Biography of Jean Arp
Jean Arp / Hans Arp was a German-French, or Alsatian, sculptor, painter, poet and abstract artist in other media such as torn and pasted paper.
When Arp spoke in German he referred to himself as "Hans", and when he spoke in French he referred to himself as "Jean". Many people believe that he was born Hans and later changed his name to Jean, but this is not the case.
Arp was born in Strasbourg. The son of a French mother and a German father, he was born during the period following the Franco-Prussian War when the area was known as Alsace-Lorraine (Elsass-Lothringen in German) after it had been returned to Germany by France. Following the return of Alsace to France at the end of World War I, French law determined that his name become Jean.
In 1904, after leaving the École des Arts et Métiers in Strasbourg, he went to Paris where he published his poetry for the first time. From 1905 to 1907, Arp studied at the Kunstschule, Weimar, Germany and in 1908 went back to Paris, where he attended the Académie Julian. In 1915, he moved to Switzerland, to take advantage of Swiss neutrality. Arp later told the story of how, when he was notified to report to the German consulate, he avoided being drafted into the army: he took the paperwork he had been given and, in the first blank, wrote the date. He then wrote the date in every other space as well, then drew a line beneath them and carefully added them up. He then took off all his clothes and went to hand in his paperwork. He was told to go home.
Arp was a founding member of the Dada movement in Zürich in 1916. In 1920, as Hans Arp, along with Max Ernst, and the social activist Alfred Grünwald, he set up the Cologne Dada group. However, in 1925 his work also appeared in the first exhibition of the surrealist group at the Galérie Pierre in Paris.
In 1926, Arp moved to the Paris suburb of Meudon. In 1931, he broke with the Surrealist movement to found Abstraction-Création, working with the Paris-based group Abstraction-Création and the periodical, Transition.
Throughout the 1930s and until the end of his life, he wrote and published essays and poetry. In 1942, he fled from his home in Meudon to escape German occupation and lived in Zürich until the war ended.
Arp visited New York City in 1949 for a solo exhibition at the Buchholz Gallery. In 1950, he was invited to execute a relief for the Harvard University Graduate Center in Cambridge, Massachusetts would also be commissioned to do a mural at the UNESCO building in Paris. In 1954, Arp won the Grand Prize for Sculpture at the Venice Biennale.
In 1958, a retrospective of his work was held at the Museum of Modern Art in New York City, followed by an exhibition at the Musée National d'Art Moderne, Paris, France, in 1962.
The Musée d'art moderne et contemporain of Strasbourg houses many of his paintings and sculptures.
Personal life and death
Arp's first wife, the artist Sophie Taeuber-Arp, died in Zürich in 1943, and he subsequently married the collector Marguerite Hagenbach. Arp died in 1966, in Basel, Switzerland.
Jean Arp's Works:
Der Vogel Selbdritt, Berlin Otto von Holten 1920.
Die Wolkenpumpe, Hanovre, Paul Steegemann, 1920.
Der Pyramidenrock, Erlenbach, Zurich Eugen Rentsch (1924).,
Weisst du Schwarzt du, Zurich, Pra, 1930.
Konfiguration, Paris, Poésie & Co., 1930.
Muscheln und Schirme, Meudon-Val-Fleury, chez l’auteur, 1939.
1924 1925 1926/1943, Bern-Bümplitz, Benteli 1944.
Auch Das ist Nur Eine Wolke, Basel, Vineta, 1951, réédition Bâle, Neske, 1960.
Wegweiser-Jalons, Meudon-Val-Fleuri, chez l’auteur, 1951, édition bilingue allemand, français.
Die Engelsschrift, Tübingen, chez l’auteur, 1952.
Wortträume und Schwarze Sterne, Wiesbaden, Limes, 1953.
Behaarte Herzen,1923-1926, Könige vor der Sintflut 1952-1953, Francfort sur le Main, Meta, 1953.
Auf Einem Bein, Wiesbaden, Limes 1955.
Unsern Täglichen Traum, Zurich, Arche, 1955.
Worte mit und Ohne Anker, Wiesbaden, Limes, 1953.
Mondsand, Pfullingen, Neske, 1960.
Zweiklang, Zurich, Arche, 1960.
Sinnende Flammen, Zurich, Arche, 1961.
Logbuch des Traumkapitäns, Zurich, Arche, 1965.
Gesammelte Gedichte I, P. Schifferli éd., Zürich, Arche/Wiesbaden, Limes, 1963.
Gesammelte Gedichte II, P. Schifferli éd., Zürich, Arche/Wiesbaden, Limes, 1974.
Gesammelte Gedichte III, A. Bleikasten éd., Zürich, Arche/Munich, Limes, 1984.
Des taches dans le vide, Paris, Librairie Tschann (1937).
Sciure de gammes, Paris, Parisot, 1938. 1981.
Poèmes sans prénoms, Grasse, chez l’auteur, 1941.
Rire de Coquille, Amsterdam, Vordemberge-Guildewart, 1944.
Le Blanc aux pieds de nègre, Paris, Fontaine, 1945.
Le Siège de l’air, Paris, Vrille, 1946.
Le Voilier dans la forêt, Paris, Louis Broder, 1957.
Vers le blanc infini, Lausanne/Paris, La Rose des vents, 1960.
Le Soleil recerclé, Paris Louis Broder, 1966.
Jours effeuillés, Paris, Gallimard, 1966.
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Jean Arp Poems
The Domestic Stones (Fragment)
(Translated from the French by David Gascoyne) The feet of morning the feet of noon and the feet of evening walk ceaselessly round pickled buttocks
Kaspar Is Dead
(Translated by G P Skratz) o god our kaspar is dead & now there's no-one to steal away with the burning flag &
The Air Is A Root
The air is a root. The stones are filled with tenderness. bravo. bravo. the stones are filled with air. the stones are watery branches.
I was alone with a chair on a plain Which lost itself in an empty horizon. The plain was flawlessly paved.
daß ich als ich ein und zwei ist daß ich als ich drei und vier ist
1 die rosen werden an die hüte gekreuzigt, die lippen der rosen fliegen fort.
1. weh unser guter kaspar ist tot wer trägt nun die brennende fahne im zopf wer dreht die
1 Ich bin der große Derdiedas das rigorose Regiment der Ozonstengel prima Qua
I was alone with a chair on a plain
Which lost itself in an empty horizon.
The plain was flawlessly paved.
Nothing, absolutely nothing but the chair and I
The sky was forever blue,
No sun gave life to it.