Today Ernst Fuchs lives and works in Monte Carlo.
If you never heared about him - it's a bit complish to explain who is this Ernst Fuchs, because he is known as a painter, a draftsman, a printmaker, and also sculptor, architect, stage designer composer, poet and singer... plus he is the one of the founders of the Vienna School of Fantastic Realism... defenately a noticeable person. I was trying to write about him just couple of lines, but I didn't sucsess to make my text short - his figure is too colorful. So I devided it into separate post - still very briefly but better then nothing.
His figure is odd: bright and odious simultaneously. Formally being a half-jew, Ernst was born at the "wrong time" (1930) in "wrong" family. His father - Maximilian Fuchs defiantly escaped from the strict rules of orthodox Jews, but later he was driven to escape to Shanghai, being persecuted as a Jew. Yes, life is full of paradoxes. Ernst was converted to Roman Catholicism twice - first time his Christian mother baptized him during the WWII in order to save him from being sent to a concentration camp. He was looking like an orthodoxal Jew, but behaving like a pure Christian.
Fuchs received a fundamental education in Academy of Fine Arts in Vienna, but he also studied the symbolism of the alchemists and read Jung's "Alchemy and Psychology"; he used countless Number of different techniques and genres, creating, talking, writing, singing and socialising. Nowadays his abnormal scattering between genres may seem alike insecurity, but wide vision was quite normal for educated man of his time. After the war Fuchs lived mostly in Paris, knew bad times and good times, travelled a lot and became really famous with wave of art movement of Fantastic Realism.
In the 60-ies Fuchs returned to Vienna, and further was thriving: opened the gallery where selling his sculptures, showed in numerous international solo exhibitions, wrote philosophical essays and poems, creates for theater and film, etc. Among other things, he buys a villa Wagner (Otto Wagner, architect) and completely reconstruct and renew it. I have never seen anywhere else such a vast amount of eclectic decoration and of the fest of the bad taste. It's Fuchs Museum there now and it's open for public. I went there to see the Wagner's villa and was completely not prepared to see the kingdom of Fuchs instead. If you are intrigued by his oddious figure - take a look on this villa.
Ernst Fuchs is a living legend, it said he is "regarded as one of the today’s foremost artists". Honestly, I feel a bit uncomfortable about my arrogance to consider his museum awful. Who am I to judge? Different art styles supposed to have the right to live, aren't they?