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Mondrian and ... Food Cigarettes Women Sex This is a subject that has interested me for some time, but I have only recently managed to gather the first items of information on. I find myself wondering,
and so on - the list will be endless. Contributions gratefully received. One interesting note from the Catalogue Raisonné is that Harry Holtzman made an inventory of Mondrian's studio before opening it to the public for a month after he died, 'Holtzman and Glarner carefully measured Mondrian's studio: they photographed it, filmed and documented its contents.' (Welsh & Joosten, II p 182). That is a document I would like to see, but I have not seen any other reference to it. A couple of sources came my way in late November 2002 which have provided the impetus to start the page. The December 1966 edition of Studio International contains a number of reminiscences from Mondrian's period in London (1938-40), including a couple of references to eating. The catalogue for the 1970 exhibition Mondrian: Process Works includes several sketched on cigarette packs. December 2002 brought an article Mondrian in Disneyland by Els Hoek, from the February 1989 edition of Art in America. General Observations Holtzman and Martin S. James published Mondrian's Collected Writings and there are some key observations in Holtzman's opening essay, Piet Mondrian: The Man and His Work
Reminiscences by his friends in London,
The article Mondrian in Disneyland quotes from a letter from Mondrian to his brother Carel, postmarked 28th October 1938, while Piet was living in London,
Later in the article, Hoek comments,
and notes
Els Hoek [8 p. 143]
In his social life Mondrian was always friendly but formal.
It would never occur to his friends to drop in unannounced. I always waited for
a note or post card that conveyed the message: "If you are not too busy, shall
be pleased to see you on Tuesday (tomorrow) after five." On occasion, when I
came, he would be in his immaculate little kitchen preparing his dinner. For
years he had followed the Hauser diet. His fare was of the simplest, arranged
with taste and a certain elegance, even if no more than bacon and boiled
potatoes with a green salad and cheese. Sometimes I was invited to dine with
him. Then he made elaborate preparations, going shopping to buy pastry or ice
cream, because that was "what Americans liked." His was a hospitable nature, and
he would always offer visitors tea or a "cocktail," which turned out to be a
glass of V8. He rarely drank anything, but on festive occasions he was fond of a
glass of wine.
The 1970 exhibition Mondrian: Process Works includes several sketched on cigarette packs, including one shown here. The brand is not clear, but it looks as though it might be Blue Line. I can find no reference to such a brand. [3, p. 45]
He made a ritual of rolling his cigarettes like the average French worker
... Typically, when I
later visited him in England, Mondrian had adopted the English cigarette and
other national habits with the same dedication previously shown toward France. I
suppose the same thing happened when he moved to the United States.
A few weeks after Mondrian had settled in to his
new life in New York, we were once walking across 57th Street from a gallery
visit. "Tell me. Harry, why don't I see prostitutes on the streets here?" In
mock surprise I chided, "Why Piet!" "Don't misunderstand me," he laughed, "it
has been some time since I've had such a need, but why is it?" In Paris
prostitution was legal, and each neighborhood had its regularly assigned
entrepreneurs. I explained that prostitution was illegal here, and then told him
what I knew of the way it operated. After some discussion of culture
differences, I took the opportunity to ask Piet why he had never married.
"Well," he said, "to tell you the truth, I never could afford it." He chuckled
and went on, "Once I did live with a woman for a time, but when we differed and
decided to separate, she took all the furniture!" When he died, the Dutch press
reported stories of three women who proudly claimed to have been his very
intimate friends.
Although he was in his fifties when I knew him in Paris, the subject of women
was ever on his lips. He would interrupt any type of conversation in order to
comment with boyish enthusiasm upon the physical attractiveness of some admired
example of the opposite sex. His taste was catholic in this respect, ranging
from the refined beauty of a number of female acquaintances to the more direct
appeal of pin-up posters. He was completely captivated by the charms of Mae West,
who at the time was quite young, but nonetheless used artificial make-up in a
way that Mondrian found attractive. Indeed, his ideal wife would have been
precisely this kind of youthful love goddess, whose chief virtue of character
would be the patience to spend long hours in a corner of his pristine studio
knitting or watching him paint — a Mae West in crinolines, so to speak.
Perhaps Mondrian himself realized that these two ideals were difficult to
combine, as his often repeated disappointments in love graphically illustrated.
[Kickert] bought a number of
canvases by Mondrian, who was often a summer guest at his villa at Zandvoort by
the Sea. He told me that there Mondrian was greatly attracted to a beautiful
blonde, also a guest at the villa. But the young lady did not respond to
Mondrian's attentions, and the latter became most unhappy. "Poor Piet," says
Kickert, "it was always the same story every time he fell in love, and it always
upset him."
One night in New York we were
returning home from a party in a taxi, with Peggy Guggenheim sitting between us.
An old friend and admirer of Mondrian, Peggy was an uninhibited woman to say the
least. Peggy leaned her head on Piet's shoulder, snuggling close to him. Piet
put his arms around her, and after a moment he bent his head and kissed her
mouth arduously and long. "Why Mondrian!" she exclaimed in seeming astonishment,
"I thought you were so pure!" After we dropped her off at her house, Mondrian
was delighted: "They" — meaning the Surrealists: Peggy was then married to Max
Ernst—" they always call me pure!" He was very reclusive and I
think that the reclusiveness was part of his feeling that he simply had to save
everything for his art. E L T Mesens, a Belgian surrealist, was a very young man
in Paris in the '20s. He met Mondrian one Saturday and took him to lunch. They
had a certain amount to drink and after lunch Mesens tried to persuade Mondrian
to accompany him to a brothel. Mondrian declined and he said "every drop of
semen spent is a masterpiece lost". Sources 1 The Collected Writings of Piet Mondrian, Edited and Translated by Harry Holtzman and Martin S. James, Da Capo Press 2 Studio International, Dec 1966 3 Mondrian: The Process Works, 1970 4 Piet Mondrian Centennial Exhibition, Guggenheim Foundation, 1971 Nelly van Doesburg Charmion von Wiegand 5 Mondrian: Mr Boogie-Woogie Man, video, Phaidon 6 Piet Mondrian: Life and Work, Michel Seuphor, Abrams, 1957 7 26, Rue du Départ, Frans Postma, pub Ernst & Sohn 8 Art in America, February 1989, Mondrian in Disneyland 9 Mondrian: a memoir of his New York period, Charmion von Wigand, Arts Yearbook 4, 1961,
page started 29th November 2002
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