The world of art today mourned Henri Matisse, one of France's greatest
painters, who died in his apartment in Nice yesterday afternoon of a
heart attack. He was 84 years old.
Death came swiftly to the aged artist, who had been a semi-invalid
since undergoing a serious operation in 1940. At his bedside were his
daughter, Mme. Marguerite Duthite; his physician, a nurse and his
secretary. Mme. Duthite had arrived in Nice from Paris a few days ago
to visit her father.
Jean Cassou, director of the Museum of Modern Art in Paris, recalled
that Matisse, bedridden much of the time after his operation,
continued to work from his room.
"Henri Matisse is one of the last representatives of French genius,"
he said. "If the title of master suits any artist it certainly suited
him. All men deserving of this name, all men who think, can consider
themselves as his disciples. His thinking has illuminated our era."
Andre Berthoin, Minister of National Education, in a statement on the
death of the artist, said that the "world will mourn" with France.
"His was the most French of palettes. Intelligence, reason and the
alliance of a sense of finesse and of simplifying geometry gave to all
he painted the rare virtue of being truly French," M. Berthoin said.
Matisse's two sons, Jean, a Paris sculptor, and Pierre, a New York art
dealer, arrived in Nice tonight to attend the funeral.
While the date and type of service have not yet been set, it was
understood from Matisse's daughter that the painter had often
requested a simple service with burial somewhere on the Riviera, where
the artist had lived since 1939.
Variety in His Approach
Henri Matisse, leader of young rebel artists who brought the modern
art movement into being in Paris a half century ago, was a master of
color, a supreme draftsman who imbued a relatively small range of
subject matter with constant variety.
The artist's long career, begun with years of academic schooling,
became set in its brilliant revolutionary course in 1905, when, in
company with Rouault, Derain, Dufy, Vlaminck and a few others, Matisse
set Paris on its ears in the Autumn Salon. The painters were
excoriated as fauves-- wild beasts--and their pictures, flaming
defiant canvases, were condemned as impossible.
On June 25, 1951, thousands of tourists and natives crowded the small
village of Vence in south France to see the Bishop bless what Matisse
had called his "masterpiece"--a chapel on which he had started work
four years before.
Ailing and bedridden through much of this period, Matisse serenely
progressed with his decorations for the chapel, drawing his designs
with a long charcoal-tipped stick on the walls of his bedroom, later
copying them on tiles and transferring them to stained glass. This was
his last work, he announced: "My bags are packed."
Matisse held no common ground with those who considered modern art as
a new mode. He once said that every art is a logical reflection of the
time in which it is produced--an orderly and rational development of
what had gone before.
Ruled Out Reproduction
Representation to him was a means to an end and not the end itself. On
a visit to the United States in 1930, he answered the challengers of
new art forms by saying, "By mechanical means an image is now fixed on
a photographic plate in a few seconds--an image more precise and exact
than it is humanly possible to draw. And so, with the advent of
photography disappeared the necessity for exact reproduction in art.
Cezanne no longer painted one individual apple; he painted all apples.
Van Gogh's 'Postman' is a portion of humanity."
The artist was born on Dec. 31, 1869, the son of a grain merchant in
Le Cateau in Picardy. The law had been chosen as his profession, and
it took some persuasion over parental objections for Matisse to begin
the art studies he yearned for. In Paris he studied under Gustave
Moreau, and from 1893 to 1896 he produced sober still lifes and other
quiet pictures influenced by Chardin and Corot. He copied old masters
in the Louvre, earning his way through his schooling. In later years,
telling about it, he said, "One must learn to walk firmly on the
ground before one tries the tightrope."
In 1893 he married Amelie Moellie Parayre. The family was supported
through the sale of all the painter's still lifes to a dealer who paid
400 francs apiece for them.
Matisse narrated later: "One day I had just finished one of my
pictures. It was quite as good as the previous one and very much like
it, and I knew that on its delivery I would get the money which I
sorely needed. I looked at it, and then and there a feeling came over
me that it was not I, that it did not express me or express what I
felt." The artist destroyed the picture, counting his emancipation
from that day.
Opinions on the art of Matisse from the beginning of his emancipation
through the tide of impressionism, post-impressionism and fauvism,
varied considerably during the 1912 exhibition in London of modern
French painters' work.
Matisse emerged as an artist of great powers, but sections of the
academic world called his work "not art, but a dangerous and
infectious disease." In 1908, excited comment had followed an
exhibition of Matisse's paintings in the Stieglitz Gallery of New
York; in 1913, at the famed Armory Show, the artist was the center of
stormy debate.
Through the years that have seen his pictures become prized pieces in
public and private collections in all parts of the world, the artist
grew in stature. He never left his explorations, and age only
increased his daring as a colorist and his brilliance and gaiety. A
few have complained that his work of recent years "complacently
repeated," but numbers of authoritative writers on Matisse and leading
connoisseurs regard him as the foremost painter of the day.
Matisse established himself permanently in Nice in 1917. When World
War II started, the artist was in Paris. He made his way in stages by
taxi and train back to Nice.
In 1941, his son Pierre, reported that Matisse had undergone a serious
operation. Friends tried to persuade the aging artist to leave France,
but Matisse said, "If all the talented people left France, the country
would be much poorer. I began an artist's life very poor, and I am not
afraid to be poor again. . . . Art has its value; it is a search after
truth and truth is all that counts."
The artist's birthdays during his last years usually found him working
on a limited schedule, with congratulatory messages coming in from all
over the world. At 83 he donated 100 of his works-- valued at up to
$14,000,000--to his hometown of Le Cateau.
And at about the same time, in a piece he wrote for the United Nations
Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization, Matisse told a
little more of his theory of art.
"An artist has to look at life without prejudices, as he did when he
was a child," he wrote. "If he loses that faculty, he cannot express
himself in an original, that is, in a personal way."
By way of illustration he said there was nothing more difficult for a
truly creative painter than to paint a rose.
"Because before he can do so," explained the artist, "he has first of
all to forget all the roses that were ever painted."