Is it possible to make works of art that thwart interpretation? The career of Alberto Burri (1915-1995) suggests otherwise. From 1951, when he participated in a landmark exhibition of abstract art in Rome, Burri resisted all forms of literary or contextual analysis. Not only did he refuse to provide titles for his works, he declined to call them ‘untitled’ (Senza titolo). All he allowed was a description based on medium: ‘oil on canvas’. Many of the titles by which we know Burri’s works today have been conferred by art dealers, eager to make them more accessible to potential clients.
Over more than three decades, Burri would work in series, employing the simplest of titles based on material or colour. They range from the Catrami (“tar”) pictures of the early 1950s, to the Cellotex paintings made during the last two decades of his life. Celotex was the commercial name of a type of manufactured fibre board, but Burri added an ‘l’ to avoid copyright issues. Other materials used were sacking, wood, sheet metal and plastic. One constant material was polyvinyl acetate, or PVA—a synthetic resin used as an adhesive, that once dry took on a thick, concrete-like skin.
Known for ‘painting without paint’, Burri would tear, stitch, burn and batter his creations into submission. In the words of the Italian critic, Emilio Vila, Burri’s works were “nourished by matter that conserves only a tragic reminiscence of painting, almost as if it were asphyxiated; a material that is devitalised, impoverished, rotted, consumed and already wasted away”1. These paintings were so abject in appearance that a 1961 exhibition in Rome attracted an inquiry by the Department of Public Health. Yet, his works could also be the height of chic. In 1955 one of Burri’s New York dealers collaborated with a Harper’s Bazaar fashion shoot that featured a model dressed in tweed and jersey, posing in front of a series of ragged, brutalised paintings.
Image 03. Photo by Georg Seebode/Digital Cosmonaut.
It was inevitable that Burri’s ‘creation story’ as an artist would figure prominently in the promotion of his work in America. A former doctor in the Italian army, he begun painting while interned in a POW camp in Hereford, Texas, towards the end of World War II. His grisly experiences during the war, and the mistreatment of Italian prisoners starved by their captors in Texas, were touted as important influences on Burri’s later work.
Perhaps the most remarkable aspect of the story came with Burri’s repatriation to Italy, whereupon he instantly announced his intention to stop practising medicine and become an artist—much to the despair of his family. Neither did he begin timidly and work his way up. Almost from the beginning, Burri was a radical avant-gardist with a tough singular vision. The bituminous abstractions of the Catrami series preoccupied him from 1948-52. At the same time he was developing a range of other works: Gobbi (hunchbacks, 1950-55); Muffe (moulds, 1951-53); Bianchi (white, 1949-56); and Sacchi (sacks, 1950-56). Other series would follow, but it is these works that established Burri as an emerging force in Italian art.
The distressed surfaces of Burri’s paintings, and his use of ‘poor’, unconventional materials gave rise to some obvious lines of interpretation. In response, the artist would staunchly deny that his work had anything to do with combat fatigue, post-traumatic stress disorder (as we understand now), or any other form of psychological damage. He let it be known that his “unconscious processes” were not a matter for speculation. Neither would he permit associations with existentialist philosophising, or the ravaged state of post-war Italy. He was especially quick to deny associations with L’Art Informel, the vague but popular title devised by French critic, Michel Tapié, for diverse tendencies in European art of the 1950s, from Dubuffet’s Art Brut to various forms of abstraction. As almost anything could be classified as Informel, Burri had no desire to be a member of this debased club.
“Words are no help to me when I try to speak about my painting,” wrote Burri in a statement for a 1955 Museum of Modern Art catalogue. “It is an irreducible presence that refuses to be converted into any other form of expression.”2 How different this is to the way Abstract Expressionists such as Mark Rothko, Barnett Newman or Clyfford Still, wanted their paintings to be received: as records of deep, tragic feeling. Burri rejected such pretentions and insised on the brute facticity of the work itself.
This intransigent stance had little impact on the way the artist’s output was received by critics and the public. Look up Art Informel today and Burri’s name features prominently. Read any essay or review, and the same lines of interpretation keep recurring. Never gregarious by nature, Burri gave only a handful of interviews and refused to participate in the public relations exercises that were becoming a regular part of the art scene. Compared to a masterful self-promoter such as Yves Klein, Burri resembled a hermit reluctant to leave his cave.
Ultimately Burri’s unwillingness to play the game may have damaged his historical standing, allowing other artists to take credit for his most daring innovations. This is the opinion of Emily Braun, guest curator of Alberto Burri: The Trauma of Painting, a retrospective held at the Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum, New York, in 2015. This survey, described as “important, meticulous, and exhaustive”3 by Bruno Corà, President of the foundation that looks after Burri’s work in Italy, has injected new life into a reputation that had grown moribund since the artist’s death in 1995. In what was the most comprehensive exhibition of Burri’s work in the United States since 1963, Braun argued that Burri had a profound influence on American artists such as Robert Rauschenberg, Cy Twombly, Robert Ryman, Lee Bontecou and Eva Hesse. In Europe he inspired a small army of admirers, including Yves Klein and Piero Manzoni.
Image 05. Grande Bianco Plastica, 1964.
So when Frank Stella and Donald Judd, two American icons, dismissed the relevance of European art, in a notorious 1966 interview, Braun suggests they were being naive or disingenuous. The mania for being first with any new innovation was so profound at the time that artists were quick to trumpet their own achievements and belittle the competition. The late Patrick Heron, known as both painter and critic, would tirelessly claim that Abstract Expressionism was a British invention, although his arguments never enjoyed much traction in America or Britain.
In the new globalised world of art we are more willing to accept that American artists may not have been the trailblazers they claimed to be. As the idea of progress in art seems to have burned itself out, it has become less important to find out who did something first than to consider the nature and quality of an artist’s work. In this sense, Burri, who was included in more than 70 exhibitions in the United States from 1953-63, is long overdue for a reassessment.
It’s appropriate that Burri’s resurrection should begin at the Guggenheim, because James Johnson Sweeney, who served as second director of the museum from 1952-60, was one of his staunchest admirers. On a visit to Italy in 1953, Sweeney was taken to Burri’s Roman studio, and chose two Sacchi (sacks) for a forthcoming exhibition, Younger European Painters: A Selection. He also arranged purchase of the works for the collection. One of these pieces was Composizione (Composition) (1953), which featured rough burlap sacks stitched together, highlighted with touches of paint and a smear of gold leaf. Later, in his role as director of the Houston Museum of Fine Arts, Sweeney would organise Burri’s first American retrospective in 1963. The Guggenheim would host another travelling Burri retrospective in 1978, but from that point his popularity seems to have waned with the changing patterns of institutional taste.
Today the wheel has turned and Burri is back in favour. His explorations range over a vast territory, taking in various forms of abstraction, process art, minimalism, assemblage, Neo-Dada and monochrome painting. The distinctive Italian movement of Arte Povera is unimaginable without his example. His Grande Cretto (1984-89), in Gibellina, Sicily, is one of the world’s largest examples of land art, a 6.5 hectare memorial for the victims of a 1968 earthquake that left approximately 500 people dead and 90,000 homeless. The rubble of the village has been compacted and covered in white concrete, creating a gigantic facsimile of one of Burri’s own Cretti (after the French, craquelure)—a series of works resembling dried earth, produced between 1970-79.
His explorations range over a vast territory, taking in various forms of abstraction, process art, minimalism, assemblage, Neo-Dada and monochrome painting.
In 1955, drawing an analogy with the Italian’s medical background, James Johnson Sweeney portrayed Burri as an “artist of the wound”. “Burri transmutes rubbish into a metaphor for human, bleeding flesh,” he wrote. “He vitalises the dead materials in which he works, makes them live and bleed; then sews up the wounds evocatively and as sensuously as he made them.”4 This idea of the ‘artist-as-surgeon’ would persist for many years, even though Burri disapproved of the analogy. It allowed Sweeney to suggest the work had healing qualities, repairing the damage done to the European soul by the war. It is a role that Joseph Beuys would embrace, but not Burri, who had no wish to be seen as a shaman. He had given up medicine at the end of hostilities and applied himself to the task of taking painting to places it had never been before.
In one of the few recorded statements he made about his work, Burri announced: “I can only say this: painting for me is a freedom attained, constantly consolidated, vigilantly guarded.”5 Such words seem to put him firmly in the camp of post-war existentialism, but he envisaged this freedom in material rather than spiritual terms. He claimed the freedom to experiment with the means of painting while discarding traditional content. So while he may have been influenced by the craquelure of the Renaissance paintings he saw in his home town of Città di Castello, or by the legend of Saint Francis he knew from nearby Assisi, it is a large claim to say that his works embody the same spiritual values.
The ‘sackcloth and ashes’ in Burri’s paintings were most probably favoured for their formal qualities rather than their religious associations. When critics such as Cesare Brandi described the work in terms of an “irreducible dialectic” or an “unbalanced equlibrium”6, they were straining after a vocabulary by which to make sense of the operations Burri would practise on the ways and means of painting. Today we would probably say that he set out to deconstruct painting; to pare it back to its most basic materials and processes; to question every quality we take for granted—not just the idea of a painting as a window onto the world, but even the flatness of the picture plane. Burri’s paintings might also be described as sculptures, especially the Ferri (irons, 1958-61), which use welded sheets of iron.
One may watch the artist on archival film, applying the blowtorch to slabs of plastic, making a piece from the series, Combustioni plastiche (plastic combustions, 1960-70). Here he seems less like a surgeon and more like a factory worker, searing great holes in the plastic as fumes billow around him. We may find such materials inherently unattractive, but nothing was too poor, too cheap, too ugly, to escape Burri’s attentions. He embraced the use of modern materials—PVA, plastic, thin sheets of fibreboard—with as much fervour as he brought to his manipulation of more conventional ones. He was ruthless in his efforts to wring works of art from the most unpromising matter. Emily Braun describes his work in terms of an “aesthetics of poverty”, but it could also be seen as anti-aesthetics: a denial of the simple dignity of base materials such as wood or iron.
The origins of the anti-aesthetic impulse in modern art may be traced back to Gustave Courbet, who rebelled against the idealised forms favoured by the artists of his time, and maintained that the only fit subject for art was the artist’s own experience. Courbet famously claimed he could not paint an angel because he had never seen one.
Despite its abstract appearance, and the artist’s own disavowal of content, Burri’s work has affinities with Courbet’s Realist approach. Emily Braun even compares it to the films of the Neorealist directors—Roberto Rossellini, Luchino Visconti and Vittorio De Sica—as a response to the poverty and disenchantment of post-war Italy. Having lived through the imperial fantasy of Fascism the nation had to suffer the consequences in the form of economic and moral degradation.
Like Courbet, Burri chose reality over fantasy. Like the Neorealists, he responded to the conditions of everyday life, which left little room for aesthetic pleasures. Many of the country’s historic buildings lay in ruins, and the sacks that Burri used in his paintings were ubiquitous. You could say he evoked an empathic response to the post-war environment, capturing the impoverished feel of the times in a vivid, unsentimental manner.
One may speculate as to why Burri is currently enjoying a resurgence of interest, with his works auctioned at high prices. It may be that we are entering another phase of economic and moral squalor, as liberal democracies struggle to control rising levels of debt while the gap between rich and poor widens every day. On the other hand, it could be because we have finally succeeded in aestheticising these recalcitrant objects, finding a perverse beauty in the spectacle of PVA and sacking against the bare white walls of a gallery. In a post-avantgarde era, the artist’s radicality has evaporated, leaving only a frisson of danger. If it is hard to convey the impact of Burri’s work it is because his ‘paintings’ have to be experienced first-hand. They rely heavily on the tactility of their surfaces, the sense of weight and volume they project into a room. Viewers may read them as portentous or as aggressively ugly, but they can hardly fail to be moved by these uncompromising objects that have begun to percolate up from the basements of the world’s museums and reclaim their place in the spotlight.
Footernotes: 1. Braun, Emily, with contributions by Megan Fontanella and Carol Stigari, Alberto Burri: The Trauma of Painting, Guggenheim Museum Publications, New York, NY, 2015, p.39. 2. Ibid. p.101 3. Ibid. p.16 4. Ibid. p.55 5. Ibid. p.36 6. Ibid. p.59
Image Credits: Image 01. Alberto Burri at the Capodimonte Museum in the Grande Cretto di Gibellina, 1978, Napoli. Copyright Fondazione Palazzo Albizzini Collezione Burri, Città di Castello—by SIAE 2016. Image 02. Section of Grade Cretto di Gibellina, 2016. Copyright Fondazione Palazzo Albizzini Collezione Burri, Città di Castello—by SIAE 2016. Image 03. Photo by Georg Seebode/Digital Cosmonaut, Image 04. Alberto Burri in the study of new home, Città di castello, 1978. Copyright Fondazione Palazzo Albizzini Collezione Burri, Città di Castello – by SIAE 2016. Image 05. Grande Bianco Plastica, 1964. Plastic, combustion on aluminum frame, 200x300cm Potomac (MD), Glenstone Foundation. Image 06. Alberto Burri at work in his studio on Via Salaria, 1959, Rome. Copyright Fondazione Palazzo Albizzini Collezione Burri, Città di Castello – by SIAE 2016.
Neue Luxury • Issue 7 • Art • Feature • BY John McDonald SHARE
An interview with Robert Knoke
From fashion innovators such as Rick Owens and Bernard Wilhelm to iconic musicians such as Casey Spooner, The Kills and Patti Smith, Robert Knoke is surreptitiously challenging traditional notions of portraiture through his abstract and intuitive depictions.
It was during his high school years in Montana that Lonney White became “confused by the trendiness of colour” and shunned the palette entirely from his sartorial identity. He was instead solaced by the timeless allure of monochrome, with the stylistic code since creeping into his aesthetic as a neo-minimalist painter, sculptor and furniture designer.
His use of spray paint, with its associations of graffiti and vandalism, formed a rebellious and anarchic foil to the neat and straight lines preferred by government officials. And where the FBI’s redactions targeted information too sensitive to be released, Garifalakis took aim at the most public of all information: the faces of models and celebrities.