GOING OUT

In 1901, Maurice de Vlaminck, a musician’s son from a posh but not very trendy suburb of Paris, visited a show of Van Gogh’s work. The 25 year old was left staggered by the artist’s “revolutionary fervour” and his “almost religious feeling for…nature”, so he and his well-connected pal André Derain committed themselves to producing an art that was both racy and exuberant. Unfashionable subject matter was daubed in lurid clashing colours, and unlike Impressionism, where light brought nature to life, nature itself burned savagely from within.

In 1905, critics were affronted by the style in a show in Paris, in which Henri Matisse also took part. They dubbed these artists ‘Les Fauves’, The Wild Beasts.

Unfortunately for Vlaminck, Fauvism lasted just two years before it ran out of steam, outclassed by the honed skills of Post-Impressionist painters Paul Cézanne and Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, with whom Vlaminck could not compete.

The show at CaixaForum is an appropriately unsatisfying glimpse into what Vlaminck was good at. The first room is spectacular: Vlaminck drowns us in a deluge of autumnal leaves and snowdrifts, sweeps us under a lemon-yellow Chatou bridge, sends us reeling about the Seine. “When I have colour in my hands,” he enthused, “I don’t give a damn about other people’s paintings: it’s me and Life, Life and me.” But as rapidly as his art ignites, it cools into messy ceramics, listless trees and colliding rooftops, as if optimism had suddenly gone out of fashion.

Alex gave this show three stars out of five

Maurice de Vlaminck, un instinto fauve

CaixaForum

Until October 18th