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Speech in hon­our of Felic­i­tas Baumeister’s 80th birth­day

Dear Ms. Baumeis­ter,
Dear Ladies and Gen­tle­men.

Two images, black-and-white pho­tographs, pre­sum­ably tak­en in the late spring or ear­ly sum­mer of 1955. In one of the pho­tos, her father is stand­ing in front of her; her sis­ter beside her. He is plant­ed there solid­ly, sta­bly, legs apart, almost immov­able, hands in his trouser pock­ets. He is ignor­ing the cam­era, star­ing past it to a dis­tant point on his stu­dio floor. Her sis­ter, left leg angled play­ful­ly, is look­ing at her father with a slight smile. Her hands are placed behind her back, and she is wear­ing an ele­gant out­fit, with pearls around her neck. She is taller than her younger sib­ling who is stand­ing in the mid­dle of the trio: Felic­i­tas. She is the only one look­ing past her father to make eye con­tact with the pho­tog­ra­ph­er and thus the view­er. One sees a sen­si­tive young face with an alert gaze, a del­i­cate, fash­ion­ably clothed fig­ure with a slight­ly sporty look.

The sec­ond shot must have been tak­en short­ly before or there­after: Felic­i­tas is stand­ing alone in front of her father’s wall of pic­tures, wear­ing the same clothes, in almost the same stance, only now her gaze is turned away to the dis­tance. It looks as if her slim fig­ure is cast­ing a slight shad­ow on one of her father’s pic­tures, pre­sum­ably “Relief Alt-Rosa” (Relief on Antique Pink) – almost as if her sil­hou­ette were blend­ing with the motif and she were grow­ing into life from the Baumeis­ter world of shapes. As if some­how she were emerg­ing from the mono­chrome relief back­ground, or dis­ap­pear­ing into it. Immers­ing with­in it.

Two pho­tographs. There isn’t much more to find when you look for traces of Felic­i­tas Baumeis­ter. There are no pub­li­ca­tions about her, no essays, no infor­ma­tion on the Inter­net; mere­ly a few press releas­es. Only these two images can be found on the Willi Baumeis­ter home­page, both tak­en in the year that Felic­i­tas Baumeis­ter’s life was about to change. But here, in these cap­tured moments, she does­n’t know that yet. She has just passed her jour­ney­man’s exam­i­na­tion in dress­mak­ing at the renowned fash­ion salon Karg in Stuttgart, which her father is proud about, and where she meets her future hus­band Roland Karg. Four years pre­vi­ous­ly – hav­ing com­plet­ed her stud­ies at the Hölder­lin Gram­mar School for Girls – she had been to Paris to explore the fash­ion scene, after which she attend­ed the Wom­en’s Tech­ni­cal Col­lege. Fash­ion: it was sup­posed to become her world. She also loves to draw and take pho­tographs. But on 31 August 1955, Willi Baumeis­ter dies and every­thing changes for her moth­er Mar­garete Baumeis­ter, and for daugh­ters Krista and Felic­i­tas.

If you talk to Felic­i­tas Baumeis­ter today, an unbe­liev­able 58 years lat­er, about this moment in her life, her lips form some of the words that recur time and again, albeit in dif­fer­ent shapes and vari­a­tions: nat­u­ral­ly, self-evi­dent, nec­es­sary, a mat­ter of course. She has, she says, devot­ed her whole heart to the pur­pose. This is a fun­da­men­tal atti­tude in the fam­i­ly. And even the way she says it is so… self-evi­dent.

She sits oppo­site me in jeans and a chic tunic, her father’s pic­tures once again on the wall behind her, and even now she looks at you with those alert sparkling eyes (you can’t see that they’re blue in the pho­to). She smiles, open­ly, gen­tly, nat­u­ral­ly; she is approach­able and above all so unbe­liev­ably young. The pur­pose to which she has devot­ed all her heart since 1955 is the cura­tion of her father’s estate, Willi Baumeis­ter. Here in this Muse­um, in this cir­cle of friends and acquain­tances, this is well known. But where else in the art world could you find some­one who has been able to pre­serve work, rep­u­ta­tion and renown amongst the pub­lic, the col­lec­tors, cura­tors, muse­ums, gallery own­ers, traders, sci­en­tists and artists with­out scan­dal or strife, with­out con­tro­ver­sy or doubt at the high­est lev­el for many years, decades even; has put heart and soul into keep­ing the lega­cy alive, yet still remain in the back­ground? At the very least since the death of her sis­ter Krista Gut­brod in 1995, such a fate has lain main­ly in Felic­i­tas’ hands and in those of her nephew Jochen Gut­brod. For me, the clever­est move in all her very lev­el-head­ed and astute deal­ings was to trans­fer the pri­vate­ly-owned archive to the Stuttgart Muse­um of Art on per­ma­nent loan in 2005. Both gen­er­ous and far-sight­ed. But more of that lat­er.

Per­haps her actions spring from an atti­tude that Willi Baumeis­ter describes in his the­o­ret­i­cal work “Das Unbekan­nte in der Kun­st” (“The Unknown in Art”) quot­ing Goethe – in hind­sight he could almost have includ­ed it in his book espe­cial­ly for his daugh­ter:
Goethe to Eck­er­mann:
“My dear young friend,” said he, “I will con­fide to you some­thing which may help you on a great deal. My works can­not be pop­u­lar. He who thinks and strives to make them so is in error. They are not writ­ten for the mul­ti­tude, but only for indi­vid­u­als who desire some­thing con­ge­nial, and whose aims are like my own.”

Felic­i­tas Baumeis­ter (2nd from left) accom­pa­nied by Petra Olschows­ki (left), Jochen Gut­brod and Had­wig Goez.

For Felic­i­tas Baumeis­ter, then, it was nev­er about pop­u­lar­is­ing Willi Baumeis­ter’s work, but rather about draw­ing in those whose aims are ‘like her own’. She has nev­er sub­ject­ed her­self to mar­ket pres­sure, or the weight of the zeit­geist. Were there ever crises, I ask. Actu­al­ly no, she replies.

Many of you here today, ladies and gen­tle­men, already know the dates and facts. Even so, it is impor­tant to look back once more in order to trace the out­line of Felic­i­tas Baumeis­ter, per­haps with­in the great shad­ow cast by Willi Baumeis­ter him­self.

The entry in her father’s diary is suc­cinct: Wednes­day 26.4.1933, 4.30 am, a daugh­ter born. No com­pli­ca­tions. Moth­er doing well, child nor­mal. “Nor­mal” at this time does­n’t say much. Only a few days pre­vi­ous­ly, Willi Baumeis­ter, Pro­fes­sor of Adver­tis­ing Art and Typog­ra­phy at the City Col­lege of Arts (Städelschule) in Frank­furt, had received a let­ter from the new direc­tor, inform­ing him that his ser­vices would no longer be required. The bleak years are fast approach­ing. Baumeis­ter is oblig­ed to clear his Frank­furt stu­dio and, on 7 April, takes his wife and four-year-old daugh­ter Krista to Stuttgart, to his moth­er-in-law’s and broth­er-in-law’s house in Gerokstraße. “What now?” — he asks in his diary.

19 days lat­er, his sec­ond daugh­ter comes into the world in the mid­dle of the Depres­sion Era, as Baumeis­ter writes to Schlem­mer. No income […] sit­u­a­tion poor, with few prospects. The child was to be called Felic­i­tas, hap­py for­tune.


Willi Baumeis­ter, con­sid­ered a “degen­er­ate artist” by the Nazi regime, ekes out a liv­ing for the fam­i­ly with typog­ra­phy assign­ments and projects for Kurt Her­berts, own­er of a paint fac­to­ry in Wup­per­tal. Felic­i­tas is a pupil at the Wagen­burgschule, but when the house in Gerokstraße becomes unin­hab­it­able dur­ing an air raid in 1943, the fam­i­ly moves to the Swabi­an Alps, to Urach, where Felic­i­tas attends first pri­ma­ry school and then sec­ondary school. As the front draws ever clos­er, the fam­i­ly seeks pro­tec­tion and asy­lum in a cave in the sur­round­ing area. Even­tu­al­ly, in East­er 1945, the fam­i­ly decides to flee: their des­ti­na­tion is the house of artist col­league Max Ack­er­mann and his wife Gertrud on the Höri penin­su­la at Lake Con­stance. This is where the Baumeis­ters see out the end of the war, and from where they trav­el back to Stuttgart in late August 1945, with six cas­es of pic­tures and the man­u­script “Das Unbekan­nte in der Kun­st” when it becomes clear that there are oppor­tu­ni­ties for Willi Baumeis­ter at the Stuttgart Acad­e­my of Art. In 1946 he becomes pro­fes­sor and “Das Unbekan­nte in der Kun­st” is pub­lished in 1947.

In the copy giv­en to his daugh­ter Felic­i­tas, he writes on 21 Novem­ber 1947:
“For my dear daugh­ter Felic­i­tas: adju­tant, sec­re­tary with the good mem­o­ry, find­er of lost and mis­placed notes, let­ters, keys, etc. Always ready to fold paper spills, light fires and occa­sion­al­ly issue a clear rebuke if the regime was in dan­ger. Par­tic­u­lar­ly mem­o­rable the Urach years, 1943, 44 and 45, when this piece was writ­ten at the four-sided table in the lit­tle liv­ing room. We saw all the sea­sons come and go. Despite the hor­rors sur­round­ing us, we nev­er lost courage […]”.

Did it also require courage to take over coor­di­nat­ing her father’s estate, and in doing so estab­lish the nec­es­sary con­di­tions for research­ing and pre­serv­ing the works of one of the most impor­tant Ger­man, indeed Euro­pean, artists of mod­ern times? Felic­i­tas Baumeis­ter con­sid­ers this only briefly, answers no; she, her moth­er and her sis­ter had pre­vi­ous­ly been famil­iar with his work. In the evenings, when he came out of his stu­dio, her father would often bring the day’s work with him and dis­cuss it with her moth­er, her­self orig­i­nal­ly an artist. From ear­ly on he had con­sis­tent­ly pho­tographed works and groups of works. And every year at New Year he would eval­u­ate the year’s out­put; judg­ing it, almost. Some file cards reveal the mark good for impor­tant works. His cri­te­ria: A pic­ture must haunt. He was con­vinced of the val­ue of his work (oth­er­wise it was destroyed), and he always allowed the fam­i­ly to be involved, says Felic­i­tas. She describes how the whole fam­i­ly stood togeth­er in tears one day when the col­lec­tor and doc­tor Ottomar Dom­nick pur­chased an impor­tant piece and it was tak­en out of the house.
Famil­ial rela­tions were lov­ing and agree­able; Felic­i­tas was very close to her sis­ter. The two daugh­ters were always of the same opin­ion when it came to ques­tions about their father’s works. The same goes for Kris­ta’s son Jochen Gut­brod today. This uni­ty always gave her secu­ri­ty, says Felic­i­tas. So too did her friends and advis­ers – back then peo­ple such as gallery own­er Her­bert Her­rmann, Baumeis­ter’s stu­dents or Will Grohmann, with whom she cre­at­ed the cat­a­logue raison­né – with an extra­or­di­nary basic con­cept, one might add: clas­si­fi­ca­tion by groups of works. If you ask Felic­i­tas today about the most impor­tant suc­cess­es, this is the first thing she men­tions. Many more sup­port­ers, friends and advis­ers also came along over the years.

Short­ly after pub­li­ca­tion of the cat­a­logue raison­né came the first big inter­na­tion­al appear­ance: hon­our­ing Baumeis­ter at the 30th Venice Bien­nale in 1960. When Felic­i­tas Baumeis­ter received hon­orary sen­a­tor­ship from the Stuttgart Acad­e­my of Art three years ago, Pro­fes­sor Hans Dieter Huber made par­tic­u­lar point of this in his speech: Felic­i­tas Baumeis­ter did not only feel respon­si­ble for pre­serv­ing her father’s lega­cy, but also dis­played fine cura­to­r­i­al skill and con­ser­va­tion­al sen­si­tiv­i­ty by mak­ing every effort to ensure that his pic­tures and draw­ings could be pre­sent­ed framed and in fault­less con­di­tion.

Felic­i­tas Baumeis­ter her­self says: The only thing we could do was exhi­bi­tions.
If you ask about her strengths, Felic­i­tas replies that she is both strong and guard­ed at the same time. One must­n’t for­get that she also cared for her sick moth­er. Mean­while, I had also been mar­ried for 20 years and worked a lot with my hus­band, she says, and laughs again.

For almost six­ty years, she has also ordered, sort­ed, described, eval­u­at­ed, archived, tran­scribed, exhib­it­ed, con­veyed, pub­li­cised, curat­ed, list­ed and much more. Nev­er los­ing sight of the whole. More impor­tant­ly, she has anchored her father’s work in the mod­ern his­to­ry of art and kept inter­est in it alive in the younger gen­er­a­tion. This too she con­sid­ers mere­ly nat­ur­al, but one need only look at the dis­putes sur­round­ing the case of Baumeis­ter’s friend Oskar Schlem­mer to know that it isn’t. Clev­er­ly, she has sought a net­work of part­ners – not only here in this region, but also nation­al­ly and inter­na­tion­al­ly. For exam­ple, I would like to men­tion the three-part exhi­bi­tion to cel­e­brate the 100th birth­day of Willi Baumeis­ter in Stuttgart and at the Nation­al Gallery in Berlin, as well as ret­ro­spec­tive exhi­bi­tions in Madrid and Munich in 2003/04.

The next project is the pub­li­ca­tion of Willi Baumeis­ter’s let­ters and edit­ing his diaries; Felic­i­tas would love to the­ma­tise the ten­nis play­er motif in the work. Cur­rent­ly, she is busy prepar­ing for the exhi­bi­tion “Willi Baumeis­ter Inter­na­tion­al”, which is open­ing here at the Muse­um of Art in Octo­ber 2013. For the new research gen­er­a­tion wish­ing to focus on Willi Baumeis­ter, she has – togeth­er with Had­wig Goez, among oth­ers, who as a per­ma­nent staff mem­ber has played a key role in archive work since 2000 – trans­ferred the Baumeis­ter archive to the Muse­um of Art and thus suc­ceed­ed where many cura­tors have failed: she has shared the archive and made it pub­li­cal­ly acces­si­ble. Her trust in the future, and in future gen­er­a­tions, is immense.

And what of Felic­i­tas her­self? She still has a fair few projects in mind, she says. One would expect noth­ing less. She would have liked to try her hand at design­ing glass win­dows, actu­al­ly, but she’s putting it off for when she’s between 90 and 100. In between her con­tin­ued work in cat­a­logu­ing the estate, there is still just about time for Sun­day strolls on Wan­gener Höhe, for her inter­est in archae­ol­o­gy, for her com­mit­ment to the Stuttgart Acad­e­my of Art (for which I am par­tic­u­lar­ly grate­ful) and for the city of Stuttgart itself, with its cul­tur­al and archi­tec­tur­al her­itage. Some­how, no one real­ly believes in the year off that Felic­i­tas wants to take after the exhi­bi­tion at the Muse­um of Art. She is too keen to do so much more. Like using her excel­lent mem­o­ry, for exam­ple, to ‘ensure knowl­edge’, as she puts it.

Before leav­ing the par­adise on Gerokstraße this after­noon, I ask about her favourite pic­tures. Felic­i­tas goes to the Willi Baumeis­ter room with all his lit­tle gems and great rich­es, his unique finds, archae­o­log­i­cal trea­sures, masks, col­lect­ed pages from esteemed artist col­leagues, draw­ings and pic­tures. She paus­es before two paint­ings from the series Wach­s­tums­bilder (Pic­tures of Growth). Here the light sur­face is grad­u­al­ly placed on the dark back­ground, so that the out­lines are only deter­mined right at the end… I think that’s real­ly impor­tant. It’s quite unique – in the effect, in the move­ment, she explains.

I think about the out­line of the young woman stand­ing in front her father’s pic­tures. The dark shapes of the Pic­tures of Growth series whir past in the almost white space, chas­ing each oth­er, fly­ing, float­ing, pul­sat­ing… And she is stand­ing before them. Calm and clear-sight­ed. Felic­i­tas: the adju­tant, the hap­py for­tune.

By Petra Olschows­ki,
Stuttgart Muse­um of Art, 19 July 2013