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The constructivists and the Russian revolution in art and achitecture

The 'Russian avant garde' created the 20th-century's most intensive art and architectural movement. Its paintings survive, but its buildings rot

The "Russian avant garde", it's usually called, though the artists themselves didn't use the term; they were known as the futurists, then productivists, and most consistently, constructivists. Even the "Russian" is a misnomer – the individuals in question were frequently Ukrainian, Latvian, Belarussian, Georgian. "Soviet" doesn't quite work either, as they emerged slightly before the October revolution, out of the futurist cafés and cabarets of the mid-1910s.

What they created was probably the most intensive and creative art and architectural movement of the 20th century, a sourcebook so copious that there's scarcely any movement since that wasn't anticipated by something tried and discarded between 1915 and 1935 – from abstraction, pop art, op art, minimalism, abstract expressionism, the graphic style of punk and post-punk, to brutalism, postmodernism, hi-tech and deconstructivism. But the people making this work largely didn't consider themselves to be artists; they even used the term as an insult. They wanted to destroy art altogether, not as a sulky nihilistic gesture, but because they thought they'd created something better to put in its place. They are currently almost ubiquitous, but they nearly disappeared from the historical record – something almost accidentally documented in the Royal Academy show Building the Revolution: Soviet Art and Architecture, 1915-35.

The bulk of the artworks in the show come from the collection of George Costakis, a Greek diplomat resident in Moscow from the 1940s until the 1980s. He created what has been called a "futurist ark", buying up drawings, paintings and sketches by artists who were dead, discredited, forgotten, prohibited, or who had moved on to the very different "socialist realism" prescribed from the 1930s onwards. Until Costakis's collection went public, there was only a vague idea that something extraordinary had happened in the former Russian empire – perhaps a couple of mentions of Kasimir Malevich or Alexander Rodchenko, usually in connection with the German artists they had inspired.

Costakis's work was aided from the 1970s on by the archaeological research of the Soviet historian Selim Khan-Magomedov and the late English architectural writer Catherine Cooke; it's no exaggeration to say that without this small group of people, the current prominence of the "Russian avant garde", which has featured in seemingly dozens of exhibitions on the heroic era of modernism over the last decade, would have been impossible. This is at least in part because it was equally useless to both sides in the cold war. For the west, with its CIA-sponsored abstract expressionism, the claim that Bolshevism led inevitably to the suppression of individual creativity was hard to square with this unprecedented visual flowering; while the Soviet bloc still clearly felt there was something dubiously Trotskyite about these internationalist, cosmopolitan art movements.

In Building the Revolution's catalogue, an essay by Jean-Louis Cohen outlines the close connections these artists and architects had with various western trends, from the Bauhaus to Le Corbusier, who was invited to Moscow to design a gargantuan office block for the Union of Co-operatives, which is still standing. No doubt this counted against them when the Soviet Union took a sharp rightwards turn towards nationalism and autarchy in the 1930s. Yet there's often a tendency to act as if the constructivists were themselves "western" in the cold war sense – that they were typical creative types who couldn't be encompassed into the "system". To paraphrase the title of a book on architect Konstantin Melnikov, they were "solo architects in a mass society", alternately either naive aesthetes or individualists who wouldn't bend to serve the new masters, whose suppression by the monolithic state was inevitable. This conception of the heroic subversive artist was one rejected by the constructivists throughout their existence, so it's an enduring irony that it is so often applied to them.

In the early days of the revolution, especially during the civil war of 1918-21, the futurists decorated the public spaces where the new power was promulgated and celebrated – the painter Nathan Altman created a temporary futuristic redesign of the Palace Square in St Petersburg, architect Nikolai Kolli symbolised the struggle with a public sculpture of a red wedge breaking a white block, while in the small provincial town of Vitebsk, the Unovis group maintained a constant barrage of quasi-abstract propaganda. The last is best represented in the exhibition by El Lissitzky's 1919 Rosa Luxemburg, a monument to the murdered communist leader in the form of polygonal forms flying around a central red circle. The futurists' paper Art of the Commune had direct state support, and though the leadership were ambivalent – Lenin was baffled and irritated by the futurists, Trotsky critically sympathetic – there was no suggestion of their being suppressed.

At every step, the artists developed their art specifically according to how useful it might be for socialism. In the early 1920s they staged an exhibition of the "First Working Group of Constructivists". A well-known photograph of this show features a series of seemingly abstract sculptures, often considered a precursor to later "kinetic art". The constructivists themselves considered this work as a precursor to going into the factories and producing useful objects, which some of them soon did, with mixed results. The intention was to move from the utopian to the quotidian (and back) – after designing the famous Monument to the Third International (a model of which sits in the grounds of Burlington House for the duration of the exhibition) sailor and Bolshevik supporter Vladimir Tatlin's next utopian project was designing a more functional stove.

Much of the Costakis collection dates from the early 1920s, when the new state was recovering from a vicious civil war, an international blockade and foreign military intervention, and facing total economic collapse. The proletariat that had participated in the revolution had been effectively wiped out, with the cities emptying and the heavy industry of St Petersburg destroyed; one delegate at a Bolshevik conference sarcastically congratulated the party on being the vanguard of a non-existent class.

Their only solution to rejuvenate the economy was to encourage small-time traders and the peasants who made up 80% of the population; the constructivists had other ideas. The drawings we see in the exhibition express the desire for a totally urban and industrialised landscape – skyscrapers, giant machine halls, mechanised bodies. Even the abstract art, the non-objective "suprematism" pioneered by the young propagandists of Vitebsk, often evokes the rectilinear precision of engineering drawings as much as it does the free play of the imagination. This was at least on some level a collective fantasy of efficiency, a dream of industry, in a country whose already fragile toehold in the 20th century had just been forcibly rescinded. When this work met western eyes, from the 1922 Russische Ausstellung in Berlin onwards, it was interpreted by people who found the industrial landscape familiar and normal. They missed the element of dreaming – but then the Soviets were often in equally furious denial of that themselves.

The manifestos of the new industrial artists, like Alexei Gan's Constructivism or Nikolai Tarabukin's From the Easel to the Machine, were unromantic, utilitarian. The flourishing of creativity happened because each competing faction of the avant garde was utterly committed and fanatical, not because of anything-goes pluralism. The most radical conceived of art as something that must abolish itself in order to become truly useful to the new society they fervently believed was being built. There wouldn't be "artists" in the old sense anymore – the Moscow art school Vkhutemas aimed instead at educating a polymathic engineer-artist-sociologist. The first casualty was painting, and the notion of the exhibition in museum or gallery, where connoisseurs drift around a collection of individual, unreproducible art works. Former painters delved into textile design, photography, book design and, most of all, architecture.

The Costakis collection shows the temporary propaganda kiosks by the Latvian Bolshevik Gustav Klutsis that were the result of this impulse. The second part of the exhibition shows the real buildings that came later, in the second half of the 1920s. The documentation here comes from two sources. One is the Moscow Shchusev Museum of Architecture's collection of historical photographs; the other is English photographer Richard Pare's archive of contemporary captures of these buildings in a usually parlous state, previously collected in his excellent 2008 book The Lost Vanguard. What these two collections have in common is their reminder of the circumstances and context of the period, something too often lost when we gaze longingly at the utopian blueprint.

In the Shchusev collection's image of the 1926 headquarters for the Soviet newspaper Izvestia, you can see the old Russia that the Bolsheviks feared would overwhelm them crowding round the building, hostile – the clean lines abutted by squat Tsarist pallazos, crenellations and Orthodox domes. Look at Pare's photographs of the same landscapes and you find that old Russia won that battle. Buildings that purport to be steel turn out to be straw; precise little machines for living in are dwarfed by Stalin's gothic skyscrapers and their ultra-kitsch post-Soviet imitations; advertising is ruthless and ubiquitous, covering every available surface. The depth of their defeat is measured here. In art, the avant garde survives; in everyday life, across the Russian Federation and the Commonwealth of Independent States, its works rot.

Given the political defeat of all that its members believed in, they would perhaps have preferred their utopian buildings not to survive. What is unavoidable in any close examination of the constructivists was just how passionately and sincerely they believed in the communist project. They often faced a similar fate to other true believers in the 1930s – Alexei Gan and Gustav Klutsis were among the "purged". Perhaps the fascination that the 1920s still retains, however dimly we perceive it in such different circumstances, is the promise of another communism, unlike the one that committed suicide in 1989 – a communism of colour, democracy and optimism rather than a monochrome despotism; an analogue to the recent return of interest in the aesthetics of social democracy, whether council housing or the BBC Radiophonic Workshop. That's as maybe. What is certain is that the constructivists would not have thanked us for our wistful, apolitical interest.


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Los Angeles: art’s brave new world

Hats off to the city that launched Andy Warhol, spawned Ed Ruscha and now boasts Frank Gehry's most beautiful building

Los Angeles. The first thing you notice is the light: it's like walking into a David Hockney painting.

But the work of art that makes the most poetic use of the silver and blue optical clarity of Californian sunshine is Frank Gehry's Walt Disney Concert Hall in downtown LA. The way the curved sails of shining metal that shape this beautiful building glitter against the sky is a glimpse of paradise in the middle of the city. Gehry is a truly great architect and this public monument is his masterpiece – an even lighter and more dynamic creation than his Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao. Or perhaps it is simply that California is the true home of his art. His concave and convex, hard-yet-yielding forms seem to belong here, to blow in the breeze like the sails of the Beach Boys' Sloop John B.

LA is not a city with a reputation for a developed public life. It's more famous for car culture than for ... culture, and more renowned for strip malls than civic piazzas. Yet Gehry's generous civic building, loved by locals, could give London some lessons in architecture, with a heart and soul that pour life into a city, instead of sucking it out. Yes, I am once again referring to the Shard. Why is London letting an oversize tower wreck its skyline for no good reason, while here in LA an infinitely more imaginative contemporary building performs a creative instead of destructive role in community life?

The Walt Disney Concert Hall is a classic of modern architecture, a building that proves the social and cultural value of poetry, personal expression and beauty. Architecture does not have to be a corporate trashing of the common life. It can save the world, in the hands of a genius like Gehry.

Another genius who has been captivating me in LA is Ed Ruscha. Ever since the 1960s, Ruscha has created art with such indefinable cool that categorising it as pop, or conceptualism – or anything except a deeply brilliant triumph of precision and impersonal style – seems clumsy. He is the west coast's Warhol, the Gerhard Richter of the Pacific. I saw a painting by him yesterday called Annie, Poured in Maple Syrup. It was painted in 1966. The bold letters of the name Annie do indeed seem to be written in gooey syrup – yet the infantilist, supersweet lettering is painted with meticulous conviction in oil on canvas. I find this both a hilarious and eerie work. It seems to do everything pop art ever wanted to do, but better.

Well, not better than Warhol. There is a powerful display at Moca of his soup-can paintings, a reconstruction of the exhibition at the Ferus Gallery, LA, in 1962 when these irresistible paintings were first shown to the world. Warhol made a road trip across America to exhibit in LA. It was the city that gave him his first solo show – an exhibit purely of soup cans, painted as icons. The show was supported by film star Dennis Hopper among others. In LA, Warhol must have felt like he was coming home.


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Gothic: a thoroughly modern art form

From Venice's spooky pavilions to the ICA's talks on terror, the shadows of this 18th-century art form are creeping up everywhere

Gothic is the original modern art style. In 18th-century Britain, a market was born in both fiction and art – including printed, popular art by the likes of Hogarth and Gillray, and one of the strangest fruits of this new consumable middle-class culture was a vogue for medievalist horror. From novels such as The Monk to whimsical architectural creations such as Sir John Soane's Museum, the gothic revelled in the macabre, delighted in the depraved, and (here lies its modernity) treated art itself as a kind of fictional construct, a labyrinthine realm of mental play.

The quintessential gothic creation is, for me, the Monk's Parlour in Soane's Museum, where eerie filtered light, sepulchral shadows and a skull create the perfect mood for reading tales of terror. Here reading is imagined as an escape, and the architecture mirrors the liberty of the reader: by implication, a perfect library might be full of rooms designed for different genres of fiction (a Jane Austen room, done out like a Bath drawing room, perhaps?).

Gothic, which in the 18th-century was so self-conscious, and so liberating for the modern mind (it is no coincidence that it was contemporary with the French Revolution), is being revived again in art. If you look around the best art of today, exquisite gothic shadows are everywhere. One of the most memorable moments in Mike Nelson's fantastic warren of invented rooms at the 54th Venice Biennale is when you climb a rickety staircase into a low domed chamber pervaded by yellow light: this spooky glow is created by a coloured skylight, and the effect is identical to the way Soane used such colour filters in his otherworldly museum-house and his Dulwich mausoleum.

Nelson's use of fictional architecture to tell stories and beguile the imagination is pure Soanean gothic. Yet Nelson is not the only gothic artist in Venice. The German Pavilion is as scary as hell, with its perverse paraphernalia of religion turned bad and an artist who knew he was dying when he took on the commission, and as for a man who is a human candle ... how gothic is that?

The ICA, as it happens, is exploring the new gothic in art and culture in a weekend of talks and events called Template for Terror. I will be in a panel discussion about gothic art there on Sunday, and if I were not already convinced that an 18th-century notion offers insights into the art of today, Mike Nelson's weird light makes it seem that gothic is indeed the art term of the moment.


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Constructive criticism: the week in architecture

A classicist has his say in Banksy's Tunnel, Ofcom wobbles the Shard's 'tallest' status and Scotland neglects Mackintosh

Francis Terry, the classicist architect famed for country houses, surprised me this week by sending me a video about Banksy's Tunnel and what he has done to it. This made me think about the architecture of the unexpected: the way architecture and buildings can take us by surprise.

Banksy's Tunnel is the stretch of Leake Street that passes under London's Waterloo station. With a benign eye from the authorities, Banksy and other graffiti artists have had a field day here over three years. There is something truly subversive in what Terry has done: painted a classical facade on part of the tunnel wall. Here is classical order among punky chaos, although Terry has been doubly clever in working his design up in a style that is close enough to graffiti to be witty, yet refined enough to be architectural.

So, unexpectedly, the most provocative mural now in Banksy's Tunnel is not some wild-style slashing design, but Terry's classical confection. Banksy has said: "I've always felt anyone with a paint can should have as much say in how our cities look as architects ..." And yet here is an architect with a paint can having his say on what Banksy has to say.

The Chartered Institute of Building, meanwhile, is planning to surprise us with new displays of art on the hoardings of building sites throughout Britain. The idea is to put up hoardings around sites that might be enjoyable, provocative, intriguing and unexpected. As building sites can linger around for a long time, making them into something special seems good urban manners. There is just time to enter their competition. While there is nothing new in decorative hoardings, it's fascinating to see the building industry working with artists and photographers, whether established or hopeful, on a national canvas.

There's also just time to get tickets for the talks coming up in June by two architects of the unexpected. Since 1971, LA-based Morphosis architects have designed some of the boldest buildings in the US. Sometimes they remind you of the kind of thing Roger Dean used to paint for Yes album covers. Next month Thom Mayne, founding partner of Morphosis (and, says the Royal Academy of Arts, "a polemicist whose ideas as well as his architecture are constantly provocative"), is giving this year's RA annual lecture.

And then there's Ken Yeang, who is giving RIBA's 'annual discourse', next month in London. Over the past three decades, Yeang has worked hard to make tall buildings "green", subverting many of the conventions of modern design. His most innovative buildings appear to take their cue as much from trees as concrete and steel structures.

Meanwhile Ofcom, the British communications quango, unexpectedly entered the architectural fray with a claim that Renzo Piano's Shard will not be the country's tallest building when completed next year. Ofcom cites as a rival Emley Moor, the broadcasting tower near Leeds that soars 330.4m into the skies. Designed and engineered by Arup and opened in 1971, the tapering concrete tower shouldn't really be compared to the Shard. This is because the top 55m of Emley Moor is an antenna, leaving the "building" element of the structure just 275m high compared to the Shard's 310m. But Ofcom's intervention in the seemingly eternal competition over tallest buildings proves this one will run and run. Or rise and rise.

But perhaps what comes as the biggest surprise this week is the claim from the Charles Rennie Mackintosh Society that no fewer than five of the great Scot's buildings are in a state of disrepair. These are Hill House, Willow Team Rooms, Scotland Street School, Martyrs School and Queen Margaret Medical College. It does seem odd that the heritage of Scotland's most famous architect is so poorly served. If anything were to happen to a Mackintosh building, neither Banksy nor Francis Terry could make good the loss – no matter how many paint cans they were clutching.


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Republican art rules OK

The royal wedding will showcase Westminster Abbey, but it is under republics, not monarchies, that artists flourish the most

The cultural heritage of the British monarchy is about to go on display all over the world as screens glow with the architectural and sculptural grandeur of Westminster Abbey. Founded in the 10th century, loaded with new marvels down the ages of which the most sublime is surely the chapel of Henry VII with its filigree fan vaulting, this royal abbey church is the best example anyone could ever adduce to support the contention that British culture is profoundly beholden to and involved in the regal tradition.

But in the history of European art, monarchy cannot claim all the masterpieces. On the contrary, republics and republicans have created some of the most dynamic and brilliant works of art of all time.

There's a clue to this fact in Westminster Abbey itself, in the Chapel of Henry VII. The setting is medieval in flavour and very English. But the tomb has putti that visibly come from Italy: it was created by the sculptor Pietro Torrigiano, who came to London from Florence. In fact, Torrigiano was trained in sculpture alongside Michelangelo, and broke his famous rival's nose in a teenaged fight. In 16th-century Italy, he was notorious as the thug who disfigured Michelangelo. In Tudor Britain he was valued as someone who could give it a taste of the most modern, dynamic culture in Europe.

So the British royal family imported Italian Renaissance art to Westminster Abbey. But the civilisation of the Italian Renaissance that it coveted was, however, obsessed with republicanism. The Renaissance started in cities that freed themselves from outside rule in the middle ages. The ideal these cities believed in was republican self-rule. In practice, most of them fell prey to despots – but the most brilliant tried to be republics. Venice ruled itself as a republic until the age of Napoleon, and its art, from Tintoretto's Paradise in the Doge's Palace to Giovanni Bellini's portrait of Doge Leonardo Loredan in the National Gallery, is profoundly coloured by the unique cultural politics of the Most Serene Republic.

Florence, where Torrigiano came from, had a much less stable history. Where Venetian republicanism endured the centuries, the politics of Florence were bloody. The Medici family established de facto rule over the Republic, but they were deposed in 1494, violently restored nearly two decades later, and overthrown again in 1527 only to crush their enemies with tens of thousands of deaths in the Siege of Florence in 1529-30.

It is the history of Florence that should give cultural conservatives pause for thought. In Florence, from Donatello's Judith right through to Michelangelo's David, the most influential masterpieces of the Renaissance expressed the ideal of republican citizenship. Not only that: after the Medici finally defeated this ideal and became quasi-monarchical dukes, art in the city went into decline. The later Medici let their city become an artistic backwater compared with its great days. The city's artistic fire died with the Republic.

Artistic revolution happens in republics, you could reasonably conclude. The greatest artists flourish in free states far from the corruption of kings.

Meanwhile in Britain, the monarchical tradition has survived longer and more floridly than most other places. It is also a fact that of all the grandest European cultures we have the weakest tradition of visual art. In France, the Revolution inspired David. In Spain, the republican cause in the Civil War moved Picasso. Art does not flourish in monarchies, or to put it another way, in Italy they had republican ideals and they produced Donatello, Titian, the Renaissance. In Britain we've had thousands of years of hereditary monarchy and (since the Abbey) what has that produced? The souvenir mug.


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Leo Steinberg obituary

Art historian and critic known for his elegant investigations of Renaissance paintings

Leo Steinberg, who has died aged 90, was one of the most brilliant and original art historians of his generation. He wrote as persuasively about the great Renaissance masters as he did about Jasper Johns and Robert Rauschenberg. His best-known work was The Sexuality of Christ in Renaissance Art and in Modern Oblivion (1983).

I was lucky enough to meet Leo in 1955, and over the decades we continued to see each other – in New York, where he lived for most of his adult life, or on his visits to London. He was impatient of small talk or gossip; conversation was always about particular works of art, which he would discuss intensely. What he said was charged with a sense that art was of overwhelming importance: "anything anyone can do, painting does better".

That passionate involvement with a specific work, and the intelligence which fed it, made him not only an engrossing interlocutor but also a dazzling lecturer (at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, in New York, tickets for his lectures sold out on the day they went on sale). He was invited to deliver the prestigious Mellon lectures at the National Gallery in Washington DC (1982) and the Charles Eliot Norton lectures at Harvard University (1995-96).

He was a devoted teacher, concerned about his students, whose careers he followed. From 1961 to 1975, he was professor of art history at Hunter College, in New York, and then moved to the University of Pennsylvania, where he was Benjamin Franklin professor until his retirement in 1991.

Though firmly identified with the New York art scene, Leo was born in Moscow, where his father, Isaac, a distinguished lawyer, was briefly Lenin's minister of justice. Isaac's radical views (he wanted to shut down all prisons) soon led to his dismissal and emigration to Berlin after threats of assassination.

Leo's childhood in Berlin left him with a barely noticeable German inflection to the otherwise impeccable English formed in his adolescence, since the arrival of the Nazis forced another displacement – to London. There, he finished his schooling and studied sculpture at the Slade. He moved to New York with his family soon after the end of the second world war.

In New York, he worked as a freelance writer and translator, studied philosophy and taught life drawing at Parsons school of art. He embarked on a doctoral thesis at the Institute of Fine Arts at New York University. His study of the diminutive and intricate Roman baroque church of San Carlo alle Quattro Fontane, designed by Francesco Borromini, set out the formal devices employed by the architect to engage the passerby's unsuspecting attention.

While working on his thesis, Leo published criticism in arts magazines and became the most articulate spokesman of the rising New York School of painters. His early advocacy of Rauschenberg and Johns was committed but jargon-free, and he was one of the few critic-historians whose essays were eagerly read by artists for their clarity and elegance. His criticism was collected in a book of essays, Other Criteria: Confrontations with 20th-Century Art, in 1972.

But for all this involvement, he was not really acquisitive and lived rather frugally. In 2002, he donated his collection of 3,200 prints (mostly from the 16th and 17th centuries, but also works by Picasso and Matisse) to the museum of art at the University of Texas in Austin. In 1986 he was awarded a MacArthur fellowship (known as the "genius" grant).

He continued to be prolific, writing with equal enthusiasm about Pontormo and Picasso. The examination of a work was never approached on merely formal terms – although he was a painstaking analyst, always meticulous in his attention to detail, to the way brushwork was used to fragment or to mould space; he would even investigate the implications of words pasted on the printed scraps of collages (treated as abstract patterns by most art historians) in his search for clues to the artist's intention.

Leo was impatient with any criticism which merely analysed the object presented to the spectator, since what really interested him was why the artist had wanted to do it in the first place. This is the key to The Sexuality of Christ in Renaissance Art and in Modern Oblivion. The book is concerned with what Leo termed "ostentatio genitalium", the display of the genitals which often figured in devotional paintings or engravings of the Renaissance and which had been "tactfully overlooked for half a millennium". He argued that the prominence of Christ's genitals was a presentation of incarnational theology explicit in the sermons and pious literature of the time, in which the blood shed at the circumcision is considered the first offering of the redemptive sacrifice.

It was the embodying of an idea which historians, oscillating between prudishness and pornography, found embarrassing or far-fetched. The book was received with bemused deference at the time; however, it has recently been reprinted with an account of the controversy and has transformed our understanding of Renaissance art, while his reading was confirmed in an appendix to the book by the Jesuit theologian John O'Malley.

Michelangelo and Leonardo da Vinci were the artists who preoccupied him in his later years; Michelangelo's sculpture of the naked Christ in the church of Santa Maria sopra Minerva in Rome, to which the church added a loincloth, was one of the key works discussed in The Sexuality.

His book Michelangelo's Last Paintings, on the frescoes of the Conversion of St Paul and the Crucifixion of St Peter in the Cappella Paolina, in the Vatican, appeared in 1975. In 2001, he published Leonardo's Incessant Last Supper, a subtle re-examination of the most famous of Renaissance frescoes, in which he pointed to the combining of the forewarning of betrayal and the institution of the Eucharist which followed it.

When I visited him last year – we both knew we might not meet again – he dismissed the matter of his health in the first few minutes, but for an hour and a half we talked of Michelangelo's Doni Tondo, a circular painting of the holy family, in the Uffizi, Florence. We discussed the affectionate embrace of the figures, and the naked youths who people its background. He was writing an extended essay on the painting and thought that he would leave it unfinished, a fragment.

Leo married Dorothy Seiberling in 1962; the marriage ended in divorce. For more than 40 years, he was much helped by a devoted assistant, Sheila Schwartz. He is survived by his nephews and nieces.

• Zalman Lev ("Leo") Steinberg, art historian, born 9 July 1920; died 13 March 2011

• This article was amended on 13 April 2011. The original stated that Leo Steinberg had also been married to Phoebe Lloyd, and that he was helped by Sheila Schwartz 'in his later years'. These points have been corrected.


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Turner Contemporary gallery – in pictures

Photographer Richard Bryant gives us a preview of David Chipperfield's new Turner Contemporary gallery in Margate, Kent


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Peter Thursby obituary

British sculptor of works ranging in scale from the monumental to the domestic

The sculptor Peter Thursby, who has died aged 80, produced his first work in the wake of the second world war, a time when new and brutal abstract art came into being, challenging the semi-abstract and the figurative. His early sculptures were hard and aggressive, with form sacrificed to surface qualities. In time a more human modernism took over. His work ranged in scale from the architectural and monumental to small pieces for domestic interiors. He worked with a range of materials, from cast concrete, stone and slate to bronze, stainless steel, aluminium and silver.

His father was an army officer, and Peter had a rather military bearing himself. His handshake was firm, and his manners and his attire (when not in the studio) were both impeccable. He was born in Salisbury, Wiltshire, and his childhood was spent in Jamaica. Back in England, he attended Bishop Wordsworth's school in Salisbury. The author William Golding was his English teacher, and Peter remembered Golding provoking his pupils into "thinking" – something that was not normally on the curriculum.

After doing his national service, he began to study art at St Paul's College of Education in Cheltenham (now Gloucestershire University). He then studied with Paul Feiler and Ernest Pascoe at the West of England College of Art. Attending their life classes honed his natural drawing skills and laid down the ideas which informed his first sculptures.

At Exeter College of Art and Design (1954-60), the teacher Edward Atkinson stimulated Peter's interest in sculpture. Throughout the 1950s Peter's output was almost exclusively in the form of paintings. By 1957 his canvases had become not only richly textural, but also fully abstract. His small series of red, black and grey paintings entitled Metal Objects in Space was praised in La Revue Moderne. His switch to sculpture was marked with early success when, in 1962, he won first prize in an exhibition held in Gloucester entitled 19 Young Sculptors.

Referencing the human form, Peter's early totemic sculptures were dark, coruscating pieces. These evolved into winged creatures thrusting into space. Marjorie Parr bought one winged creature at his solo exhibition at Plymouth Art Gallery in 1964, and he showed regularly at the Parr gallery. Gradually his organic sculptures became subsumed by the mechanical. New bronze table-sculptures took on a resemblance to assemblages of engine parts. Not all of his audience was convinced, although Eduardo Chillada, Eduardo Paolozzi and César Baldaccini were also engaged in making sculpture from reclaimed materials.

Peter made a number of tensile, poised aluminium sculptures, their linear forms in tune with new modernist architecture. They foreshadowed Peter's large public sculptures of the 1980s. Cast in bronze by the Morris Singer Foundry, these monumental works, weighing up to three tonnes, were erected in the US, Germany and the UK. Water was brought in to flow over many of them, creating movement, light reflection and sound.

Peter was not averse to semi-figurative work if he felt the subject called for it. Such was the case for his 1970s Podmen sculptures and his later Sarum series and Flight series. Intrigued by satellites and space travel, he produced a number of ringed and domed sculptures in the 1970s and 1980s, works which both reflected and refracted light. He also made a successful Tower series in which sculpture becomes architecture.

A good communicator, he gave generously of his time to art education and arts organisations, including the Royal West of England Academy, of which he was president for five years (1995-2000). In 1995 he received an honorary doctorate from the University of the West of England, Bristol.

I first met Peter when working on his biography with Simon Olding. For me, his Optimism series from the 1990s (one of which is now in the Queen's collection) came to epitomise him. His optimism was a paramount energising force, along with his deep Christian faith, and both helped him to create a body of work that is recognised as a significant contribution to 20th-century sculpture.

He is survived by his wife, Maureen, whom he married in 1956.

• Peter Lionel Thursby, sculptor, 23 December 1930; died 6 January 2011


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Is it possible to like royalty and be a republican? | Jonathan Jones

The monarchy has shaped much of our culture – and some of our greatest art – so give the royals their due. Just think of Holbein

Hans Holbein's daunting portrait of Henry VIII, with the wraith-like figure of his father pale beside him, is surely the greatest work of art in the National Portrait Gallery. It is a colossal drawing, rather than a painting: part of the final preparatory drawing or "cartoon" for a mural of the Tudor dynasty that Henry commissioned for his palace of Whitehall. The mural was destroyed, along with the palace, centuries ago – but Holbein's portrait of the wide-chested king with his porcine pommel of a head, copied many times including in a fine painting in the Walker Art Gallery, Liverpool, has defined the image of the ambitious, talented, ultimately tyrannical Henry VIII since.

It is one of the oldest works in the National Portrait Gallery, as well as the finest, and it makes a fitting introduction to a museum that is full of royal faces. Holbein's works for the Tudor court are unquestionably among the best works of art ever drawn or painted in Britain. Since the Renaissance the idea of fine art and the cult of monarchy have mingled in our national imagination.

Looking at works by Holbein on the same weekend that Ed Miliband denounced the idea of strikes on the royal wedding day this spring, I got to thinking. How as a self-styled republican ought I to mark that day – and is there any point in resisting it?

So much of our culture down the centuries has been shaped by royal patronage, and this is not all sentimental patriotic tosh – it includes the genius of Holbein. Royal palaces and chapels enshrine a lot of our greatest decorative art and architecture. Does all that mean anything? Well, put it another way. Can you tell a dissident cultural history of Britain in which radical and anti-monarchist artists subverted the royalist aesthetic establishment?

If you did, it would leave out Westminster Abbey as well as Holbein. Politics needs ritual, and art thrives on such ritual. Are the rituals of British royalty so bad? Is it really possible to have a coherent image of our culture that excludes all that royal jazz?

It probably sounds as if I am saying that just because the British monarchy was associated with great art in the past, republicans should give in to its charms. Well, part of me suspects this may be a reasonable argument. Tradition is part of the fabric of human culture and healthy societies.

Miliband is right to avoid the trap of politicising the wedding. In reality, the culture of monarchy in Britain is temperate, open, even empty – which means it can be used by modern people for what it is, a right royal entertainment, that happens to connect us for a moment with a history that includes Holbein's Tudor court.


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Dulwich Picture Gallery’s gothic birth

The exhibition celebrating Sir John Soane's grandest monument matches deathly obsession with romantic ambition, mirroring the intellectual world in which the gallery was created 200 years ago

Dulwich Picture Gallery is 200 years old, and it could hardly have picked a better way to celebrate its history than its exhibition of Salvator Rosa, which I will be reviewing shortly. It has also rehung its collection, moved its shop, and generally spruced up its already beautiful space – while in the grounds, a new abstract sculpture by Peter Randall-Page has been commissioned by the Art Fund to mark the bicentenary. This zen-like form on the lawn is engraved with interfolding patterns, taken from the frieze on the exterior of Sir John Soane's neoclassical building, which, like the collection it houses, dates from the early 1800s, the age of Napoleon. In paying homage to the distinctive architecture of Soane, the Art Fund reminds us that this is one of the oldest purpose-built museums in the world. And in fact, the Salvator Rosa show also takes us back to Soane.

John Soane is one of Britain's greatest architects, a radical visionary who belongs in the company of Hawksmoor and Pugin. His house at Lincoln's Inn Fields, created as both a dwelling and a museum, is rightly one of London's best-loved artistic attractions. But Soane's grandest monument is Dulwich Picture Gallery, and its most captivating corner is the mausoleum he built right at the heart of what is now the gallery's temporary exhibition space, illuminated by tinted glass, transporting you into a Georgian gothic novel.

Salvator Rosa was huge in the age when Soane was building Dulwich. This Italian landscape painter was avidly collected by English art lovers and his images were seen as the essence of the spooky. Eighteenth-century British writers found inspiration in Rosa for their strangest invention, the gothic novel. Now, Soane was the architect of the gothic: he himself saw the analogy between his buildings and the gothic novel, and his house-museum has a "monk's parlour" designed as the perfect setting to read such stories, complete with skull on the table.

In the Rosa show at Dulwich, you contemplate the very paintings that so excited 18th-century and Regency novelists: the original landscapes of horror. Then, at the heart of the exhibition, you come across Soane's ghostly mausoleum, and the dark images of Rosa connect up with the sublime ambitions of this museum's architect. It is a terrific moment of living, or dying, history, as the intellectual world that created this gallery two centuries ago rushes into your imagination.


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