Rare drawings depict horrors of D-Day landing
Widow discovered artist’s hidden trove of wartime sketches
“Images of Normandy Beach”
A series of pictures created by a Newark-born artist, Ugo Giannini, and loaned to The United Jewish Communities of MetroWest New Jersey by his widow, Maxine Yellin Giannini.
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Maxine Giannini examines her late husband’s sketches of the Normandy invasion, June 1945.
Photo by Robert Wiener
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What: “Normandy Beach,” an exhibit of the sketches of the D-Day Invasion and other works by artist Ugo Giannini
When: Through March 5; Monday-Friday, 9 a.m.-5 p.m., Sundays, 9 a.m.-noon.
Where: Gaelen Gallery West, Aidekman campus, Whippany.
Admission: Free.
Contact: Barbara Wind, director, Holocaust Council of MetroWest, 973-929-6066
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February 17, 2010
An exhibit of original sketches from the D-Day invasion of Normandy, some drawn on the spot by a Newark-born American soldier, are now on display in a unique exhibit at Gaelen Gallery West on the Aidekman Jewish Community Campus in Whippany.
The battlefield art — accompanied by abstract works also created by the late Ugo Giannini — are on loan to the Holocaust Council of MetroWest from his widow, Maxine Yellin Giannini, who lives in West Orange.
Along with the 27 sketches on display are a number of abstract pastel drawings that Giannini created.
As she walked proudly and wistfully through the exhibit of her late husband’s artwork on Feb. 12, Yellin Giannini explained that he was in one of the first waves of American troops to land on Omaha Beach in June 1944.
“He took a tablet of paper and some crayons and water colors, and he would draw whenever he could,” she said. “When he got to the beach that morning it was a disaster. In the first 10 minutes, out of 37 men in his platoon, six were left. He took shelter in a bomb crater and sketched the only known contemporaneous sketches of the invasion.”
The drawings on display include a self-portrait of the artist in a bomb crater, seeking shelter from Nazi bombardment, and a depiction of American soldiers rounding up German prisoners of war.
Years later, using pastels, Giannini would recreate those memories as abstract drawings. One, Requiem for the Fallen, represents the blood of Omaha Beach, with a nail forming the symbol of crucifixion driven into one of the obstacles on the sand. The artist saw war “as a crucifixion of man,” said Yellin Giannini.
Although he was born Catholic and she was born Jewish, Yellin Giannini said, “we were soul mates. We were both spiritual, but not religious. But he was still haunted by the image of the cross, and architecturally, visually, the shape was fascinating to him and represented the cruelty, the evil, in the heart of man. That broke his heart,” she said.
Between the exhibit’s official opening on Feb. 14 and its close on March 5, the artwork will stand as stark representation of the close link between the Allied victory in World War II and the end of the Nazi Holocaust.
“The Holocaust was a war within the framework of the Second World War,” explained council director Barbara Wind, and the one war where Hitler actually succeeded. “Without the Americans and the Brits coming in, the war could easily have turned the other way, and the Jews remaining in Europe would have been totally annihilated.”
Giannini was among the many American GIs who spoke very little in the years following the war about the horrors they had witnessed. “They tried to forget about it,” said Yellin Giannini. “Almost to a man they were silent about the war.”
She had seen some of her husband’s artwork over the years, she said, but did not grasp its meaning.
In the early ’90s, when Giannini was suffering from pulmonary fibrosis, he told his wife that when he died, she should wait six months before going into his studio. “He said it would be too upsetting for me,” she said.
He died in January of 1993 at age 74, and she obeyed his wishes. When she did enter his workspace in June of that year, she discovered a treasure trove of his art, much of it representing the nightmare images born of the combat he had seen decades earlier.
The last of his works she found was “H-Hour,” which, she said, “completely stunned me. It is totally symbolic and represents the obstacles on the beach that the American forces had to overcome.”
The artist’s widow said the works on display on the Aidekman campus are the crowning achievements of a man considered a “child prodigy.” He studied at the Newark School of Fine and Industrial Arts before the outbreak of World War II, when he was drafted to serve in the Military Police.
Following the war, Giannini went to Paris to study under the GI Bill with famed Cubist painter Fernand Léger. A year later he returned to the United States, began teaching art at Caldwell College, and married Maxine Yellin in 1955.
Her discovery of his hidden treasures has turned Giannini’s widow — a music teacher and classical pianist — into what she calls an “accidental historian” who is now well-versed in the battles of World War II.
“I think I was fated to find these works and bring them forward because they are profound works of an artist and meant to be seen. Without D-Day and men like Ugo, things would still be pretty terrible in Europe,” she said.
The exhibition is made possible through the generosity of the Darivoff Family Foundation.
‘A horrible rejoicing’
Apart from his gifts as a visual artist, Ugo Giannini was a talented writer.
At the official opening of the exhibit of his work on Feb. 14, his widow, Maxine Yellin Giannini, shared some of his writings.
Standing before a podium in the Gaelen Gallery West in Whippany, she read excerpts from letters he wrote to friends and family.
Some came from his training days in England before D-Day on June 6, 1944, others were written in the days and weeks after he landed on Omaha Beach as part of the invasion.
Some excerpts:
“There a few things a diary can contain that I cannot insert in my letter to you. These things will be with me in a part of my memory I wish to destroy. I will not talk of them, since the idea of their existence even now is unreal with horror.”
“It was not fear that prevailed, but a resigned waiting for the moment that would leave one crushed and limp. There would not be an escape, but there was at least until today.”
“I’ve struggled to keep from floundering in the cesspool of this mob existence or modal concentration camp. It’s not easy devoid of intellectual pursuits, devoid of culture and the things to me which were life. To keep from sinking below the level of decency and transcend the vast vacuum which would absorb all intellectual thought.”
“Contemplating the thought that someday this madness will be a thing of the past is a strange thought. For in the memory of some, it will never die, and I confess personally I view with a feeling of uncertainty that civilian life can never be returning. Too much has happened to ignore its influence on the future, and I do not understand the ceremony of drums and flags and parades as indicative of anything but a horrible rejoicing where there should be mourning.”
As she introduced Maxine Giannini, Barbara Wind, director of the Holocaust Council of MetroWest, reminded a conference room filed with World War II veterans and Holocaust survivors that “Hitler had two wars going — the war to conquer Europe and the war against the Jews. Thank God he didn’t conquer Europe. He came pretty close to it. But he did a pretty good job on the second front, unfortunately, and that is a loss we will never get over — not in the Jewish community and not in the world.”
— ROBERT WIENER





Comments
Marilyn Pinaud
June 06, 2010
Please forward this note to Maxine. Mr. G started at Caldwell the same year as the class of ‘69. We are majors loved him and came back to visit when we could. We have shared many stories of him over the years and I am now looking at a painting I did in his class and remember resisting his need for me to add red to the painting (I didn’t but compromised with a bit of pink in the sky. Mr. G and Sister G educated and inspired many artists! So glad Mary Ann DeFranco Evans found this story and passed it on to me.
Marilyn Pinaud