Dance of Creation
The Ballets Russes and the dawn of modernity.
Jun 17, 2013, Vol. 18, No. 38 • By EVE TUSHNET
"Diaghilev and the Ballets Russes, 1909-1929: When Art Danced with Music," at the National Gallery of Art through September 2, attempts to give its audience an experience almost as immersive and complete as the experience of the Ballets Russes itself. The exhibit is divided roughly by ballet, so that each gets its own room. The walls are a deep peacock blue, often painted with images that recall the dropcloths used in the ballets themselves. The big exhibit winds through two floors, journeying through time. And it doesn’t just showcase paintings, sculptures, and drawings of the Ballets Russes—by familiar names like Picasso, de Chirico, and Rodin—but includes magazines, posters, a wealth of original costumes, 3-D set designs, music composed for the company, and videos either re-creating the company’s choreography or reinterpreting it.
It’s ambitious, and it mostly works. Even the walk over to the exhibit feels like a part of the show: In the cool, white, high-ceilinged landing of the gallery, you walk past George Segal’s 1971 plaster sculpture The Dancers, in which a ring of four calm and focused women practice their moves. From this image of peace and clarity you suddenly enter the dark, exotic, lush world of the Ballets Russes exhibit: a world of inspiration and ecstasy. The walls are close, the music swells, and placid white is replaced by red and gold and blue.
It’s impossible to re-create ballet in an art museum, but this comes surprisingly close. Sculptures show the dancers in gravity-defying poses, every limb arched and crooked. Boris M. Frödman-Cluzel’s 1909 bronze of Adolph Bolm as the Polovtsian Chief from Prince Igor shows the dancer in a pose which is all angles and abandon: head thrown back, stomping, swooning, saber raised on high. Valentin Serov’s lithograph of Anna Pavlova from the same year shows the curves to Bolm’s sharp corners. She’s all lissome, regal control. And the costume designs by Léon Bakst are delirious works of art in themselves. His design for Nijinsky in Afternoon of a Faun, which serves as the exhibit’s poster, shows the black-and-white-spotted faun romancing a snaky, jewel-toned scarf and a Dionysian bunch of purple grapes. There’s more snakiness in Bakst’s sketch for a Bacchante from Narcissus.
All Bakst’s sketches are sultry, with more than a hint of danger. In contrast, Jean Cocteau’s poster for Nijinsky in Le Spectre de la Rose—and, seriously, it seems as if everybody who’s anybody is in this show—portrays the dancer in a soft, almost boneless, lilting pose.
There is also more direct representation: A 33-second clip of a Ballets Russes rehearsal from 1928 plays on one wall, showing Mikhail Fokine’s choreography and Serge Lifar just hanging in the air like a firework. Other, bigger screens show the Joffrey Ballet’s re-creations of the original choreography for Faun and The Rite of Spring. These screenings don’t quite work, largely because they’re physically too close together: You can hear the dulcet Debussy while you’re trying to watch the pounding, anti-dulcet Stravinsky, and vice versa. On the exhibit’s top floor, a 2010 short film inspired by The Firebird has some striking images of black and flame-filled women’s silhouettes. But it’s too didactic and respectful, too PBS. It pales in comparison to the original Natalia Goncharova Firebird backcloth which hangs on the opposite wall.
There’s a wealth—almost a surfeit—of provocative and gorgeous artwork in this show, but there are also glancing attempts to answer the underlying question: Why was Sergei Diaghilev’s transformation of the ballet so shocking?
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