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Title: Carnaval d'Arlequin
Date Made: 1924-1925
Artist: Joan Miro
Artist Bio: Spanish painter, printmaker, and ceramicist, 1893-1983
Materials & Techniques: oil on canvas
Dimensions: overall: 36 3/4 x 47 x 3 1/2 inches (93.35 x 119.38 x 8.89 cm)
Inscriptions: signature, dated, lower left, Miro. / 1924-25; signature, dated, back, Joan Miro / Carnaval d'Arlequin / 1924-25
Credit Line: Room of Contemporary Art Fund, 1940
Description from Albright-Knox Art Gallery: Painting and Sculpture from Antiquity to 1942
“Carnival of Harlequin” is one of the most familiar and appealing of Surrealist paintings. It was painted in Paris during the winter of 1924-25, the climactic work in a series in which the landscape and color of Miro’s native Catalonia were supplanted as primary influences by the painter’s private fantasies. Miro was later to describe this work as follows:
“The ball of yarn unraveled by the cats dressed up as Harlequins of smoke twisting about my entrails and stabbing them during the period of famine which gave birth to the hallucinations enregistered in this picture beautiful flowering of a fish in a poppy field noted on the snow of a paper throbbing like the throat of a bird at the contact of a woman’s sex in the form of a spider with aluminum legs returning in the evening to my home at 45 rue Blomet a figure which as far as I know has nothing to do with the figure 13 which has always exerted an enormous influence on my life by the light of an oil lamp fine haunches of a woman between the tuft of the guts and the stem with a flame which throws new images on the whitewashed wall at this period I plucked a knob from a safety passage which I put in my eye like a monocle gentleman whose foodless ears are fascinated by the flutter of butterflies musical rainbow eyes falling like a rain of lyres ladder to escape the disgust of life ball thumping against a board loathsome drama of reality guitar music falling stars crossing the blue space to pin themselves on the body of my mist which dives into the phosphorescent Ocean after describing a luminous circle” (1).
Though several other of the painter’s contemporaneous works have . . . been shown to have been based on specific texts by Surrealist poets whose company Miro frequently sought, no such source can be identified for “Carnival of Harlequin.” The title, however, may provide a clue to the meaning of this welter of whimsical detail. The character of Harlequin is familiar from the “Commedia dell’arte,” in which he plays a foolish clown, perpetually and almost always unsuccessfully, in love. Despite Miro’s own identification of the two cats with Harlequin, the bearded and mustachio-ed gentleman at the left in the painting sports Harlequin’s traditional mask, rounded “admiral’s” hat and diamond-patterned tunic. Carnival, in its strictest sense, refers to the merrymaking and revelry which precede the enforced abstinence of Lent. The prominent hole in Harlequin’s middle sests that his fasting has begun prematurely. Indeed, Miro wrote, “For Harlequin’s Carnival I made many drawings into which I put the hallucinations provoked by my hunger. In the evening I would come home without having eaten and put down my sensations on paper” (2).
The Harlequin as self-portrait of the artist is a long-established artistic tradition which Miro certainly knew, for example, from the work of Picasso. This painting is bisected vertically by a peculiar guitar-wielding female. It teems with symbols which have been shown to have explicit sexual reference for Miro. The large winged insect-like creature with a flamelike stem at the right is one of the many female silhouettes which Miro derived from the contours of a kerosene lamp. Harlequin’s woeful expression ironically belies the general riotous gaiety; he appears to suffer simultaneously from the pangs of unrequited hunger and the temptations of sestive apparitions which flit cheerfully but tantalizingly just out of reach.
Other details are no so easily explained. The cones, spheres and carpenter’s triangles may recall de Chirico, then a major influence on the early Surrealists. The multitude of eyes, familiar especially from Ernst, underline the Surrealist insistence on the artist as visionary or seer. Most interesting, perhaps, is the dice. It has been shown by some writers as an oblique homage to the poet Mallarme’s important “Le Coup de des” (3). However, here it functions also as a jack-in-the-box, alongside the central female who appears to be partly constructed of a spring and activated by a Dadaistic wheel, crank and key. It is perhaps more than coincidence that the French philosopher Henri Bergson, often read by the Surrealists, considered the human imitation of mechanical movement to lie at the core of comedy and that one of his images was the jack-in-the-box.
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