Paul Cézanne
By Élie Faure
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Cézanne’s ambition, in his own words, was "to make out of Impressionism something as solid and durable as the paintings of the museums". He aimed to achieve the monumental in a modern language of glowing, vibrating tones. Cézanne wanted to retain the natural colour of an object and to harmonize it with the various influences of light and shade trying to destroy it; to work out a scale of tones expressing the mass and character of the form.
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Paul Cézanne - Élie Faure
INTRODUCTION
The men of means in Aix, leaving their big cool halls after the midday meal, and hastening to their daily game of dominoes along the narrow strip of shade that the edge of the roofs wrests from the sun on one side of the deserted street, the coachmen of the Cours Mirabeau who half turn in their seats to exchange a phrase or two of patois through the dust and din of the wheels, the beggars who choose the hour for mass to go and sun themselves against the wall of Saint-Sauveur,—all can remember having seen frequently—in the last years of the nineteenth century and the first years of the twentieth, a singular old man. Almost everybody knew his name, very few had heard his voice. In the morning he was scarcely seen, save at the hour when he returned for lunch, for he started out for his work at dawn. In the afternoon he would again set forth for the suburbs, on foot— almost always, sometimes in a cab. In the evening he went to bed before the table was cleared; he never dined out, he never spoke to anyone. The people of Aix had long since settled his case. Cézanne passed for a madman.
Fairly tall, a bit stoop-shouldered, with a beard that at some times he allowed to cover his cheeks, with white whiskers, a high forehead, and a bald cranium, he had the look of an old soldier whose garrison life had dealt rather ill with him. A nose veined with purple, red eyelids that drooped and watered, and a prominent lower lip rendered his face less martial. He wore ordinary city dress—a black jacket, trousers a bit corkscrewed, a round felt hat in winter, a straw hat in summer; often he carried a gamebag slung over his shoulder; occasionally he wore a cape. But his apparel was not to be inspected too close by. When getting near him one saw that he had not put on his cravat, or that his collar was tied on with string, or that his coat was spotted with paint. He avoided the glances of passers-by. When they met his eyes, they read in them a timid savagery sometimes a flash of anger which would be hidden by the lowering of his eyelid—at the same time his pace would quicken almost to one of flight. He seemed like a man hemmed in, seeking, as he did, the quietest streets and often making a brusque turn out of his way to avoid meeting people.
Blue Vase, 1885-1887. Oil on canvas, 61 x 50 cm. Musée d’Orsay, Paris.
The Four Seasons, 1859-1860. Oil on canvas, 314 x 104 cm each. Petit Palais - Musée des Beaux-Arts de la Ville de Paris, Paris.
Auvers, Panoramic View, c. 1874. Oil on canvas, 65.2 x 81.3 cm. The Art Institute of Chicago, Chicago.
The bad boys of the town knew him well and would run after him and throw stones at him. Cézanne would make away as fast as the swelling of his old legs permitted. But his itinerary, practically the same every day—from his town house to his country house, from his country house to his studio, from his studio to his town house—made him their prey. Only on Sundays he left his customary route to go to mass and vespers, when he sat on the vestry bench of the blond cathedral whose nave they fill with laurels, orange trees, and oak at each opening of the panels of the Burning Bush
that Nicolas Froment of Avignon, King Rene’s painter, hung there, five centuries ago. On that day there would be a perfect hedge of poor wretches at either side of the door, for they knew that Cézanne would come with his pockets full of small coins.
Every now and then he was seen in the company of a young man, in those streets of Aix that retain their whiteness in the dust of summer or when hardened by the north-west wind of Southern France in winter. The young man was unknown, did not look like everyday people and, as it was vaguely known that the well-to-do old man amused himself with painting, people conjectured that the young man was a painter come from Marseilles to see him. On those days, his bearing was altered. He spoke much, with tremendous gestures; he would stop in his walk, would break out with furious oaths. For the inhabitants of Aix, doubtless, the meridional intonations of his voice were not specially accentuated, but his companion, who generally came from much farther away than Marseilles, was moved at its innocent music and the sonorities that bring out the vigor of the epithets.
Sometimes he was seen to leave the young man suddenly and get away hastily, growling angry words. Then he would drop into long silences—of an entire year, or suddenly expand into good humor for an hour — leaps of ill temper and behavior that no one understood. Such was the old man —wild, candid, irascible and good.
Except for one long stay in Paris where he came into touch with his century, he never left Aix-en- Provence without coming back to it almost immediately. In other places his apathy met too many useless obstacles and his timidity too many chances to get him by the throat and indispose toward him those to whom he never bared a parcel of his intelligence or his capacity for loving.
CHAPTER 1
HIS YOUTH
He was born in Aix in 1839. At college there, he had had a good classical education. It was not that he had been an awfully diligent worker, but at that period the professors appealed oftener to the emotions of their students than to their reason. They neglected the sciences a little. They centred their attention on the dead languages, and neither Greek nor Latin was quite dead in this corner of the land of the ancients where the soil is but a thin crust over rock, where the lines of the hills cut sharply against the sky, where the cities are full of the ruins of temples, aqueducts and theatres, where the Mediterranean elements of the population have undergone but slight mingling, where the language of the common people still participates intimately in the genius and structure of the old mother-tongue—like the dwellings of the poor, which, up to the beginning of the last century had invaded the tiers of benches, the corridors and the great doorways of the arenas of Nîmes and Arles without changing their curve, their mass and their accent. Cézanne retained from his studies a special friendship for the old Latin artists who revealed to him the poetry of a world whose horizons and profiles he knew. He read them in the original. In the course of walks that he took about the countryside of Aix with his rare visitors and with friends far rarer still—those who, in Aix itself, had braved the bourgeois prejudice and the raillery of fools to have the protection and encouragement of his intellect—anything was a pretext for him to invoke Vergil or Lucretius; whether it was an encounter along the road, the sight of beasts yoked to the plough, an old wall, the crossing of a stream, a flight of pigeons or simply the intimate tone of his own heart, anything might have their participation and authority.
In his youth he was guilty
of verse in Latin. In French, even, he composed a pagan poem, Hercules
which Zola, if we are to believe the letters he wrote from Paris at this time, seems to have found but little to his taste. But Zola, though he had authored a book Zola, the less[1] on Cézanne that is often fine, understood him but poorly, even in the days when they loved