It is all one to me if people are pleased and relieved to discover in these innocent adventures of my relatives the enigma of my pictures. ⊠I am not joking. If my art played no part in my familyâs life, their lives and their achievements greatly influenced my art.
What was at the root of his early paintings were small life experiences, experiences in and around the home, in daily activities, in the synagogue, in prayers â especially on holidays:
Behind my back, they are beginning the payer and my grandfather is asked to intone it before the altar. He prays, he sings, he repeats himself melodiously and begins over again. ⊠And when he weeps, I remember my unsuccessful sketch [of him] and think: Will I be a great artist?6
Marcâs talents were initially not limited to painting or sketching. One of his teachers in school was also a cantor and he took singing lessons from him. âWhy did I sing? Where did I learn that the voice is used not only for shouting and for quarreling with oneâs sisters?â He agreed to become a helper to the cantor and on holy days, in the synagogue, they would sing together. So he thought, âI will be a cantor, a singer. Iâll go to the Conservatory.â But in the neighborhood there was also a violinist who, in the evening, would give lessons. So he thought: âMaybe I shall be a violinist; I shall go to the Conservatory.â Occasionally, some of his relatives and neighbors would invite him to dance with his sister â which he liked. So he thought again: âI will be a dancer. I will go to ⊠I donât know where.â In addition, he had literary talents. In fact, night and day he wrote verses, and people seemed to like them. So, I thought: âI will be a poet; I will go to ⊠I no longer know where to let myself go.â As one can see, Marc from his early years on was a composite person with many talents, worthy of pursuit. As it happened, a signal of his future direction came to him in the form of a placard saying âPenneâs School of Paintingâ â a signal he decided to follow.7
The time at Penneâs (Yehuda Pennâs) art school was difficult but not humanly unrewarding. As Marc writes in his memoir: âI like Penne. I see his wavering silhouette. Often when I think of the deserted streets of my town, I see him now here, now there.â Next to Marc, the school included such future artists as El Lissitzky and Ossip Zadkine. However, after a few years of schooling, he realized that the place â concentrating on portrait painting â did not suit his ambitions, so he left (in 1906). During the last year at the school, Marc befriended a fellow student, Victor Mekler, the son of a Jewish industrialist, who âintroduced him to a sophisticated circle of friendsâ made up mainly of children of professionals and merchants. Among this circle was Greta (later Bella) Rosenfeld, the daughter of a local jeweler. Following a brief courtship, Marc and Bella were engaged in Vitebsk. As he writes in his memoir:
My fiancĂ©eâs family argued about me, but morning and night, she brought to my studio sweet cakes from her house, broiled fish, boiled milk, all sorts of decorative materials. I had only to open my bedroom window, and blue air, love and flowers, entered with her. Dressed all in white or all in black, she seemed to float over my canvasses for a long time, guiding my art.8