Though it is sometimes inhibiting to reference overarching traits that derive from a person’s cultural background, it is perhaps counterproductive not to acknowledge the elusive and indefinable beauty that seems to pervade the art from France. Whether by subconscious learning passed through parents early on, or an indelible and proud spirit that is forever pursuing where the beauty of life resides, French artists maintain somehow a very unique atmosphere that is both fresh and new, and deep with experience at the same time.
For Max Papart, who, born in 1911, began making art at the age of four, an art career spanning most of the way through the twentieth century shows little deadweight of the usual ties to a specific era. It is difficult to discern even the decade which birthed many of his roving and effortless compositions, which expand outward through play with interesting textures, intuitive colors, shading and shape and surprising assemblies of form. Each one feels to be an inspired narrative with a beguiling way of striking just the right chord, confirming a parallel and perhaps even universal intrinsic emotion. Some of Papart’s magic lies in perhaps his way of search— the dreaming that fledges from an uninfluenced perspective. This undoubtedly leads to the great sophistication evident, achieved through the rediscovery of innocence and wonder at the surrounding world, infusing itself in every mark. His background is perhaps another key into this nature, where he abandoned art school early for the preferred guidance from the outdoors, the great masters such as Rubens and Rembrandt, literature and poetry, psychology, socio-political resistance and prehistoric art.