Monday, October 27, 2008

Isaac Levitan

Below in short paper I put together for an art history class final at the Russian Museum. I found the painter to be very interesting, and thought I'd share my paper with you. Many of the notes were taken from websites that were written in Russian Cyrillic, and to translate it, since I'm not that talented...yet, I used a website called babelfish.yahoo.com which I recommend to anyone trying to translate large passages and even entire website pages.

Elizabeth Moskalenko
Arts and Cultu
re of Saint Petersburg
16 October 2008

Isaac Levitan

Isaac Levitan was born on August 18, 1860 in the small town of Kibarty, Lithuania, to a poor but well educated Jewish family. In 1870, Levitan moved with his family to Moscow and in 1873 started to attend the Moscow School of Painting, Sculpture and Architecture. After he spent a year in a copying class he moved into that of a naturalistic style and soon there after a landscape class. His teachers at the university included Alexei Savrasov, Vasily Perov, and Vasily Polenov. When he was only fifteen, his mother passed away, and two years later, after being seriously ill and unable to provide for the family, Levitan’s father passed away as well – causing Levitan and his brothers to enter a beggarly way of life. His institution waved his tuition fee “because his extreme poverty and in recognition of his singular success in art”. He rose from his abject poverty to become perhaps the greatest landscape painter in Russian history.

His work was particularly influenced by his two instructors, Savrasov and Polenov. But by 1879, at the age of nineteen, Levitan developed his own style and his paintings were enthusiastically received at exhibitions. During the 1880s the painter explored different styles such as that of Ivan Shishkin and Jean-Baptiste Camille Corot.

"Autumn Day. Sokolniki"

(1879 Tretyakov Gallery, Moscow)


The artist made his first trip to the Crimea in 1884, and in 1887 to the Volga – where
he managed to capture the poetry and emotion of the landscape in an unprecedented manner. The boundless expanses of alternating forests, fields, large towns, and tiny villages inspired him with new artistic material. Levitan’s Volga landscapes are quite varied and particularly noteworthy are the works:

“Golden Autumn in the Village”

(1889, Russian Museum, St. Petersburg), and

“Birch Grove”

(1889 Tretyakovskoy Gallery, Moscow),

in which Levitan conveys with great immediacy his perception of the various states of nature. In a letter to Chekov he writes, “I cannot be even vaguely happy, or at ease, I cannot understand myself, without painting. Never before have I loved nature as I do now or been-so sensitive to it”.

In the 1890s, while traveling through Europe, Levitan familiarized himself with working “en plein air” meaning in the open air, or painting outdoors. And also through his travels discovered the works of Parisian Impressionists. A good example of this influence from Impressionism or Post Impressionism is one of Levitan’s last paintings

“The Lake: Russia

(1899-1900)

in which the free and dynamic brushstrokes and the brightness of colors indicate perhaps Levitan’s familiarly with the works of Vincent Van Gogh.

For a long time it was considered that in Russia there was no nature capable of admiration or of becoming a theme for serious work -- only a gray, faceless mask. The work of Levitan’s contemporaries resembled much to that of Italian and French pictures. However, Levitan purposely chose “simple” subjects – avoiding painting outwardly spectacular places. In this way he became a poet of the paintbrush with his poetry conveying the seemingly simplest words. And out of these simple words – roads, melting snow, fishing lines, broken fences, gnarled trees, spring – magic appeared. Levitan loved life’s little nuances – the strange smell of wet snow, the moist spring black earth, the heavy drops of rain on a hot stuffy day. This was bliss to Levitan, and through his careful study of life in nature, the life so often overlooked by the everyday person, he transformed the perception of the Russian landscape.

Levitan expresses himself:

" I never yet loved so nature, it was not so it was sensitive to it, I never still so strongly felt this godly something, spilled in everything, but that everyone sees that even cannot be named, since it does not yield to reason, analysis, but it understands itself by love. Without this feeling there cannot be a true artist. Many will not understand, they will name, perhaps, romantic nonsense - let!… But this my enlightenment for me is the source of deep sufferings. It can be that more tragic, how to feel the infinite beauty of that surrounding, to notice secret, to see god in everything and not to know how, realizing its weakness, to express these large sensations…"

"Spring Flood"

(1897 Tretyakov Gallery, Moscow)

Levitan’s lyrical poetry was full of subjective feeling. In the years after 1880s, Levitan’s work took on a rare emotional photosensitivity. Levitan mastered mixing the subtle shades of green that replicated the life, hope, and happiness of his sprite subjects. He could communicate the tenderness of young grass beneath that of an aged oak. It is obvious that he felt a strong connection to nature and was known to disappear for periods of time, into the woods, contemplating the special life. But even during the greatest admiration of the beauty of life the depth of his soul always held a secret melancholy. Early in his years of instructing at the University Levitan began the development of the terrible disease neurasthenia. And his disease was reflected in his mood and emotions which his paintings managed to capture. Although there was this secret melancholy it was the beauty of life, or nature that kept him alive – he had a “terrible thirst” for it, as Chekov once said.


"Springtime. The Last Snow"


(1895 The Russian Museum, St. Petersburg)

“The Lake” (1899-1900, Russian Museum, St. Petersburg) was the last picture Levitan painted. He considered calling the piece Russia; it was to be a kind of synthesis of all his searching. The Lake is a generalized image of the beautiful Russian countryside -- Russia, the Motherland. He was not able to complete the painting as he desired. On July 22, 1900, the artist passed away from a pulmonary hemorrhage. His influential art heritage is left behind in a collection of over a thousand paintings – watercolors, graphics, illustrations, and pastels.


Sources:

Sources:

http://isaak-levitan.ru/

http://www.rollins.edu/Foreign_Lang/Russian/frame3.html

http://isaaclevitan.ru/

http://artroots.com/ra/bio/levitan/isaaklevitanbio.htm

http://www.russianartgallery.org/levitan/biosketch.htm

http://www.cozy-corner.com/art/art_painters_levitan.htm

Wikipedia

http://babelfish.yahoo.com/ (translation of Russian text)

paintings taken from: http://www.abcgallery.com/L/levitan/levitan.html

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Таллин очень красивейше!

Tallinn is very beautiful!

The historical old town

I think I may have just experienced my first "foreign affair." It was a dark dewey evening and the sun just began to set over the skyline of the old city as it faded into the sea. As I walked through the enchanted cobblestone alleyways I couldn't help thinking if it was truly there. Were the buildings I witnessed merely sets in an expensive Disneyland amusement park? But as my feet balanced to stay atop each stone in the road my eyes absorbed the deep ocher illumination.


For three days, there was only bliss. I returned with my head held low that night to St. Petersburg. I knew I had betrayed my beloved city. but it was not completely my fault. My city had cheated me too. It's shopkeepers glared and demanded for exact changed. It shut me up from trying to speak and handed me English menus. It had ripped open the bottom of my "soles". But we're on betters terms now. We've decided to accept each other for our flaws, and I think this little tryst in the end will have made us stronger and appreciate each other more.


In front of a section of the old lower town wall


The view from my hotel window Sunday morning


my very first castle


So this is what Estonian street signs look like:


The NB! yellow sign throws me off a little bit - I thought pictures tell a thousand words...ha I can't even get one out of it. By the way, I never ever want to learn Estonian. It has FOURTEEN cases! I can barely get by the six in Russian. Besides, most people there speak Estonian, Russian, and English, and very often German. And I thought Spanish was annoying in grade school. Ha ha ha.


No I am actually in a very good mood right now. I just returned from my Russian yoga class and the endorphins are kicking in. Ha, I told my instructor today that most of the time I know what she's talking about, it's just that I can't really do those poses in America either! (Mommy, I'll hate you if you can kick my butt in yoga ;)

It's really funny because although my speaking skills are terrible (at least I HAVE some skills now), I keep wanting to type words in Russian, or I'm thinking of common words in Russian (this makes me so...O-chen...happy). I might go get some stickers for my computer and then make my keyboard bilingual.



windmills

Okay. So. Tallinn. It was incredible. I can't believe a city like that really exists. Granted, it is very small but it's so nice it feels fake. The funny thing is it's so small that from one end of the old city to the other part probably couldn't take more than 15 minutes to walk across. That's how long it takes me to walk to my Metro station in the morning!



Maggie and Denisa in posing in front of Alexander Nevsky Cathedral



old city wall


lower city wall



passage way




Alex and I in front of the old city



landscaping in Tallinn






St. Catherine's Passage



St. Olav's Church





Tallinn is the largest and capital city of Estonia and it lies on the northern coast of the country on the Gulf of Finland. As a trade port between Russia and Scandinavia - Tallinn became a target for expansion for Teutonic Knight and the King of Denmark during the Northern Crusades.




Estonia Information from the Translation Site





Gulf of Finland




Kadriorg Palace




Kumu Museum




Could this be a "squirrel crossing" sign? oh my




Green Roof in Estonia!




Natural Amphitheater




New York? here?




I've never had one of these before in my hotel room




Narva Fortress




Narva Fortress




I think this sign was a little ineffective

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Golden Autumn - Золотая Осень

Last week in my civilization class we were in a discussion about the Russian mentality and how when you ask someone, How are you?, <как дела?>, the standard response in America could be very good or fine (normally an optimistic response) in Russia, the regular response is normal <нормално>. And if you respond with really well they wonder what is wrong with you. How could you possibly be so happy?! Well, I've been very happy lately -- at least the babies don't question me when I smile at them :)


Maggie, Bronwen, and Brian on the bridge at Taverichisky Park

These past two days have also been very beautiful. When we have nice weather in St. Petersburg (56 degrees!) this time of year it is called Golden Autumn <Золотая Осень> because it is sunny and the leaves are changing into their radiant shades.

In my last post I stated that I'd be going to see Goran Bregovic. Friday evening started at a restaurant called Black Cat, White Tom Cat, named after the Yugoslavian romantic comedy -- which I now really would like to watch.


Jarlath in a deep conversation about music with Ben and Me enjoying my 200 p Czech beer

Ann and Ben at Dinner

The food was delicious (I had home/restaurant made sausages and kasha grechnaya --конечно!) and afterwards we ran around trying to flag down a gypsy cab while the men stood on the side walk and told us to lift our skirts a little higher (just kidding). But the show was amazing -- it was a shame we couldn't dance though, people were dancing in front of the stage but because we had seats in the balcony they wouldn't let us down there. So apart from that disapointment the only thing that could have made the night better was if we were outside in the pouring rain wearing long colorful skirts and dancing in the mud...one day, maybe when I visit Maggie in Bulgaria it will happen.

Goran Bregovic and his Wedding and Funeral Band

Maggie and Me outside the concert hall -- we think we might dress up as gypsies for Halloween


Maggie and I were sitting in the Metro car on the way home from the show and all of a sudden these two guys are struggling to bring this big frame in. I can't believe they made it. Maggie was laughing so hard that she was in tears.


...More to come soon, I really should go because it's almost time for bed and I haven't done any studying this weekend ... this could have NEVER happened at Cornell, ha ha!

Friday, October 3, 2008

Some Random Pictures from Last Week

Tracey, myself, Alex, Courtney, and Sabrina, posing in front of one of the ponds of Peterhof


In front of the Cathedral of St. Sophia in the Novgorod Kremlin


At the Sea entrance to Peterhof


Standing over the Grand Cascade at Peterhof


My Czech sister, Denisa, and I preparing to go out

School days and Nights


So this past week has been quite an active venture. Although it's not quite finished yet (oh and by the way the Russian week starts on Monday and ends on Sunday -- I think they may have it right because Sunday always feels like the last day of the week for me especially when dreading the wake up alarm at 7am so I can make it to my 9:30 class).


Monday evening I went to my first Ice Hockey match. Yes, I have not yet been to a Cornell Hockey game yet....tsk tsk. But I had a great time watching St. Petersburg and Moscow "puck it out". I think I amused my friends when I winced every time a player looked like he was going to get hurt (which apparently happens quite often), or when I'd get excited about a move. Maybe I can get into sports! But it was a great game -- too bad it had to be a dry stadium that night because of the rivalry otherwise it could have been more interesting :)


On Tuesday Courtney, Denisa, Tracey and I decided to spend an evening at a Russian Banya. For a few extra rubles we upgraded to the luxury version which included a Russian sauna, Finnish sauna, Turkish steam room, salt bath, hot stone slab, and cold tub. But we didn't realize that you could purchase the branches upstairs -- so we missed out on the tradition of beating yourself with birch branches -- we'll make sure for next time to get them! We spent the most time in the sauna and when it became too hot we'd run out and jump into the cold bath (for me that happened a maximum of two times -- I couldn't handle the ice cold water, others were more adventurous). I think one of my favorites was the salt bath. It was a reasonable temperature and even though it tended to smell like a dirty fish tank at first, it did have a soothing effect.

www.orlandorussians.com/culture.htm

Wednesday was another adventure. I had heard that students were going to visit an orphanage on my island that day and I decided this could be something I would be interested in doing. Seeing all the little Russian boys and girls has made me more maternal lately. Also with all the stories I've heard about orphans in Russia I was thinking this was someway I could help. We didn't arrive at the orphanage until almost 17:00 because it is about a twenty-five minute walk from the Metro. It actually appeared to be well run and clean and organized and apparently the directors are very strict. We would only be allowed to speak to the children in Russian because they are very impressionable at this age. I actually didn't take part in the main meeting (two Russian women explaining the situation) because it was in Russian and I didn't really understand at all, but I had Steve recap it for me later. Also since to really work or officially volunteer there you have to fill out quite a bit of paperwork and have a physical done, they really only want us to come when we can play with the children outside. Anyways, we met a few of the older kids (around 3 or 4 years) and they were quite adorable. I couldn't stay long because I had yet another engagement for that evening. One of the event coordinators, Jarlath, set up a type of "speed-date" meeting between Russian students desiring to practice their English and my group who wants to practice Russian. It was a very "interesting" two hours and a half, spending five minutes with each person and trying to gather the details that would help you figure out if you'd really be interested in spending any time whatsoever with these people. There were a few who, if I wasn't drinking my free beers and eating my nachos I would have wished it was only a 30 second meeting. But I did meet some really nice Russians and hope to spend some time with them again. Now they just have to really turn it in to speed dating. I thought maybe if I weren't in America it would be a little easier....maybe it's just me?!

Ha ha. So tomorrow my friend Maggie and I are going to a Goran
Bregović concert - I'm very excited. My sister Maria suggested I go see him, because I really love gypsy music and the concert should be a ton of fun considering he is also going to be backed up by a 38 piece ensemble.

That's all for now!

Do svedania