I don’t create to make beautiful paintings of beautiful sculptures. Art is just a means of seeing. — Alberto Giacometti
The making of art for Giacometti was neither a matter of technique nor process, just a simple and absolute need. There is a deep psychological distance between us, the viewer, and the sculptures of Giacometti; a distance that may be read as a metaphor for the distance between the artist and his quest; an expression of his ‘horror of the infinite’, which is so powerfully felt in that inevitable and slightly disturbing space which surrounds his figures, whether sculptures, drawings or prints. This sense of isolation is a defining characteristic of Giacometti’s sensibility and thus of his work.
A mental image of the last sight of his friend and model Isabel Delmer, seen from afar after their goodbye in a street in Paris was her tiny and ever tinier figure within the ever more imposing space between the rows of house to her left and to her right — tiny and yet still a unique individual.
The intrusion of others into that quest of self-revelation is extraordinarily, even dramatically, demonstrated in his falling out with Sartre after a valued 25-year friendship. Sartre’s autobiography The Words included a surprising passage in which the author passes his own judgment and interpretation of Giacometti’s accident in late 1938 in the Place des Pyramides in Paris and the effect it had upon him. Whilst it was a serious ‘moment’ in Giacometti’s life, which he mentioned frequently and left him permanently lame. he felt deeply that it was his experience and his alone. Oddly Sartre chose to impose his own interpretation on this event and virtually put words into his friend’s mouth. Giacometti’s response was unequivocal: how dare his old friend judge another’s very private experience? The two did not speak again; and probably what most offended Giacometti was, the misinterpretation apart, the fact that a kindred spirit had assumed a right to intervene in another’s world.
The function of criticism should be to show how it is what it is, even that it is what it is, rather than to show what it means.
SCULPTURES
DRAWINGS AND PRINTS
贾科梅蒂在给法国作家让·热内的一封信里说:One day, I saw myself in the street like that. I was the dog. 他后来回忆说:For a long time, I’d had in my mind the memory of a Chinese dog I’d seen somewhere. And then one day I was walking along the rue de Vanves in the rain, close to the walls of the building, with my head down, feeling a little sad, perhaps, and I felt like a dog just then. So I made that sculpture.