The name of Pasternak inevitably conjures visions of Doctor Zhivago. But Boris was not the only distinguished member of the clan: his father Leonid (1862 – 1945) was one of the outstanding Russian painters of his generation.
So one might expect to find a Leonid Pasternak Museum somewhere in Russia. But oddly enough he is relatively little known in Odessa where he was born, or Moscow where he lived and worked for 40 years. On the other hand, he is well on the way to becoming famous in Oxford, where the Pasternak Trust has just opened a museum devoted to him and his work, and a retrospective of his paintings is due to open at the Ashmolean on June 22.
From this you might guess that Pasternak’s reputation was the victim of his self-imposed exile. The truth is that his career falls awkwardly aslant the major movements of 20th-century art, and the lack of a secure national base merely complicates things.
From the start painting was his consuming passion. But he was pushed by his parents to study medicine and law before launching himself definitively on the art world. This he did in his mid-twenties, when his monumental painting A Letter from Home was bought by Pavel Tretiakov for the Tretiakov Gallery. He began exhibiting regularly with the Wanderers group of painters, who were starting to tinge solid academic realism with lessons learnt from Impressionism. He was soon well established – friend of Tolstoy, faculty member of the Moscow School of Painting, founder of the Union of Russian Artists, widely exhibited at home and abroad.
But the Revolution brought problems. Though politically respectable he was out of sympathy with the new wave of young revolutionary artists who dominated the early years of Soviet rule. In 1921 he moved to Berlin with most of his family, leaving his two elder sons, Boris and Alexander, behind in Russia.
Berlin was comfortable for a while, but when the Nazis came to power it became less and less suitable as a base for a Russian-Jewish painter. He planned to return to Moscow, but his wife’s death changed his mind, and instead he moved to Oxford, where he lived for the rest of his life. Hence the museum in his house in North Oxford.
In several uncanny ways Pasternak’s life parallels that of Kandinsky: just four years younger, Kandinsky was also brought up in Odessa, also qualified as a lawyer and also lived in Germany until Nazi rule drove him out; he died, less than a year earlier, in France. But Kandinsky’s reputation has not suffered the same eclipse. He started painting later than Pasternak, spent much more time abroad, and belonged more prominently to the broad stream of international 20th-century modernism. Pasternak was conservative and always remained close to his artistic origins.
Now that we are “posterity”, we are in a good position to ignore the quirks of fashion. The permanent display in the Pasternak Trust museum, occupying galleries on three floors of a spacious Victorian crescent house, offers a fine conspectus of the painter’s career, especially the earlier, Russian portion of it – the first 60 years of his life. Pasternak was a master of two things that are often thought to be mutually exclusive: precise academic draughtsmanship, very evident in the portrait drawings of his children and immediate circle, and an atmospheric representation of light and colour in the open air.
Sometimes it is the brilliant sunshine in which a snowy Kremlin is bathed, sometimes the delicate effect of moonlight on southern seas. But always there is subtle light and shade. If Pasternak seemed dreadfully old-fashioned to the Young Turks of 1917, he can now be seen as one of the great Impressionists…
The Pasternak Trust, Oxford (01865 515994) is open from 2 pm to 4 pm on the first Sunday of every month, and by appointment. It will have a special Open Day on June 22, to coincide with the opening of the Pasternak show at the Ashmolean and the publication of Leonid Pasternak: The Russian Years, by Rimgaila Salys, a two-volume catalogue raisonne.