The American painter Ellsworth Kelly came of age as an artist between 1948 and 1954, when he was in his late twenties and early thirties and was living in France. For six years, much of the time supported mainly by the seventy-five dollars a month that he received on the G.I.Bill, Kelly walked the streets of Paris, visited cathedrals around the country, went off with friends to spend weeks and months in Brittany and along the Mediterranean coast. He was bewitched by what he saw. This included not only the masterworks of ancient and modern Europe but also the little things that logic tells us are trivial but that nonetheless hold the attention of an American in Paris—the stains and irregularities on old walls, the patterns of modest iron grillworks, the piled-up café chairs, the profusion of posters in the Metro. Kelly took photographs, made drawings, and in those postwar years when modern art still cast its cool brilliant glow—when Matisse was cutting dancers out of blue-painted paper and Arp was shaping white marble into enigmatic classical nudes—in those years Kelly managed to transform the picturesque details of French life into a unique, elegant, and chaste kind of abstract art. In those few years Kelly managed to be at once a Constructivist and a flâneur, and in the series of rooms in the old West Wing of the National Gallery where “Ellsworth Kelly: The Years in France” has been installed, we experience the magic of that double
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An American in Paris
On “Ellsworth Kelly: The Years in France, 1948-1954” at the National Gallery of Art, Washington.
This article originally appeared in The New Criterion, Volume 11 Number 5, on page 46
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