Inside the studio of Joan Mir
is something I will never forget, says Joan Punyet Mir standing on the threshold of the Majorcan studio where his grandfather, the acclaimed Spanish artist Joan Mir worked from the late almost until his death in 1983. was 20 April 1978: my grandfather 85th birthday. I was 10 years old. He clapped his hands and said, today we will walk down to my studio. though Joan Punyet had grown up nearby in Palma, the island capital, and usually visited his grandfather twice a week, this was the first time that he had been allowed inside the eye catching atelier designed by Mir friend, the Spanish architect Josep Lluis Sert.
View image of Mirs atelier was designed by his friend the architect Josep Lluis Sert (Credit: Credit: Travelstock 44/Alamy)
Few people were invited into this fantastical building overlooking the Mediterranean, with its distinctive, undulating white roof like a pair of seagull wings, and shutters of bright blue, yellow and red, recalling paintings by the artist.
To me, as a boy, he was not the great Mir he was grandpa Joan Punyet Mir
The interior, dominated by a primitive looking wall of rough hewn boulders, yet awash with beautiful light, was a sanctuary where the artist could summon his phantasmagorical art in peace. Although Mir was a fan of music, he insisted on silence while he worked and he certainly did not encourage his grandchildren to play in his vicinity when he was painting.
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I felt extremely honoured, recalls his grandson, a flamboyant poet and performance artist dressed in a tweed sports jacket, yellow framed sunglasses, and smart leather shoes. the turpentine, oil paints and acrylics, and seeing hundreds of works all over the place: that day with my grandfather was a striking experience. He pauses. me, as a boy, he was not the great Mir he was grandpa. Only when I entered the studio in 1978 did I understand the importance of my grandpa around the world. house
By the late following the death a few years earlier of his great friend and rival, Pablo Picasso, Mir was arguably Spain most important living artist. During the and his poetical, semi abstract compositions, which appeared so spontaneous, as though dredged from deep within his unconscious, were commonly associated with Surrealism. Yet it was not until after the war that his reputation truly soared, as his influence on the younger generation of Abstract Expressionists in the US became plain to see.
He wanted to be in peace, left alone from museum directors, collectors, dealers and journalists Joan Punyet Mir
But international acknowledgement as a pioneer of abstraction came with a plague of distractions that got in the way of painting. And so, in 1956, Mir settled permanently on Majorca, encouraged by Pilar Juncosa, his Majorcan wife, as well as by his memories of childhood summers spent on the island. (His mother was Majorcan too.) settled down here, his grandson explains, he wanted to be in peace, left alone from museum directors, collectors, dealers and journalists. From 21 January, a recreation of the studio, featuring 25 paintings and drawings by the artist as well as pieces of furniture and household items, will be staged by the Barcelona based Mayoral gallery in a rented space in St James in London.
The Foundation in Majorca also looks after a second studio nearby in an 18th Century house that the artist bought in 1959. This handsome building boasts, upon its whitewashed walls, eerie graffiti that Mir executed while planning his sculptures.
Man behind the mask
It also contains, as Joan Punyet showed me recently, the desiccated corpse of an unfortunate cat hanging on the wall of an old fashioned, rustic kitchen. grandfather had a cat, he explains, one day, by accident, he locked the cat inside this house and went away for adidas originals six months. When he came back, he found this: the terrible, spooky, horrible face of an animal dying of hunger and thirst on the floor. Would you keep this at home? No way! I would throw this in my garbage can immediately, but he kept it in the studio. Why? I think something about the texture and the process of life and death really appealed to him. anecdote about Mir cat reminds me of a fundamental contradiction between the artist and his work. In person Mir was orderly and elegant, the epitome of bourgeois propriety. dressed like a lawyer or a banker, Joan Punyet says, beautiful suits and handmade shoes. He looked like an English lord. Andr Breton called Mir most surrealist of us all
He was also very particular about his working habits: single thing had to be in order: all his brushes and tools were always in the same spot. His methodology was quite strict that was something I remember about my grandfather. He would wake up at 7am, work downstairs [in the Sert studio] from 9am to 2pm, and then after lunch and a siesta he would answer by himself because he did not have a secretary all the letters that he received from people around the world. During the evenings, he would read poetry, sketch, and listen to music. at the same time, this man who appeared so controlled and conventional was capable of unleashing upon canvas visions of such ferocious intensity that Andr Breton, the French founder of Surrealism, once called him most surrealist of us all Picasso was a volcano on the outside, Mir a volcano on the inside Joan Punyet Mir
man you met had nothing to do with the artist, Joan Punyet explains. was putting on a mask. But when he was in his studio, he took off the mask and became a wild beast, a sorcerer, the magician of colour. He pauses. is interesting to contrast my grandfather with his good friend Picasso. They were totally different personalities. Picasso was an extrovert, Mir an introvert. Picasso was a volcano on the outside, Mir a volcano on the inside. eruption
According to Joan Punyet, the extraordinary thing is that the creative inside his grandfather erupted with surprising force when he was an old man. assumed that my grandfather, as a successful artist, had retired to Majorca in order to wait for death. But he was not afraid of death, he was not afraid of failure. He was afraid of only one thing: repeating himself. He did so by, for instance, rejecting colour, which he had mastered as a young man. Instead he started producing brooding, uninhibited paintings full of black that were often thronged with ghouls, demons and monsters. He also worked on canvases placed directly on the studio floor.
grandfather said, older I get, the more violent and expressive I become, his grandson says. Majorca, he became a new, revolutionary artist: he was walking on a tightrope, taking risks. One day [his dealer] Aim Maeght came to see him and said, Joan, your new paintings and sculptures are too radical how am I going to sell them? My grandfather replied: worry you just have to wait 35 years. And Maeght said: I be dead by then! When I saw his art, I saw freedom Joan Punyet Mir
What did Joan Punyet make of his grandfather art when he saw it, freshly painted in the studio, on that momentous spring day in 1978? I saw his art, he replies slowly, saw freedom. And I couldn really match that freedom to his 85 year old body. It was very strange. How could my grandfather manage to be so childish? Joan Punyet lives a stone throw from the Foundation, in the house where Mir died, aged 90. It is the same property that he visited as a boy when the family gathered on Sunday afternoons for paella. On one occasion he remembers watching his grandfather strip the flesh off a piece of chicken before pocketing the bone. Years later he chanced upon the same bone in the archives of the Foundation: Mir had cast it as part of a bronze sculpture. lived the whole process of that sculpture unbelievable, Joan Punyet says.
View image of Joan Punyet Mir is artist’s grandson (pictured here with one of his grandfather’s works) (Credit: Credit: DPA/Alamy)
After Sunday lunch, Mir would often play with his grandchildren. Even then, though, he could seem distant. was intimidated by him, Joan Punyet recalls. couldn chat to him easily. He was often silent worried about the future of his country. After all, he had lived through the Spanish Civil War, the Second World War, and then 30 years of dictatorship. As a boy, I could feel in him this tremendous energy of despair and worry. Mir demeanour only enhanced his grandson ardent admiration for him. me, Joan Punyet says, was a giant. Even when he was walking in the house, I could hear his footsteps, and already I would be impressed by his approach. He left behind a tremendous fingerprint on my spirit. Sooke is art critic of The Daily Telegraph.