Certificate of the Institute of 'fine Arts, Venice The Bateau Lavoir, Montmartre, Paris Passage de l'elys�e des Beaux Arts.
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This is a sober and cautious take on a man whose life, work and motives are often easily dismissed in the shroud of genius that often surrounds him and a lot of his contemporaries from the School of Paris. This book gives an account of his life and his art through his experience both in Paris as well as growing up in Livorno ("Leghorse"). One of the book's central themes being the fact that Modigliani did not suddenly only become an artist for the first time when he moved to Paris.
The book also sheds light on his relationship with sculpture and how if he had it his way, we'd probably recognise him a lot more today for his often African inspired sculptures.
Modigliani's relationship with alcohol and drugs and their possible effect on his art and on his genius are touched on. The author also tries at least once to make the case that Modigliani's alcohol and drug habit were not central to his creative process and genius.
This is a good read for just about anyone interested in art/art history, and also for most people in their 20s, trying to find their way in whatever field.
Raccontano certuni che, gia morente, Amedeo mormorasse al buon Léopold: « Io sono ormai fottuto, ma ti lascio Soutine». Altri raccontano come il bell'italiano insegnasse all'ebreo del miserabile villaggio a soffiarsi il naso con un fazzoletto piuttosto che con le dita e a pulirsi le unghie.
This book is about the supremely talented Amedeo Modigliani whose life was tragically cut short by tubercular meningitis exacerbated by his addiction to alcohol and drugs. The author, Jeanne Modigliani who was also the daughter of the famed artist, paints vivid pictures of the life he led: the bourgeoisie childhood in Livorno, his flight to France and the profound effect it had on him, his love of sculpture, the fervour with which he worked, his love affairs and finally his tragic tragic demise. The narrative is a little haphazard and some of the art references may be confusing to one unfamiliar with art. However the book is a mine of information for Modigliani lovers; primarily because the author had based her writings on several interviews with friends and family of Modigliani who were alive at the time and on letters written by the artist. It is definitely worth a read.
I found myself drawn into the story of a great painter Modigliani after someone suggested that I watch the film first, after that I wanted more info and more details about his life. It truly touched my soul, inspiring and so tragic. I started the book just two days ago and I'm already half way through.. it's a bit difficult to read as it's translated from Italian to English which it explains why.. but full of details and completed the images and missing pieces in my mind and wanted to know more about Leopold Zborowski's relation with Modigliani esp after the film, sadly it's fictional film but truth is between those lines. Exactly what I truly hoped to find.
Found at the library after watching a movie about Modigliani, starring Andy Garcia. Wanted to know which parts of the movie were fact and which were embellishments or outright added for creative license.
Have to confess, I tried to read this book, but it was just so uninteresting I kept re-reading the same pages over and over and after the first chapter totally put it down and never picked it up again.
There were probably some interesting things to be found, but his daughter wrote so many irrelevant details I lost interest.