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Photo: Besançon Museum of Fine Arts.
“The Acrobat with the Violin,” Marc Chagall, 1924.

I wonder how a painting by a famous artist could languish in customs in France for decades. Didn’t anybody wonder where it was? At any rate, the snafu turned out to be lucky for a town on the French-Spanish border. Customs has given the local museum a present.

Min Chen writes at Artnet, “Twenty years after being detained at the Franco-Swiss border, a Marc Chagall artwork has finally reemerged from customs.

“The etching, ‘L’Acrobate Au Violon’ (1924), arrived in 2005 at the roadside border as one of a truckload of artworks bound for Switzerland. French officials found two of the works—the Chagall and a 1959 drawing by Russian sculptor Ossip Zadkine—were not authorized to leave the country, customs authorities said. They arrested the two Swiss nationals transporting the art, charging them with hiding cultural goods, according to the London Times.

“The perpetrators were fined, and the two artworks were confiscated and stored at a customs warehouse in eastern France. There, they languished, forgotten until their rediscovery two years ago. …

“The Chagall has been gifted to the Museum of Fine Arts and Archaeology of Besançon, France. Following the official handover on Monday, the Chagall etching will go on view at the institution in September.

“ ‘The customs service has really honored us,’ Besançon‘s mayor Ludovic Fagaut told the Times. ‘It’s the first Marc Chagall to enter the museum.’

“Granted, it’s not a major Chagall. Paintings by the Russian-born French artist regularly fetch millions at auction (his record stands at $28.4 million for a lush canvas from 1928). Still, L’Acrobate au Violon is quintessential Chagall, with its titular acrobat balancing atop a violin — a recurring motif in the artist’s work — while appearing to juggle a chicken and another acrobat.

“ ‘You can easily recognize Chagall with this somewhat dreamlike style,’ Maël Vandewalle, the museum’s curator, told Besançon Ici. ‘It’s this dream world so detached from reality.’

“Chagall’s most famous etchings emerge from his decades-long partnership with French dealer Ambroise Vollard, who commissioned the artist for illustrated books such as Nikolai Gogol‘s Dead Souls (1948) and The Fables of La Fontaine (1952). L’Acrobate originated from another Vollard commission focused on painters who had become engravers, and was issued in an edition of 150.” More at Artnet, here.

Are you familiar with Chagall’s floating people? The chickens? The violins?

This is from wikipedia: “Marc Chagall (born Moishe Shaga) … was a Russian and French artist of Jewish ancestry. An early modernist, he was associated with the École de Paris, as well as several major artistic styles and created works in a wide range of artistic formats, including painting, drawings, book illustrations, stained glass, stage sets, ceramics, tapestries and fine art prints.

“Chagall was born in 1887, into a Jewish family near Vitebsk, today in Belarus, but at that time in the Pale of Settlement of the Russian Empire. Before World War I, he travelled between Saint Petersburg, Paris, and Berlin. During that period, he created his own mixture and style of modern art, based on his ideas of Eastern European and Jewish folklore. He spent the wartime years in Vitebsk and Petrograd, becoming one of the Russia’s most distinguished artists and a member of the modernist avant-garde, founding the Vitebsk Museum of Modern Art and People’s Art School. He later worked in and near Moscow in difficult conditions during hard times in Russia following the Bolshevik Revolution, before leaving again for Paris in 1923. During World War II, he escaped occupied France to the United States, where he lived in New York City for seven years before returning to France in 1948.” More at wikipedia, here. (I removed wikipedia’s footnotes.)

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OK, it’s not really a totem pole, but I was afraid the word kopjafa wouldn’t ring any bells with readers.

Today at church we dedicated a wooden pole that was carved by the minister of our sister church in Transylvania when he visited Massachusetts last year.

A translated Wikipedia entry says that, originally, two kopjafa poles were to used to carry a coffin to a cemetery. The poles were then placed at the head and foot of the mound. But according to my minister, nowadays kopjafa poles are set outside churches and, as in our case, sometimes given to a partner church.

The minister read the poem below as he spoke about our church’s connection to Transylvanians of the (almost) same religion. The subject is a little sad for what we do at Suzanne’s Mom’s Blog, but it fits with our previous discussions about the value of preserving language and customs in minority communities. (Hungarian Transylvania was handed over to Romania after World War I, and has had some challenges, starting with language challenges.)

“Leave, if you can …
“Leave, if you think,
“That somewhere, anywhere in the world beyond
“It will be easier to bear your fate.
“Leave …
“Fly like a swallow, to the south,
“Or northward, like a bird of storm,
“And from high above in the wide skies
“Search for the place
“Where you can build a nest,
“Leave, if you can.
“Leave if you hope
“Against hope that homelessness
“Is less bitter abroad than at home.
“Leave, if you think
“That out in the world
“Memory will not carve new crosses from
“Your soul, from that sensitive
“Living tree.”

Read about the poem’s author, Hungarian poet Sandor Remenyik, here.

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Erik is in no danger of giving up Sweden. Today he and Suzanne took my grandson to a Santa Lucia celebration in a friend’s house, and Erik helped with the singing and wore a pointy hat that I never knew was part of the deal. (I always thought the Santa Lucia ceremony was just about a girl with candles in her hair.) Swedish customs are living on in Rhode Island.

In Queens, New York, customs from home countries are not only flourishing but being passed to new generations. I liked a story on the topic by Lynnette Chiu at Narratively.

“As soon as the children conclude their routine,” she writes, “the 300-capacity ballroom echoes with the sound of coins hitting the dance floor. The young boys in lederhosen and girls in scarlet dirndl dresses break formation and a scramble ensues to collect the loose change and dollar bills tossed their way by family and friends. The joy is in the gathering rather than the gains; as per tradition, they obediently deposit their loot in the outstretched aprons of the dance group’s older girls.

“While the movements of Die Erste Gottscheer Tanzgruppe—The First Gottscheer Dance Group—are the occasion of the day, it’s the older generation who are doing most of the afternoon’s dancing. …

“Meticulously set tables accommodate pitchers of Hofbrau, wine bottles and cocktail glasses, leaving the family-style platters of chicken cutlet, pork loin and all the trimmings jostling for real estate. …

“What began as a place to preserve and celebrate Gottscheer culture has now become a go-to locale for other communities in [the Ridgewood neighborhood of Queens] to nurture their own traditions. Along with numerous quinceañeras—rite of passage fifteenth birthday parties for Latin American girls—Gottscheer Hall hosts the gatherings of the Ridgewood Nepalese Society, and recently opened its doors to the Ridgewood Market, where artsy vendors hawk vintage wares and DIY baubles.” Read more at Narratively.

Photo: Aaron Adler

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