Monday, October 22, 2012

Lotte Reiniger - Magic in a silhouette...

The Adventures of Prince Achmed - 1926 - Lotte Reiniger
 A few weeks ago we went to a public showing of a very old animated film at the local library. On the poster The Adventures of Prince Achmed was highlighted as the world's first feature-length animation, created by a German woman nearly 90 years ago...


The name Lotte Reiniger didn't mean anything to me at the time, but having seen the film, I could see the influence of her incredible pioneering work on other artists - illustrators and animation film-makers alike. The cinema room was packed with many young children, and I wondered how they would fare with a film that was created in 1926, well before the beloved Disney classic cartoons that must be their staple viewing diet, and entertainment reference, just as they surely were for their parents/grandparents.

 It turned out that Reiniger's art was not cartoon based, but composed of silhouette animation. In this way it created a magic that in no way suffered from its manifest lack of computer-generated images and gimmicky 3D effects. 

Blurred images due the original copy of Prince Achmed having been destroyed in the Blitz...
The stark contrast of the intricate black silhouettes set against varied backgrounds seemed to catch the children's attention, against all my expectations. 



Perhaps this was precisely due to the absence of lacquered finish and smooth movements that seem to have rendered the most technically-sophisticated animation so dull today. Here, we could see the art of creation in the animation itself, and this made the story and the film itself all the more magical. It certainly managed to keep the children in their seats right to the end of the showing; no mean feat!

As said at the start of another of Reiniger's works, Cinderella, all of her animations bring to life fairy tales, fantasy, classic myths and exotic Oriental stories "told by a pair of scissors on a screen". Deftly using black cardboard and scissors, she would cut out highly-detailed, wire-jointed silhouettes which came to life through the below-lit animation table and thousands of camera shots. The camera tracked the slightest gestures of the thus-animated figures to give rise to amazingly fluid movement in the final filmed version.
Cinderella

 Like the ancient Oriental shadow puppets employed to act out scenes, Reiniger's characters, human or beast alike, gave shape and movement to the action of any theatrical plot. These cut-out characters lose nothing of their vitality from the lack of colour. 


 On the contrary, the black accentuates the vividness of the backgrounds whilst drawing our attention back to the protagonists. In this manner, a unique style of animation was born, as the visual effects of these 2D card figures led the film beyond a mere flat representation of 3-dimensional reality.


Freed from the constraints of faithful reproduction, Reiniger invented new realms of portrayal. Here the details reflect the whole, the unreal reflects the real, the bestial reflects the human and vice versa; all becomes a shadow ballet of life, set to music. Each fraction of movement was noted and numbered to correspond to the music score, each frame recorded in the manner of the strictest choreography. For the artist, flora and fauna were vital to this creation. She studied both animal and human movement and gesture with precision, stating that "Man. and beast are on the same level, which would be impossible on a theatrical stage". 


Apparently Reiniger would study animals at the zoo and would then try to act out the body language that she had observed once back in her studio. The capture of seemingly minor movement, set to music, could alter the mood of the scene and convey a specific message that words could not, these being non-verbal, 'silent' films. Reiniger disliked imprecision in such animation and emphasized the importance of eye movement and hand gestures. Full facial expressions were limited to those shown in profile and she logically felt that " Hands are practically the only way to show a silhouette figure's emotions". 


 Close-up views demanded that the characters' forms were reproduced again, on a larger scale, to avoid the blurred effect when the camera is too near the subject.
 Conversely , desired blurring could be achieved by adding an extra plate of glass to create an illusion of haunting smoke or fog, or troubled waters. These techniques were already put to full use in Prince Achmed, and were later extended when she introduced coloured silhouettes in her later art. Reiniger's interpretation of The Frog Prince (1961) demonstrates this, although I personally prefer the stark black sihouettes with their precise, lacy detail. These seem to suit the other-wordly themes that form the basis of her art.



 The film that we saw, The Adventures of Prince Achmed, was the work that brought critical and popular acclaim to Reiniger at a relatively young age in 1926. Born in Berlin in 1899, she had shown an interest in puppetry - notably that of Chinese silhouette - and would give shows from her own puppet theatre as a child. During her adolescence, other influences made themselves apparent in the formative years of Reiniger's creativity. The cinema had an impact on her artistic vision, especially the special effects used by Georges Méliès.

 However it was a lecture given by the actor and director Paul Wegener on the subject of animation attended by Reiniger in 1915 that would give direction to her creativity. She entered the same drama group as Wegener in Max Reinhardt's theatre, where she spent her time performing and creating sihouettes of her fellow actors. Three years later, the young artist carried out some animation work for Wegener's The Pied Piper of Hamelin; this was to act as her passport to enter the animation and short-film studio of the Institut für Kulturforschung. Once at the institute, Reiniger encountered avant-garde figures such as Bertolt Brecht, and also met her future husband, the camera-man and producer, Carl Koch. 

Reiniger made six short films, several advertising campaigns and created special effects for feature films (notably Fritz Lang's Die Nibelungen) in the following period, largely shot and produced by Koch. In 1923, as the consequences of galloping inflation and the collapse of the monetary system under the Weimar Republic made themselves felt, an opportune project was presented to the artist. A certain banker wished to place a significant sum of money to prevent it becoming worthless through the ravages of devaluation. He decided to invest in a film-making enterprise...

  
The Adventures of Prince Achmed was the fruit of this scheme that took three years to complete. Although requiring painstaking artwork, this project was highly exciting for those involved as it represented unmapped terrain, or "virgin soil" as Reiniger put it, wherein the artists were offered "all the joys of explorers in an unknown country" The theme was in line with fantastic stories from One Thousand and One Arabian Nights which attracted public and critics alike, all fascinated by the Orient, especially since the discovery of Tutankhamen's tomb in 1922. Although Reiniger's film took a year to find a distributor, once it had been screened in Paris, through Jean Renoir's participation, it made the artist's name and assured her creative reputation. Nevertheless, life under the Weimar Republic gradually led into the period of Nazi rule. The artist and her husband found their work projects hampered, although not banned. Her films were no longer financed and the Third Reich deemed her work to be inappropriate since they were "romantic and unrealistic". As Reiniger and Koch were close to Leftist politics, they decided to emigrate but found no European country able or willing to grant them permanent visas to ensure their escape from Nazi Germany. This led to a period of transience, as the couple travelled around Europe, never settling long before they were obliged to move on again. This did not put a halt to their creativity; 12 films were made during these difficult times. Indeed, this nomadic existence lasted until 1944, when they had to return to Germany from Italy to flee the Allied invasion. It was during the allied Blitz of Berlin that the original copy of Prince Achmed was destroyed, though fortunately a negative was found in London years later...

During the 30's, Walt Disney carved a name for himself in popular screen entertainment with his celluloid animation, demonstrated in the iconic Snow White (1937). The animated cartoon films of Disney and Warner Bros threw the silhouette work of Reiniger into the shadows and dominated the market. However, the fact that silhouette animation required considerably less financial backing than celluloid animation meant that Reiniger pursued her career until the 1970's, relying on her limitless patience and tireless scissor-work to achieve her artistic missions. Some projects never saw the light however - Reiniger's wish to create an animation of Ravel's opera L'Enfant et Les Sortilèges was never realized due to copyright issues. Nevertheless, Reiniger's career was long and highly prodigious, and her creativity seemed to seemed to defy and overcome any obstacle placed in her way. The couple lived in England in the 1950's and founded Primrose Productions with the son of Prince Achmed's financier and went on to produce numerous short films based on Grimm's Fairy Tales, for the BBC. Incidentally, the co-founder of the production company, Louis Hagen Jr, had such an extraordinary life himself, beset by huge challenges, that it would surely make a fascinating film in its own right.
Reiniger did finally return to her homeland, Germany, and was given the artistic recognition that she deserved - receiving the Great Cross of the Order of Merit of the Federal Republic of Germany. She died in 1981.
Jan Pienkowski
 For me, Reiniger's Prince Achmed brought to mind the art of Jan Pieńkowski - the Polish-born British children's book illustrator and writer, who founded the greeting card company Gallery Five. 
Princes et Princesses - 2000 - Michel Ocelot
However, it also made me think of Michel Ocelot, a renowned French artist who has created several animated films - the most notable (I thought) were Princes et Princesses (2000) and the stunning Azur and Asmar (2006).  Ocelot does not just restrict himself to silhouette art, but branches out into other medium too. Ocelot acknowledged Reiniger's influence on his work, but is said to have remarked (rather ungraciously, I thought) that he found Lotte Reiniger's films "rather archaic and not very attractive". Despite this, he certainly noticed the potential such animation offered, especially regarding children's work. I love the animation, below, with paper doilies - beautiful! 

The general mood of some of Reiniger's late fairy tale animations, with their commentator's gentle voice-over, remind me of the work of Oliver Postgate - though mainly Bag Puss, I suppose, with Professor Yaffle, or The Pogles. I can't imagine Postgate making such disparaging remarks about the truly remarkable Reiniger who worked in such hard conditions, such a long time ago...

So, I was very happy to have discovered the art of Lotte Reiniger, and was pleased that the children, my daughter included, seemed to have appreciated its magic.


Friday, September 28, 2012

Butterfly mobile - butterfly waltz...


 The butterfly-motif serviettes I bought months ago finally found themselves cut, drawn and quartered to become a bead-and-butterfly mobile. It actually looks quite good 'in the flesh', especially when the evening sun sends a myriad of rainbow glints from the crystal and glass, dancing along the walls... Unfortunately, it most certainly isn't photogenic!


I tried and tried to get a decent photo, but to no avail... I should try to film the play of light, but while waiting for that, here's a butterfly waltz...
The mobile beads come from a fantastic goblin's lair of a shop - full of string upon string of magical crystal and glass...


The butterfly in the beautiful video above is the Monarch, the North American species which makes the epic annual migratory journey between Canada and Mexico. In their thousands, the butterflies set off for warmer climates in August, and return to the North in the following spring, often overwintering in sites along the Rockies. The Monarch, thus named by an American entomologist in the 19th century because it was "one of the largest butterflies, and rules a vast domain", follows the same flight paths established generations before.

Joel Sartore National Geographic- How I wish I could take photos like these!!!
 These flight patterns are hard-wired into these simple creatures, so that they are simply driven to embark on a journey that spans thousands of miles, and are lead to the same roosting sites, even the same trees. This instinctive navigation is guided by the position of the sun in the sky and a chemical compas linked to a circadian clock, based in the butterfly antennae. Like certain migratory birds, the Monarch is thus equipped to 'know' if it is aligned with the earth's magnetic field, Unlike birds, however, a complete migration is not carried out in the lifespan of a single butterfly, but will be performed by several generations.

White pale (Cabbage White?) butterflies seem to be the most common variety here...
I love the colours of the Monarch - the wings look like bronze-coloured stained glass - their black-lace veins and lighter patches seem to dazzle in the light. The visual effect of hundreds of these butterflies dripping off leaves and branches, carpetting the forest floor is magical, whilst the strange noise produced by thousands of wings is striking too.
One of my modest little Chalk Blue butterflies at the end of the season - looking a bit battered and ragged...
 Fragile as any butterfly, often sensitive to dramatic changes in temperature, the Monarch is nevertheless able to fend off birds and mammals to whom they would otherwise fall prey, due to the presence of toxics in its body, originating in a substance found in the plants they feed off; the milkweed...
Another tattered Chalk Blue - almost transparent this time!
 I have come across a few tiny, jewel-like blue butterflies here - Chalk Blue, I think. I even saw a majestic Swallowtail at one point, in the most unlikely of places; a building site. However, the most magical moment this summer was cycling through a cloud of hundreds of white butterflies that had all congregated in one spot, only to fly up and around as the bikes passed. I saw a rather more modest cluster another day and was again entranced, although the spell was broken slightly when I noticed what had mesmerized this fluttering group... A heap of manure!

Still not very photogenic, but too bad...

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Show Some Emotion...

From the 70's...
Last night I discovered that someone special had died in the morning. It was expected, so wasn't a dreadful surprise, but the jolt of finality was a shock nevertheless. A chapter of life really has ended, but at the same time this passage brought back memories of a very distant time. For me, back came the episodes of childhood spent with relatives, during our much-awaited annual summer holidays with them. We spent days on the beach and in the countryside around our house in the 70's. This gradually petered out as both our families seemed to branch out and off towards others interests and obligations and finally those shared family holidays fizzled out completely. The memories of our gatherings remain, however, and the music that seemed to accompany these too. 


I remember my aunt singing along to this whole Joan Armatrading album (Show Some Emotion)  that my parents had then and to hear it again now sends me back to those days, and right now back to her too. At that time she must have been much younger than my cousins and I are today, which seems strange to think.
 She really was a unique person who lit up life around her.


I 'borrowed' your photo - P - hope you don't mind...xx


Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Oh England, My Lionheart...

Foxgloves in the rain - Kensington Gardens
 They say the grass is always greener on the other side, but when I'm in England I don't particularly want to come back to France. This is mainly because I just can't face the music. The music in question accompanies the deadly dance of all aspects of divorce proceedings and is far from harmonious. These final steps in this particular pas de deux  are purely over money - filthy lucre indeed. I would love to purify myself after today's session; lose myself on a long walk in a big park, or along a coastline, but failing that I'll settle for a bath and a piece of music that always seems to have been in the background over the last seven years. Kate Bush's Oh England has such a beautifully calming effect...

 
 I sometimes think that I must have broken quite a sizeable mirror at some stage to account for those years, but at least this is now real life and not a collection of illusions, and there have been many, many bright moments too. Nevertheless, during brief periods I do still wish that I could be little again and fly off to escape the ugliness, in Peter Pan style. Today, for example!

Peter Pan in the rain - Kensington Gardens - London
 Oh England, my Lionheart,
I'm in your garden, fading fast in your arms.
The soldiers soften, the war is over.
The air raid shelters are blooming clover.
Flapping umbrellas fill the lanes--
My London Bridge in rain again.

Oh England, my Lionheart!
Peter Pan steals the kids in Kensington Park.
You read me Shakespeare on the rolling Thames--
That old river poet that never, ever ends.
Our thumping hearts hold the ravens in,
And keep the tower from tumbling.
Oh England, my Lionheart,
Oh England, my Lionheart,
Oh England, my Lionheart,
I don't want to go.

Oh England, my Lionheart!
Dropped from my black Spitfire to my funeral barge.
Give me one kiss in apple-blossom.
Give me one wish, and I'd be wassailing
In the orchard, my English rose,
Or with my shepherd, who'll bring me home.

Oh England, my Lionheart,
Oh England, my Lionheart,
Oh England, my Lionheart,
I don't want to go.
Oh England, my Lionheart,
Oh England, my Lionheart,
Oh England, my Lionheart,
I don't want to go.
Towards  Penzance (Cornwall) - This rainy morning walk seems like a dream now..

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

The Festival of Joan of Arc in Reims - Les Fêtes Johanniques de Reims...


Jeanne d'Arc - Place des Pyramides - Paris - E. Frémiet - 1889
The annual Festival of Joan of Arc - les Fêtes Johanniques - takes place in Reims in mid-June, in order to commemorate the triumphant arrival in the city of the 'Virgin of Orléans' and Charles VII in 1429 and the latter's subsequent coronation as rightful King of France...
This scene looks like something from a Brueghel painting...






Place Royale - Reims (with a magpie!)







For the space of a weekend, Reims, the bourgeois heart of the Champagne-producing region is taken over by a Medieval encampment.














A bawdy Middle-Age crowd invades the streets with their animations, stands and shows.
























 The key moment of the event is however, the final procession of Joan and her King from the Basilique Saint Remi to the Cathedral of Notre Dame. 
The Medieval jam stand with the testing/tasting pots...
A spice girl...
This is traditionally followed by an incredible motley crew of royalty, ruffians, beasts and beggars, exotic animals and animation of all kinds. 
A hearty welcome from a Knight Templar...
A noble camel

 The city centre is freed of modern traffic, but the pavements and streets are suddenly occupied by stranger forms of transport and pedestrians...
A gaggle of geese and a troup of tourists behind...

































This year promised to be even more spectacular as it commemorated the 600th year of the birth of Joan of Arc, and, as always, similar celebrations took place in Orléans and Rouen.


Place Royale
No Morris Dancers, but there was a Maypole that seemed to leave the younger dancers baffled!
The timing of the festivities posed a small problem this year, however, as not only was the Sunday ceremonial procession threatened by the looming rain clouds, but we also had another regal procession to watch; Queen Elizabeth's River Pageant.... 
Some of the many street musicians...













 Although my loyalty was tested, the choice was made quickly! Sorry Joan…



















We ended up watching the washed-out London celebrations on television, instead of those taking place here. In terms of weather, the Grand Cortège des Sacres didn’t seem to fare any better as it poured with rain and seems to have done little else since. 
Place Royale - Reims
Now when I look at the photos of the Fête de Jeanne d’Arc the sunny weather of that Saturday afternoon seems to be a very dim and distant memory. 
A Medieval Spike Milligan...
 The relaxing summer days I had been hoping for didn’t materialize either so today being the 17th July, the date of Charles’ VII coronation, I hope to finish this post once and for all, with or without the sun! 
One of the poor greygrounds there to show how their treatment probably still hasn't improved since the Middle Ages..
Last year the town commemorated the 800 years of Reims cathedral and over the months we have seen beautiful evening Sight and Sound displays – Rêve de Couleurs –as lights illuminate and play over the façade of this famous Gothic edifice in the same vivid colours as the stained glass windows themselves.
 For centuries the cathedral played the same role in the Sacre, the coronation of French kings and queens, as Westminster Abbey in England. 
View of the cathedral from the Palais du Tau - Reims
The huge spiritual and sovereign importance of the cathedral and the adjoining Palais du Tau was recognized in the grandeur of the edifices and also the regalia with which the monarchs were presented during the ceremonial rituals of the consecration. The anointing, or unction, of the monarch in Reims, refers back to the baptism of King Clovis in the city in 496-499. From the year 816 the ceremony of Le Sacre took place principally in Reims and it was the Holy Ampulla, containing the balm to be mixed with ‘chrism’ and allegedly transported by the dove of the Holy Spirit, that conferred the divine right to power on the French monarchy. 
Tea break on Place Royale...
The numerous maraudings, meanderings, twisted intrigues and open hostilities between France and England that had started with the William the Conqueror’s victory in 1066 continued to grow in frequency and force to give rise to the Hundred Years’ War. These hostilities were further complicated by the civil wars between the Armagnacs and the Burgundians that ravaged the French realm from 1407-1435. The Burgundian factions sought alliance and protected their interests with the English, whilst the Armagnacs sided with the French. England, ever-avid to see an English king reign over France, exploited the animosity between the two factions to their own profit. 
Probably not much chance of the blacksmith getting into that coat of armour...
The end of the Anglo-French war was the backcloth to the Dauphin’s rightful accession to the French throne in the first part of the 15th century when Joan of Arc finally led Charles VII to Reims. However, this passage was far from smooth… The crushing defeat of the French at the Battle of Azincourt (1415) by Henry V had led to the marriage between this English king and Catherine of Valois, the daughter of the French King, Charles VI. In addition, the Treaty of Troyes (1420) recognized Henry V as regent of France and decreed that his successors would occupy the French throne. Charles V disinherited his own son, the Dauphin Charles VII, to the succession. 
 When Henry V died before Charles VI in 1422, Henry VI of England was acknowledged future king of France by the English and the Burgundians. He was to be crowned in Paris 1431, aged just 10. On his father’s death in 1422, the Dauphin, Charles VII, wished to claim this title for himself but being unable to overthrow the English, he left Paris for an area near the Loire Valley and was disparagingly referred to as the ‘King of Bourges’ (the small town he inhabited). The sudden arrival of the young peasant girl from North-East France, Joan of Arc, would put an end to this stalemate.
Equestrian show - Place du Forum
 In 1429, Joan freed the besieged city of Orléans from the clutches of the English forces and declared that she had a divine mission to take the Dauphin from Chinon, to Reims for his consecration. “Tu es vray héritier du trône de France”. Herself guided by angels’ voices, Joan succeeded in leading Charles Le Victorieux to the ville des Sacres, where he received the keys to the city, and Dauphin was duly crowned king on the 17th of July of that year. 
Joan was later captured by the Burgundians near Compiègne and was sold to the English so that they could do as they wished with this ‘heretic’. Her fate was sealed and she died at the stake in Rouen in 1431, aged only 19, yet was to become a folk heroine and a Catholic saint, and the Fête Jeanne d’Arc reflects the continued interest in this cult figure of French history.
Making chain mail...
Over the centuries the symbolic image of Joan of Arc has given rise to numerous works of art and most French towns have large statues, sculptures and paintings in her honour. One the works that I have seen, I prefer that of the Place des Pyramides, near the Louvre, in Paris. 
Herding up the straying locals...
Commissioned by the government on France’s defeat in the Franco-Prussian war in 1870, the statue reigns over the traffic today, but initially commemorated Joan’s brave attempt to take Paris. I always think of this work as typically Parisian but in fact other versions of Frémiet’s statue can be seen in Nancy (France), Philadelphia, Portland and Melbourne – the latter being the less resplendent simply because it isn’t golden!
Of course, Reims has its own statue of Joan of Arc, situated just in front of the cathedral, but whilst she brandishes her sword bravely, her face does not seem to reflect the same bravura and determination as Frémiet’s Jeanne. Not only that, but her sword has fallen victim to acts of vandalism on several occasions, this year included…
Jeanne d'Arc - Parvis de la Cathédrale - Reims (sword still intact, but not for long..)
Well the sun has finally come out, and I hope it will do so next year when I fully intend to see the Grand Cortège des Sacres on the Sunday, camera in hand, surrounded by all kinds of Medieval and modern-day magic.
Display of hunting birds - Place du Forum - Reims
 It’s not everyday that you can see vultures, eagles and owls flying around the square in front of your local baker’s shop! Or be overtaken by a procession of camels and yaks on your way home after a busy day of festivities!

The yaks lead the way home...
 And no one could possibly forget the haughty expression of those camels!
A snooty beast 'parked' behind the cathedral - I just love that regal sneer!