‘Black Suns’ at Louvre Lens: Coal mines transformed into gift shops
The touristy slag heaps of Lens. | Le Petit Poucet via Twitter

Lens, a small town, but a highly important one in the industrial era of the late 19th century, located in the former French-Belgian coal belt, is now the home of the Louvre satellite museum Louvre-Lens and the site of the first major post-COVID lockdown exhibition in France and perhaps the first in the world. Soleils Noirs, Black Suns traces artists’ use of the color black and cannot but help to also recall the spell black, in the form of coal—visible in two pyramidal slag heaps just outside the town and able to be seen from all parts of it—has cast over a city which has now transformed itself from a coal-exporting to a tourist region.

This transformation from a productive to a symbolic economy is all the more startling because Lens was at the heart of a Franco-Belgian region that was in the late 1800s the industrial capital of the world, outdoing even northern England, the center of industry in the earlier part of the century. It was near here that Émile Zola came to do his research for Germinal, his seminal work on a strike in a coal mine.

Louvre Lens: Corporate glass in a verdant park

The last of the mines closed in 1968, at the beginning of the Western transformation from an industrial to a service economy as European jobs started to shift overseas or to Eastern Europe. Today Louvre visitors eat lunch outside on the covered-over entrance to mine shaft number 9. The Louvre Lens building itself, in the center of a verdant park that was constructed over the mining grounds, is a ’90s flat corporate glass structure by the Japanese firm SANAA, that seems to have been airlifted into Lens from some alien space. It’s the opposite of, say, Frank Gehry’s Bilbao museum, a fish-like structure that suggests that city’s historical relation to the sea. Here the museum design effaces history.

The town itself, besides being subjected to the environmental devastation of the coal economy, was also located in the center of the fighting in World War I. This second assault by capital on the working class wreaked more havoc on the town. Lens was utterly destroyed as a result and had to be rebuilt from scratch after the war.

A mini-tour which the city offers of the miner’s quarters situated near the entrance to the pit outlines the power structure of a mining town. The mine’s owner lived in the more cosmopolitan nearby city of Lille, comfortably sheltered from the heartbreak of the mine. The workers lived in mostly single-family units built by the mining company, which also ran the school their children attended where no doubt they were informed this was the best of all possible worlds. The place of honor and the larger homes in the town were occupied by the mine’s engineer, the mine’s police and security director, and the pastor, each concerned with maintaining order and profitability.

The workers’ cottages seemed ample. However, when one recalls that black lung disease claimed many of them at an early age, the neat, white swinging entrance doors are perhaps closer to an upright coffin, which echoes a clip in Black Soleils from F.W. Murnau’s Nosferatu in which the vampire’s exit through his castle door suggests an eerie tomb.

The lobby exhibit just before entering the exposition is another pyramidal pile of coal, but unlike the actual slag heaps just outside the city, this one is made of pieces of black confetti. It suggests the way the town, whose industry is now a combination of tourism, banking and sales, has transformed itself from the heaviness of actual coal into an economy that is lighter, airier but also, especially in these Corona times, more fragile. The Lens attempt at transformation is echoed in England in Liverpool’s and Manchester’s re-creation as arts centers, and in the U.S. by Pittsburgh’s never really completed changeover from coal and steel capital to an Eastern version of Silicon Valley.

The exhibit itself is a major examination of darkness and the thrill and energy it exerted in the history of art. To its credit, the exhibit also never strays far from the pall that black in the form of coal has cast over the town and that artists have represented.

Though not present in the exhibition, the originary guiding light of the figuration of not black but of the contrast between black and white, darkness and light, in highly distorted settings, is Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio, and his traces are everywhere in the show. Prior to Caravaggio’s early 17th-century chiaroscuro, there is Tintoretto’s 16th-century Renaissance portrait of a man holding a handkerchief, clothed almost entirely in the darkness of the Venetian nobility with the handkerchief being a single splotch of white. Piero della Francesca’s portrait of an Italian nobleman with brown skull cap which subtly takes on the black sheen of the background is outdone by Leonardo da Vinci’s startling figuration of another nobleman whose black bonnet blends utterly with the murky background in a way that suggests that regal bearing returning to primordial ooze.

There were Northern Caravaggistes, represented here in the Dutch Gerrit van Honthorst’s illumination of just the faces of what looks like Dutch merchants peering out of the darkness to torture Christ, not to mention Rembrandt’s etching of a white mass of figures wrenching Christ’s body down from the cross and out of the darkness.

The Spanish Caraviggistes are more bountifully represented with Jusepe de Ribera’s Plato holding a book of ideas, seeming to wrench light from the darkness, and with Murillo’s Christ chained to a column, with his gaunt body about to succumb to the shadows behind him. The most stunning Caravaggio-influenced paintings, though, are those by the French Théodule Ribot, more than 200 years later. His 1870 Good Samaritan shows nothing of the Samaritan of the Biblical story, instead focusing in the foreground on the twisted frame of a man beaten and robbed by thieves and in shadowy background the Pharisees, the religious zealots, passing him by. Ribot’s other work, which echoes Edgar Allen Poe’s The Raven, is the contorted corpse of Saint Vincent with a black bird perched on top cawing and eager to feast.

The Romantics are well represented in the exhibit in their combination of a welcoming of the mystery of the night and of the force of nature. Émile Breton’s Storm has four peasants as tiny specks on a landscape trying to make it to shelter to survive a monstrous wind that is tormenting and twisting the trees around them. Equally tumultuous is the landscape that Mephistopheles and Faust gallop across on their steeds in Delacroix’s lithograph that has the devil importuning the scholar as he invests him with the glamour and decadence of the night.

Mitchum’s murderous minister in ‘Night of the Hunter’

Just as stunning are three film clips that recall the Romantic era. Hitchcock’s opening of Rebecca has the innocent young bride in voiceover recounting her entry into the haunted estate, a bastion of male power, as the camera pans up a road covered with underbrush to alight on a dark and foreboding mansion. The evil and seduction of the night are also highlighted in the man’s midnight meeting with his mistress in Murnau’s Sunrise and the pursuit through a swamp of the children by Robert Mitchum’s rampaging murderous preacher in Charles Laughton’s Night of the Hunter, a film that laid bare the subconscious evil that was the underside of pristine corporate America in the 1950s.

Gustave Doré’s lambs lying down with the wolves

The symbolists of the 1880s and ’90s also embraced black and the night for its shimmery, translucent, ethereal qualities. Odilon Redon’s illustration of a combination of Poe’s poem The Raven and his short story Elenora has the woman and the bird appearing as if from beyond the grave with each shaded in black. Gustave Doré’s woodcutting The Wolf and the Lambs displays the penned-in creatures being eyed in the moonlight by a crew of hungry wolves in a night not only where all cows are black but where all lambs are eaten.

It is in the Realist and Impressionist era, though, that the night begins to take on the symbolic shadings of the weight of industrialism in the lives of the bourgeoisie and more pointedly on the mass of workers who suffered from it. Manet’s portrait of the future Impressionist painter Berthe Morisot in black dress has her gaunt fingers twisting around a fan as she stares pensively at the painter. More pointedly, Philippe-Auguste Jeanron’s 1833 A Paris Scene has three children crouched around a slumping father with a bandage in foreground as in the background a bourgeois couple stroll blithely across the same bridge. The father’s bandage represents the unsuccessful attempt at a Paris uprising in 1832 which the royalty and industrialists put down as they advanced their wealth.

In the same vein, in 20th-century photography, two photos by the aptly named Jean-Philippe Charbonnier (charbon is the French word for coal) capture in the 1950s first a little girl in the nearby mining center of Roubaix running though a mining tenement, her clothes taking on the omnipresent dark element of soot that is also captured in a second photo of a garment on a mining tenement clothesline. Near the end of the mining period, in 1960, a series of miner’s photos are highlighted by one of a stolid, unblinking face of a miner in whose gaze is captured both the pride of his work and the hardship it exacts on him.

Malevich’s ‘Cross’

Painting in the 20th century moves toward an embrace of the symbolic economy as representation gives way to abstraction. The Russian Suprematist Kasimir Malevich’s 1915 Cross is a huge, oversize, weighty black cross, almost tipping over on its white background. This is not pure abstraction though. The bulk and oppressive weight of the cross, with Russia at war with Germany on nearly the eve of the Russian Revolution, suggests not only the German military badge of honor the Iron Cross but also the pulverizing weight of the Orthodox Church in maintaining the Czar’s power as he sends his subjects off to die. The painting predicts both are about to collapse.

Finally, there is Ad Reinhardt’s Ultimate Painting from 1960, a black rectangle where one can only dimly perceive even different shades of black. This void is meant to signify the end of painting, though what it actually signifies, given its place at the beginning of the changeover in the West from an industrial to a service economy, is the dawn of a symbolic regime where finance and eventually virtual and digital capital will outpace industrial and productive capital. That is, capital itself is at the beginning of a movement toward a level of abstraction which Abstract Expressionists such as Reinhardt are representing.

This transformation is strikingly visible in the setting in which the painting is displayed, that is, in Lens’s transformation from mining to museum economy.


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Dennis Broe
Dennis Broe

Dennis Broe is a television, film, and culture critic. His criticism appears in Morning Star, People’s World; Culture Matters, Crime Fiction Lover, and is on the Pacifica Network in the U.S., and on Breaking Glass on Art District Radio in Paris. His books include Birth of the Binge: Serial TV and The End of Leisure and his novel Left of Eden about the Hollywood Blacklist. Broe taught in the Master’s Program in Film and Television Studies at the Sorbonne, Paris.

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