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Living with art stops one wilting!

Letters from the late Austrian artist Maria Lassnig

Mason Currey
Aug 21, 2023
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Hi, everyone! Yesterday was my birthday, and instead of writing a newsletter over the weekend I decided to follow Van Gogh’s advice and enjoy myself as much as I could. So in lieu of a new issue here’s one from the archive, a favorite of mine that I first sent in November 2020 and that I believe will be new to many of you.

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Maria Lassnig (1919–2014)

Last month, I received a recent book of letters from the late Austrian artist Maria Lassnig to the Swiss curator Hans Ulrich Obrist. The pair met in 1985, when Obrist was a precocious 17-year-old who would take the night train from Zurich to Vienna to visit the city’s artists in their studios. Years later, Obrist co-organized a group exhibition that featured Lassnig’s work, and the two struck up a correspondence that lasted two decades. Obrist’s letters have been lost, but Lassnig’s are reproduced here alongside transcripts in German and English.

Like so many artists’ letters, Lassnig’s are not exactly a meditation on the beauty of creativity or the steady forward progress of her work; rather, the dominant notes are self-questioning and self-doubt. As Obrist writes in the book’s introduction, “In Lassnig’s letters there is still always an undertone of dissatisfaction, not one that tormented her, not a moody kind of weariness, but as a constantly recurring reflection on her art, its self-contradictory and imponderable facets.”

There are also some beautiful and lyrical moments, like when Lassnig describes her country house in southern Austria: “It is tremendously quiet, only bees and occasionally cow bells within earshot, nothing but forest and good smells.” Perhaps the book’s most resonant phrase is one of its last, from an unfinished letter found on Lassnig’s desk at the time of her death. “Dear Hans Ulrich Obrist,” she begins. “Living with art stops one wilting!”

Maria Lassnig in 2009. Photo: Sepp Dreissinger via Hauser & Wirth

But my very favorite passage may be this one from November 2005, in which Lassnig, then 86, addresses the realities of aging:

For a couple of years I’ve been experiencing, which I never expected, that I naturally have to think about old age and, curiously, I always find the right book, one that’s been lying there unnoticed for a long time. It lands in my hands: Italo Svevo, he wrote that “old age is the world where illness and health intermingle and blur, they become indistinguishable from one another, like vitality and neurosis.”

Which is why people also say to somebody older than themselves that they “are in good shape” without knowing what they are saying. In fact, this older person has to fight hard for their good, effective time and has to mix this together with the appalling weak times to make a palatable broth for themselves and others to look at.

A palatable broth! Such a wonderful description, which I think captures the state of quasi-equilibrium that many of us, regardless of our age, fight to achieve on a daily basis.

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“ALL HER LIFE SHE WAS ALONE IN HER STUDIO”

If you’re not familiar with Lassnig’s work—or if you are!—this short film from Hauser & Wirth is very much worth watching.


THE BRUTALLY EARLY CLUB

D. T. Max’s 2014 profile of Hans Ulrich Obrist is uniformly fascinating, but of course I was most drawn to the section describing the supercurator’s superroutine:

He has never made a cup of coffee, and tried cooking only once; the phone rang and he forgot the saucepan, which caught fire.

Sleep has always seemed extraneous to Obrist. During the early nineties, he tried Balzac’s caffeine regime, drinking dozens of cups of coffee a day. Then he switched to the Da Vinci method, limiting himself to a fifteen-minute nap every three hours. Now he tries to get four or five hours every night. He has an assistant who comes to his apartment at midnight to help him with his interviews and books. “That way, when I’m out, I know it’s time to go home,” he said. Obrist sleeps while the assistant works, then wakes up and takes over. He still likes to meet people at dawn for conversation: in 2006, he founded the Brutally Early Club, which meets at 6:30 a.m., at various sites around London.

This reminds me of the late New York Review of Books editor Robert Silvers, whose four assistants worked staggered shifts to cover his epic work schedule (12 hours a day, 7 days a week); and also of the great cultural anthropologist Margaret Mead, who, as I wrote in Daily Rituals, liked to schedule breakfast dates with young colleagues for 5:00 a.m.; and of the married art critics Roberta Smith and Jerry Saltz, who similarly never cook or make their own coffee.

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BONUS BROTH

Lassnig’s phrase “a palatable broth” also reminds me of a moment in Elena Ferrante’s 2002 novel The Days of Abandonment when the narrator is looking at photos of herself and her husband and their children, and thinks: “What a complex foamy mixture a couple is.”

I love this line—love the sentiment and love that there is no comma between “complex” and “foamy,” even though I bet many copyeditors would insist that there should be one. I think one’s daily mood is also a complex foamy mixture, which we endeavor more or less successfully to turn into a palatable broth?

Maria Lassnig, Transparent Self-Portrait (1987), via the New Yorker

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Nathan Slake
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Aug 21Liked by Mason Currey

I love how you distilled and combined those thoughts to create "I think one’s daily mood is also a complex foamy mixture, which we endeavor more or less successfully to turn into a palatable broth."

Perfectly put. Right now, the broth doesn't feel palatable. It is early in the day, I should be working but instead I am distracting myself on Substack and catching up on some reads. I'm hoping that some time spent doing this will allow my brain to locate the correct ingredients to sweeten the broth and make it more palatable.

Happy birthday, Mason. Hope you enjoyed leaning in to Van Gogh's advice!

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Lauren Elyse S.
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Happy birthday! Thanks for turning my mind to these artists.

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