chinese puzzle! No
wonder then that the colorist's science
has been so little investigated by
the painters and is so little understood
by the public. Yet what richness of
means to attain an intimate relationship
with nature!
"They reprove our colors which we
put [unmixed] side by side. In this
domain we are perforce victorious,
since we are powerfully helped by
nature which does not proceed otherwise.
A green next to a red does not produce
a reddish brown, like the mixture
[of pigments], but two vibrating tones.
If you put chrome yellow next to this
red, you have three tones complementing
each other and augmenting the intensity
of the first tone: the green. Replace
the yellow by a blue, you will find
three different tones, though still
vibrating through one another. If
instead of the blue you apply a violet,
the result will be a single tone,
but a composite one, belonging to
the reds.
"The combinations are unlimited.
The mixture of colors produces a dirty
tone. Any color alone is a crudity
and does not exist in nature. Colors
exist only in an apparent rainbow,
but how well rich nature took care
to show them to you side by side in
an established and unalterable order,
as if each color was born out of another!
"Yet you have fewer means than nature,
and you condemn yourself to renounce
all those which it puts at your disposal.
Will you ever have as much light as
nature, as much heat as the sun? And
you speak of exaggeration-but how
can you exaggerate since you remain
below nature?
"Ah! If you mean by exaggerated any
badly balanced work, then you are
right in that respect. But I must
draw your attention to the fact that,
although your work may be timid and
pale, it will be considered exaggerated
if there is a mistake of harmony in
it. Is there then a science of harmony
? Yes.
"In that respect the feeling of the
colorist is exactly the natural harmony.
Like singers, painters sometimes are
out of tune, their eye has no harmony.
Later there will be, through study,
an entire method of harmony, unless
people neglect it, as is done in the
academies and most of the time also
in studios. Indeed, the study of painting
has been divided into two categories.
One learns to draw first and then
to paint, which means that one applies
color within a pre-established contour,
not unlike a statue that is painted
after it is finished. I must admit
that until now I have understood only
one thing about this practice, namely
that color is nothing but an accessory.
I 'Sir, you must draw properly before
painting"-this is said in a pedantic
manner; but then, all great stupidities
are said that way.
"Does one wear shoes instead of gloves?
Can you really make me believe that
drawing does not derive from color,
and vice-versa? To prove this, I commit
myself to reduce or enlarge one and
the same drawing, according to the
color with which I fill it up. Try
to draw a head by Rembrandt in his
exact proportions and then put on
the colors of Rubens-you will see
what misshapen product you derive,
while at the same time the colors
will have become unharmonious.
"During the last hundred years large
amounts have been spent for the propagation
of drawing and the number of painters
is increasing, yet no real progress
has been made. Who are the painters
we admire at the present? All those
who reproved the schools, all those
who drew their science from the personal
observation of nature. Not one ..."
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