Exhibition

Being Marcel Bascoulard

11 Dec 2021 – 22 Jan 2022

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Monday
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Tuesday
10:00 – 18:00
Wednesday
10:00 – 18:00
Thursday
10:00 – 18:00
Friday
10:00 – 18:00
Saturday
10:00 – 18:00
Sunday
10:00 – 18:00

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Andrew Edlin Gallery is pleased to present the first New York solo exhibition of French artist Marcel Bascoulard (1913-1978), featuring a series of photographic self-portraits created over the course of three decades.

About

A painter, poet, designer, photographer and illustrator, Bascoulard inhabited an idiosyncratic universe of his own making. Though he left behind a diverse body of work, the photographs he took of himself dressed in elaborate feminine attire are the most intriguing, mysterious, and well-known.

Marcel Bascoulard’s life was filled with paradoxes. A recluse, he knew everyone in town. A vagrant, he was rumored to have a small fortune. A withdrawn figure, he remained informed on current events, purchasing magazines each morning from his neighborhood newsstand. A quiet man, he taught himself five languages.

Born in a village near Bourges, a small town in central France, Bascoulard displayed extraordinary draftsmanship from an early age. A reserved student, he possessed an incredible visual memory and was capable of recreating maps of France, Africa and Asia with acute precision. He held a deep fascination with trains, and hoped to one day become an engineer. But after graduating from middle school at age seventeen, he opted for the solitary life of an ascetic, living on the outskirts of town in a makeshift home made from the remnants of an abandoned truck with his art as his only possession.

Starting in the 1930s, Bascoulard sold and bartered landscape paintings and drawings of the monuments and medieval streets of Bourges to locals. Using simple materials, mostly ink, colored pencil and pastel that he would smudge with his fingers on recycled paper, his conventional souvenir pictures are near-photographic representations. He often traded these works for food and milk for his rescued cats, which often appeared in his drawings and photographs. While his drawings were accepted by the bourgeois townspeople, the same cannot be said of his photography.

Bascoulard photographed himself beginning in 1942 until his death in 1978 and brought to his efforts the same scrupulous dedication and discipline evident in his drawings. He sometimes photographed himself as an over-the-top derelict in rags with a scruffy beard (an accurate depiction of his everyday garb), but images of him in feminine attire predominate. His early 1940s photographs capture a performative period in which he appeared in traditional nineteenth-century women’s fashion, and used a photographic studio and dramatic camera angles. By the 1950s, he began posing in a consistent style, eye-level to the camera with spare, less theatrical backgrounds.

He designed his own dresses and costumes for the sessions, and often strolled through town in these getups. His appearance did not go unnoticed. During the German occupation, he was detained by Nazi officers for crossdressing, and in 1952, a French police report states that he was arrested for walking the streets in “the wrong kind of clothing.” Nevertheless, Bascoulard persisted, asserting in the report: “If I walk around in a feminine attire, it is that I find this more aesthetically pleasing. For the necessities of art, when I put on a feminine attire, I take with me a camera and have portraits done of myself by acquaintances.”

He carefully dated and signed each negative, occasionally adding text to the back of a print. In a curious and humorous example, Bascoulard writes on the back of a print from the 1940s, “les zinbécils son fortcontan deu montret leur tête parthou,” a French play on words that translates to “the idiots are quite happy to show their faces everywhere.”

Attempts to understand Bascoulard’s psychological motivations focus on the traumatic event in his family: When he was 19, his mother killed his father. She would spend the rest of her life in a psychiatric institution in town. Yet his images suggest little motherly aura, nor do they appear sexual. They capture the essence of an eccentric, self-assured individual who unabashedly inhabits his own world, following his own rules.

In 1978, Marcel Bascoulard was murdered outside of his makeshift home by juvenile delinquents who believed he had a stash of money hidden among his belongings. Though he had been considered something of a pariah during his lifetime, a vast number of Bourges’s residents attended his funeral. Later, a monument was erected and a square named in his honor.
 

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