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Jean Cocteau
RAHA/14/October/2003
A major winter exhibition
has opened at the Pompidou Centre in central Paris, dedicated to
Jean Cocteau - writer, poet, artist, director and yet more besides.
Hugh Schofield reports.
Who was Jean Cocteau? The
name is instantly familiar, conjuring an image of mid-century
aesthete, poised with tousled hair and cigarette in slender hand as
he contemplates a line of poetry, a set-design or the curve of some
other objet d'art.
But what did Jean Cocteau
actually do? Exactly 40 years after his death, the answer is less
obvious. A man who counted among his friends the best-known painters
and musicians of the time - who symbolised an artistic sensibility
that came to be defined as "modern" - is today something of an
abstraction.
Few even in France would
be able to list more than a handful of his works - the films "Beauty
and the Beast" and "Orpheus" would probably top the list - and the
vast majority of his immense output of poetry, plays, novels,
drawings and literary criticism has been long forgotten.
But somehow the magnetism
remains. A major winter exhibition just opened at the Pompidou
Centre in central Paris has been drawing in large crowds - many
young and many foreign - all seeking a fuller understanding of an
almost mythic figure of 20th century culture.
Cocteau was born to a
wealthy family in the Paris suburb of Maison Laffitte in 1889 - the
same year that the Eiffel Tower was completed - and he died in 1963,
a few hours after learning of the death of his friend the singer
Edith Piaf.
Over a furious 50 year
period he was introduced to society by Marcel Proust, created
ballets with Sergey Diaghilev, drew with Pablo Picasso, versified
with Guillaume Appollinaire and Paul Eluard, published the music of
Igor Stravinsky and Eric Satie, and sparred with Tristan Tzara and
the Dada-ists.
He experimented with
cinema, smoked copious amounts of opium, managed a world champion
boxer, made love with novelist Raymond Radiguet and his favourite
screen actor Jean Marais, and was painted by Diego Rivera, Raoul
Dufy, Amedeo Modigliani and - posthumously - by Andy Warhol.
He was an artistic
polymath who defined all his oeuvre as "poetry," and was famously
captured in the 1949 trick image by photographer Philippe Halsman as
a six-armed prodigy - one hand holding a book, the others a pen, a
cigarette, a paintbrush and scissors, the sixth gesturing.
The picture opens the
exhibition "Jean Cocteau on the edge of the century," which is then
organised around a series of not always comprehensible themes - such
as "The Invisible Man," "Coinciding," "Escaping" - and contains some
900 photographs, manuscripts, artefacts and audiovisual
installations.
According to Cocteau's
friend Pierre Bergé, the aim is to rescue the artist from the
"misunderstanding" which he inspired even during his life - when he
was often disparaged as a dilettante, dabbling in myriad different
forms but mastering none.
"Alone he climbed the
path that led to a kind of glory, but one that was often contested
... Today we can measure his importance, and it is considerable. A
protean artist, he reached every shore of creation," Bergé writes in
the catalogue.
Among the items are
photographs from the Montparnasse artists' colony of the 1910s,
crude anti-German caricatures from World War I, a series of
self-portraits without a face, a model head made of pipe-cleaners,
pornographic jottings, and the ceremonial sword he designed when he
was elected a member of the prestigious French Academy.
The damaging incident in
World War II is documented, when as a resident of occupied Paris he
published a gushing "Salute to Arno Breker" - Hitler's favourite
sculptor. The letter is balanced by articles in the collaborationist
press denouncing Cocteau as an "opium addict and Judaicised
homosexual."
The audiovisual section
includes screenings of five of his feature-length films, footage of
his induction into the Academy, and pre-war newsreel of Al Brown -
the black boxer whom he persuaded to return to the ring.
According to the
organisers, the last century could not recognise the talent of one
of its most prolific artists because he failed to fit any of the
categories that were devised to make sense of all its head-spinning
changes. Only with perspective can Cocteau be appreciated.
The difficulty is that
thanks to his scatter-gun creative instinct, his work is as diffuse
as it is massive. What stands out is a force of huge artistic
energy, but the focus is blurred. An abstraction Cocteau remains.
Where:
Centre Pompidou
Place Georges Pompidou
75004 Paris
When:
Until 5 January 2004
Open every day except Tuesday, from 11am – 9pm. Late closing on
Thursdays at 11pm.
October 2003
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