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A new exhibition explores the world of ugly art

Magic Realism: Art in Weimar Germany 1919-33 Tate Modern

- Alastair Sooke CRITIC-AT-LARGE

Consider this tragic scene. A man in a smart bottlegree­n jacket, his face already fixed in a skull-like rictus, has blown out his brains on a city boulevard at night, knocking off his bowler hat. Behind him, another suicide hangs from a lamppost, as dogs roam bloodred streets.

Meanwhile, in a window, a naked prostitute displays herself like some implacable goddess surveying the victims sacrificed in her honour. In the distance (a bitter irony, this), a church presides over the whole godless spectacle.

This is Suicide (1916), an unforgetta­ble painting by the German artist George Grosz, which appears in the first gallery of Magic Realism, a new, free, display at Tate Modern featuring almost 70 artworks created during Germany’s Weimar Republic (1919-1933). Although Grosz’s picture was painted during the First World War, its despairing vision of a world in turmoil prefigures the prevailing tone of German art after the conflict, which was violent, bitter, intense.

During the Twenties, a new form of scorching, cynical realism came to the fore in Germany, reacting against the emotional Expression­ism that had held sway in avant-garde circles prior to the war. As one critic put it, referring to the movement, which became known as Neue Sachlichke­it (“New Objectivit­y”), paintings like Grosz’s were “not likely to be acceptable to those who want art to be pretty”.

Not half: don’t wander into Magic Realism expecting pretty. Yes, there is an enormous, visionary canvas, from 1920, of a blue-robed gardener holding a watering can, by the little-known artist Harry Heinrich Deierling. Peaceful and bright, it expresses a shattered society’s yearning hope for regenerati­on after catastroph­e. But Deierling’s note of optimism is the exception.

As well as Grosz’s Suicide, the display contains a phenomenal­ly lurid and putrid crucifixio­n, a watercolou­r of a bruised beggar collapsed on a buckling street, and several violent images featuring female corpses. These are so viciously misogynist­ic that, hidden away in a corner, they come with their own warning: “This room contains works that some visitors may find upsetting.”

Some visitors? Anyone not upset by Rudolf Schlichter’s perverse watercolou­r of two broken-necked women in high-heeled leather boots hanging from a ceiling needs locking up. It looks like a scene from Margaret Atwood’s dystopian novel, The Handmaid’s Tale.

Nearby, we encounter Otto Dix’s crazed, provocativ­e etching Lust Murderer (1920), the fine-art equivalent of a slasher film, which depicts a grinning, knife-wielding psychopath in a suit, surrounded by dismembere­d female body parts, some still spurting blood.

Schlichter’s picture and Dix’s print are both representa­tive of the theme of “lustmord” or “sex murder” that became commonplac­e in Weimar art and literature. Turbulent times produce turbulent art, I suppose. Artists such as Dix and Grosz were the canaries in the coal mine of their society: they sensed dark forces abroad in their homeland, and their art, for all its over-the-top, grotesque qualities and elements of caricature, played a quasi-documentar­y role, revealing the ugly, chaotic “reality” that they saw around them. Dix’s stunning etching Butcher Shop (1920), for instance, transforms a prosaic, everyday scene, as an errand boy pops in to buy a cut of meat, into a maelstrom of barely suppressed violence and menace. The fat, thuggish workers who brandish axes and knives are probably veterans brutalised by their experience­s during the war. They look as porcine as the carcasses that they are chopping up.

This queasy, upsetting realisatio­n that things are out of joint finds memorable expression in Albert Birkle’s extraordin­ary portrait of a circus acrobat called Schulz – a standout image in the first gallery.

Birkle zooms in on his characterf­ul face, as he appears to stagger backwards. His eyes roll upwards, his hair flies about, his flesh is creased with concentric lines, like ripples in a pond. You sense at once why Schulz appealed to Birkle: this isn’t a portrait of an individual, but of a battered, punchdrunk nation, unsure which way is up, which down.

The circus wasn’t the only form of popular entertainm­ent that Weimar artists were drawn to. A gallery towards the end explores the ambiguous nocturnal netherworl­d of the cabaret.

Max Beckmann’s Anni (Girl with Fan), a nostalgic evocation of a nightclub painted in 1942, features a slender-necked girl in a purple dress glancing past the silhouette­d form of her male companion, straight at the viewer. It’s a moment of illicit flirtation, in which the viewer is complicit.

Most of Magic Realism – which takes its title from a term coined by a critic in 1925 to describe the new trend in German art (eventually, “New Objectivit­y” won out) – showcases the collection of George Economou, the Greek shipping billionair­e, with a few works owned by Tate, such as Grosz’s Suicide, sprinkled in for good measure. Alongside New Objectivit­y’s wellknown triumvirat­e of Beckmann, Dix and Grosz, the year-long display features many artists, such as Birkle, who will not be familiar.

I wish I could report lots of exciting new discoverie­s. The truth, though, is that, especially in the middle section, where we find a wall of stiff, flat portraits, there are too many drab and humdrum paintings by second-rate talents.

A lot of the artists borrow over-liberally from De Chirico and Picasso. Their work functions primarily as a social document of Weimar Germany, rather than as good art – a notion confirmed, by implicatio­n, in the wall texts, which concentrat­e on the period’s history.

Still, any opportunit­y to reacquaint oneself with the frenzied, white-hot vision of Dix and Grosz should not be missed.

The hard-hitting art in Magic Realism may not charm or delight. But, as the lurching uncertaint­y of our own times only seems to increase, it remains as urgent and relevant as ever.

Until July 2019; informatio­n: 020 7887 8888; tate.org.uk

‘During the Twenties, a new form of scorching, cynical realism came to the fore in Germany’

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Stand-out: Birkle’s The Acrobat Schulz, Beckmann’s Anni (Girl with Fan) left;
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Unforgetta­ble: the grotesque (1916), by George Grosz Suicide
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