On the Death of Lucien Clergue
Transcript of On the Death of Lucien Clergue
The Death of Lucien Clergue
All Lucien Clergue photographs courtesy Anne Clergue
Published at Hyperallergic asRemembering French Photographer Lucien Clergue, a Giant of the Field
http://hyperallergic.com/163114/remembering-french-photographer-lucien-clergue-a-giant-of-the-field/
“Nu zébré” (2009)
Close to the termination of Paris Photo (the international art fair for works in the
photographic medium), the French art scene was distressed by the melancholy news that
pioneer art photographer Lucien Clergue, co-creator of the Rencontres d'Arles (the largest
event dedicated to photography in Europe) died Saturday at the age of 80.
Clergue had been elected member of the Académie des Beaux-Arts in 2006 and was
responsible for the creation of the National School of Photography in Arles. He was an
immensely productive photographer and photography activist (creator of some 800,000
photographs and 75 photography books), justly celebrated for series of rather austere
works depicting the terrible beauty of the bullfight, the enchanting/poignant life of
gypsies, the magnificence of the stark female nude, and terrific portraits of Jean Cocteau
and Pablo Picasso. He was married to the art curator Yolande Clergue, founder of The
Foundation Vincent van Gogh Arles.
I met him through his two daughters, Anne Clergue, galleriest and curator of
contemporary art, and Olivia Clergue, handbag fashion designer and goddaughter of
Picasso, who the young Lucien approached at a corrida in Arles, befriended, and
extensively photo documented; revealing the great painter in his studio cuddling his dog,
smoking, sunbathing, watching bullfights, enjoying Gitan culture, enthralled.
“Manitas et J.Reyes” (1955)
It is agonizing that Lucien’s dear Gitan friend, Manitas de Plata, the legendary gypsy
guitarist, also died very recently - on Nov. 6th. I will never forget the evening Lucien
took me to a little pizza place during the Feria d'Arles run by gypsies where they played
and sang pulsing flamenco music – wildly, almost fiercely, dancing for each other. We
two were the only non-Gitans there, but I could feel the same blood circulating through
my veins.
Born in Arles in 1934 of modest background, Clergue discovered photography in 1949.
His first book of photos, Corps mémorable, was published by Éditions Pierre Seghers in
1957 and is accompanied by poems of the surrealist poet Paul Éluard, an introduction by
Cocteau, and a cover by Picasso. I deem Lucien’s best work as always retaining
something of that surrealist spirit. Indeed I dreamed of Lucien last night as a great flock
of white Camargue flamingos, flying backwards.
“Double exposure bullfighting Madrid” (1992)
The light in his work is usually hot, smooth and trembling; as we can see in his vellum-
like photos of dying bulls, Gypsies dancing in the heat, and beautiful women rolling
wildly naked on the beach. Through his choice of subject, and his compositional
astuteness, I greatly admired his ability to wrench out of cold capture technology - with
its mechanical apparatus of moving metallic parts, polished glass and chemicals -
something of the southern Mediterranean sun - something of the rapture of the warm life
of daydreams, despair, lull, love and yearning. My feeling is that he defeated the coldness
of capture technology through his humility, perplexing the camera’s all-devouring, all-
devastating, omni-voraciousness. Within the game of mechanical technology, he
managed to insert something of the elusive prehistoric world and its healing mythologies,
and reinstate a resistance of contemplative quietude.
“Nu de la mer Camargue, in Née de la Vague” (1964)
I mention this word "resistance" with caution, not seeking to invoke examples of useless
failed revolutions of the past, but to think about the problem of art in the post-
photographic electronic age in a way that Walter Benjamin devoted himself; to the
problems of image production that assumes a dialogically (and dialectically) configured
subject, shaping artistic warmth through technological decisions.
All photographs courtesy Anne Clergue