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Jean Dubuffet/ Gwen John and Celia Paul, Pallant House Gallery, Chichester
Raw art from the 1960s, and two reclusive female painters compared
Pallant House Gallery is an extraordinary hybrid, an elaborate and magnificent early 18th-century town house on a narrow Chichester street in the heart of the city, with a soberly elegant extension by Colin St John Wilson (2006) which houses one of the finest collections of 20th-century British art anywhere in the country. Nothing could be more powerful and intelligently surprising than its present unusual combination of shows.
Several first-floor galleries are filled with a substantial showing of work from the 1960s of that art brut – raw art - pioneer Jean Dubuffet (1901-1985): characteristic constructions, paintings and drawings in his obsessive abstract imagery, like huge doodles writ large over writhing surfaces. Dubuffet scorned what he saw as pretentious, knowing, self-conscious, “educated” art, and became obsessed as both an admirer and collector by non-professional, self-taught artists, “unscathed by artistic culture”. As Dubuffet put it himself, “What I expect from any work of art is that it surprises me, that it violates my customary valuations of things and offers me other, unexpected ones".
He broke down barriers between accepted canons of ugliness and beauty, which of course presents the paradox, visible at Pallant House, that his very tough art is not beguiling or alluring in conventional ways, but memorable and even mesmerising; he deliberately questions any classical notion of beauty. The purpose of art is to provoke and shock, he suggested by both statement and practice; “art speaks to the mind and not to the eye.” But Dubuffet makes sure the eye is drawn in, and cannot escape the characteristic impact made by his work. (Pictured right: Solario (portrait), 1967.)
His own trajectory was deliberately complex: coming from Le Havre, he spent years in Paris, some months in formal study but mostly immersed in intensive forays into philosophy and music, painting, languages and classics. He was much travelled, worked as an industrial draughtsman, and spent years in his family’s wine business, only returning permanently and irrevocably to art in his forties. His work soon infiltrated the world of museums and galleries. There is many a public installation, as he made large works of polyester resin painted in his characteristic patterns of restricted colours, so large that they can be walked into.
On view here is a variety of wall-hanging paintings and three-dimensional sculptures, amounting to a mini-journey through his art. Much is black, white, red and blue in a cascade of colour blocks and lines, like frenzied cellular structures seen in brilliant primary colour. The materials are diverse: paint can be vinyl, acrylic, oil. The patterns are both crazy and rational, and the figures which emerge may be poignant, childish, chaotic, affecting, touching or frightening. Dubuffet, like Picasso, has made mainstream a deliberate and knowing, yet artless, direct and seemingly spontaneous childishness. His intensely original imagination is evident in his whirligig Site Inhabited by Objects, 1961 (main image): now you see them now you don’t.
Spinning Round (pictured left) shows two crowds of rather sadly forlorn figures, huddled in various stages of desolation, perhaps anger too, separated by a greyish river or boundary. The dark Inhabited Landscape is certainly not a landscape much enjoyed by its inhabitants; it is also difficult to discern exactly what is happening in Nimble Free Hand to the Rescue, but perhaps the cheerily grotesque figures in Dubuffet’s characteristic palette are up to something good. He was indeed a puppeteer, creating figures called Hourloupes, meaning outsiders. More nightmare than dream, Dubuffet remains enigmatically powerful, pushing us in directions we might not want to take, showing us things we might not want to see, but somehow in his opulent astringency convincing us that these are worlds we ought to know about.
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