A sudden cacophony thrust from the drone of Eastern European derivative art movements in 1915, causing the volatile art world of that time to investigate who was creating the latest fuss. They discovered a former Figurist, former Cubist, former Futurist son of a Ukrainian sugar beet chemist. This young artist stepped out of the Russian Realist/Futurist muddle as a fully-formed non-objective Suprematist with an encrypted, seemingly impenetrable visual language. There was something there, no doubt about it, but the intellect behind the images seemed either massive, or maybe it was a fragile construction assembled through osmosis? Many artists have fallen upon the works of philosophers in search of direction and from that assimilated wisdom wandered into an inspired style patched together from accumulated epiphanies. Kasimir Malevich was one of the latter. It was the suddenness of his ascension to the godhead that set him apart. He did not evolve. He exploded onto the art scene.

      While abstract innovations such as Dada, Surrealism, Futurism, Cubism and Expressionism flourished in early twentieth century Western Europe and the United States, Suprematism had the misfortune to be created in the seething geopolitical cauldron of Eastern Europe. It was shaped as the Great War aligned East and West allies and empowered the power-thirsty have-nots who had been crushed beneath centuries-old Imperial regimes. Suprematism was revolutionary to a degree that it became counter-revolutionary the longer it persisted. Beneath the relentless ideology of Lenin and Stalin’s iron fists there was only room for one revolution at a time. Any expression that strayed from the Communist Party line became anti-patriotic. As the Western art establishment looked on, one by one the Suprematists winked out.

      Just as quickly as he had discovered this non-objective art form, Malevich abandoned it for five years of teaching and embracing the revolution. Feeling the heat of Stalin’s OGPU (Unified State Political Directorate) secret police on his trail, Malevich backdated new figurative works and took up his former style with variations in an attempt to survive, but he was a marked man. He could not hide what he had done from the great grinding Patriotic Socialist Realism machine that only permitted artwork that furthered the cause of Communism. By 1935 he succumbed to cancer, and died in obscurity. The world raced from the financial ruin of the Great Depression to the scourge of another World War.

      Fortunately, some of his works survived these decades of repression. A new generation can come to grips with them, bringing home-cooked interpretations, as did those in the past. While Suprematism is a footnote in the history of art, Kasimir Malevich deserves his place among the great artists. His abrupt lunge into non-objective expression sits comfortably alongside Piet Mondrian, Yves Tanguy, Paul Klee, Joan Miró, Clyfford Still, Vassily Kandinsky, László Moholy-Nagy and the flip-side of Jackson Pollock. He attempted to express the inexpressible, to make unique firings of internal synapses into shared moments of common recognition. He distilled his internal experience into the ultimate visual reduction based on a collection of philosophical constructs he embraced with religious fervour.

      As with the other great non-objective artists, there lingers that great curiosity to peer behind the curtain and discover what made him tick. The life and times of Kasimir Malevich produced a marvellous up-thrust in the evolutionary flow of art history. His great contribution to non-objective art was preceded by a body of evolutionary works in Post-Impressionist, Fauvist, Cubist and Futurist styles that revealed his search for a personal vision, and was followed by an equally revealing collection of figural paintings that demonstrated vitality in the face of repression. Even though the resulting tidal wave set loose by his Suprematism eventually eroded down to a ripple, it produced a curiosity requiring an excavation of many philosophical concepts to interpret. Above all, Malevich had the courage and stamina to pursue his creation in a dangerous climate for innovation or radical ideas.

      Today, we have a greater understanding of Kasimir Malevich as he existed, a captive of his time and place. The opacity of his personal philosophy has left behind a variety of equally valid interpretations, but all his interpreters agree that he was a genius. Malevich is worth our admiration and our respect.

      I. Youth and the Steppes

      Township, c. 1908. Gouache, Indian ink and paper glued on cardboard, 17.5 × 17 cm.

      Museum of Fine Arts A. N. Radiscev, Saratov.

      He walked next to the wagon in boots that came almost to his knees. He was a sturdy boy with a dark complexion beneath a shock of dark brown hair and dressed in the colours of the earth except for a red waistcoat picked out in his mother’s embroidery. When he travelled with his mother and father, the family should not look like field mujiks but like people of quality. They earned with their brains not their backs in keeping with his father’s work, a skilled chemist and quality supervisor at the next sugar beet mill and the one after that and the one after that. This was their life and the wagon was part of it. His mother, Liudvika (Liudviga) and his siblings travelled with his father, Severyn Malevich. That was the Ukrainian spelling of their names. The boy was named Kazymir. They were Poles descended from refugees who fled across the border from Poland to Ukraine when the Russians crushed the Polish rebellion in 1862. Their names had been the softer sounding Sewerin and Ludwika Malewicz.

      Early on, home for Kazymir – later Kasimir in Anglicized Russian spelling – was the house of his aunt and godmother, Maria Orzechchowska, at 13 Kostiolna Street in the Zhytomyr district of the Volyn Province. He was born on February 11, 1878 and he was baptized in Kiev’s Roman Catholic parish church. He was the eldest son of fourteen children born to this couple (nine would reach maturity) who counted their lineage from respected and lettered pre-revolution Polish nobles. A search of Kiev’s Catholic cathedral records and the dusty archives kept by the Zhytomyr district reveals that Kasimir’s pedigree was splendid, with coats-of-arms

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