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Harvard Art Museum

Something is in the air – and I am not just referring to mobiles, although every museum I set foot in during a short trip to the East Coast seemed to have something floating about.


Philadelphia Museum of Art
MFA Boston

Rather, the air is suffused with a desire to take stock of periods of the past that just might inform us about how to handle the present, in our understanding of art history as well as that of our times. Two current exhibits are perfect examples of this: Inventur at the Harvard Art Museum in Cambridge, MA and Modern Times at the Philadelphia Museum of Art.

(All photographs are paired from the exhibits, Inventur in first position, followed by my best match from Modern Times.)

Wilhelm Rudolph Drawings of Dresden 1945-46/Diverse Industrial Scenes by Benton Murdock Spruance, Charles Turk, Jolan Gross Bettelheim, Ida Abelman mid 193os to 1943


Inventur (I) focusses on German art, while Modern Times (MT) covers the American departure into modernityThere are striking parallels of curatorial choices and artistic achievements in both of these exhibitions. They cover a limited period of time (1943 – 1955 for I, 1920s to the 1950s for MT,) display an incredible diversity of artists active during those periods, include painting, photography, collage and sculpture, and rely on core themes equally important for the artistic developments in both countries during the first half of the last century.

https://www.harvardartmuseums.org/visit/exhibitions/5388/inventurart-in-germany-194355

http://www.philamuseum.org/exhibitions/866.html?page=2

Harald Duve Carnival Feast 1952/George Biddle  Whopee at Sloppy Joes 1933

The mood, in turn, is strikingly different. And how could it not be? Modern Times reflects the optimism,  dynamism and daring of the American art scene of its epoch. Inventur, on the other hand, conveys the trauma, pain, but also resilience of German artists digging themselves, sometime literally, out of the rubble of the post-war years.

Karl Hofer Nights Of Ruins, 1947/ Kay Sage Tanguy Unicorns came down to the Sea 1948

Both exhibits make room for experimentation, architecture, urban scenery and the race towards industrialization.

Erwin Spuler Bombed out Buildings 1946-48/Arnold Rönnebeck Wall Street 1925

Both represent women artists, those known and those less familiar, including two of my favorite queens of subversion, Hannah Höch and Dorothea Tanning.

Hannah Höch Poetry around a Smokestack 1956/Dorothea Tanning Birthday 1942

As someone who grew up in Germany during the the latter years covered in Inventur, I felt a stronger pull to the themes of that show: the artistic reaction to the horrors, destruction, fear, disbelief and eventually hope of those living through the aftermath of the war in Germany.

The title of the exhibit (Taking Inventory) was borrowed from a 1945 poem by Günther Eich, which I am attaching in English translation. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/52394/inventory-56d230d30ccb8

This is a strange choice, to be frank. Eich, born in 1907, preached before the war that poets should not be political, and yet showed extreme conservative opinions in his scathing literary criticism of others. In 1933 he applied for membership in the NSDAP, but was rejected. He then produced some 160 radio plays that very much spoke to Nazi issues and values and were widely broadcast. After the war, he opportunistically claimed one had to be critical of the fallen regime – and went on to be a celebrated writer, winning honors ad awards, while considered by others to have been a Mitläufer, a Nazi hanger-on. To have this turn-coat’s poem spearhead an exhibit of true dissenters is puzzling, to say the least.The power of the exhibit has you forgive this, however.

The visual works take inventory, indeed. They depict the destroyed landscapes, the vagaries of every day life, the attempts to escape the post-war reality of hunger, illness and despair by either documenting the catastrophic conditions or escaping from them into fantasy worlds. There are also hints of the unquenchable desire to return to some kind of normalcy, to rebuild a sense of home and focus on things like modern furniture, car ownership and the like, to move forward.

Konrad Klapheck Typewriter 1955/Charles Sheeler Cactus 1931

 

The curators note that the exhibit conveys not just an artistic, but also a physical and moral stocktaking of artists who stayed – and were endangered – during the Nazi regime and the hard years that followed, with a Nazi-indoctrinated public and critics trying to suppress their work way into the 50ies. I completely agree – many of the paintings I saw were testimonials in the truest sense of a world destroyed by fascistic ideals and action – something worthwhile to remember here and now.

Modern Times, in contrast, leaves you buoyed with a sense of energy. Where the German art makes you hold your breath, the American exuberance makes your heart beat faster. Given the vast collection of the Philadelphia Museum of Art, it also allows glimpses of lesser known artists beyond the panoply of the famous cohort.

In the end both shows pull off something extremely valuable: they evoke feelings without giving in to  irritating pathos and they link to critical thoughts about our past without yielding to nostalgia.

If you happen to be traveling to Boston or Philadelphia in the near future, I recommend you make time for a visit.

 

Reversals

I’ll close this week on art tidbits with two items that might interest you.

One is an exhibit in NYC (friends there: you have exactly 2 days to catch this show at Bookstein Projects….) that focusses on how a deviation from a traditional art subject can make things more interesting. Reversing the trend, in some ways.

Artists Who Unlocked the Modernist Grid

As someone who uses lines and circles as geometric anchors a lot in my own work, the art in this exhibit was mind-opening. Grids have been a staple in modern art ever since the Russian painter Kazemir Malevich and of course Piet Mondrian established them ass anchors in their work. The link below gives a short and fascinating art-history overview of the grid’s evolution in contemporary painting.

https://www.artspace.com/magazine/art_101/art_market/how_the_grid_conquered_contemporary_art-51540

To see several blue chip artists finding creative ways to break the grid while still using its visual power just spoke to me. Here are some samples from the show.

The second item of some kind of reversal has to do with photography.

In the normal progression of things, you come to a moment that catches your attention and you try to preserve it with your photograph. In the – fun! – link below, the photographer in some ways reversed that sequence. He stood in place, waiting for the moment to come to him.

(If you open the link  you need to push the cursor a bit to the right to get to the photographs – at least that was the case on my computer)

http://www.jonathanhigbee.com/coincidences  

When I first saw these pictures I was was assuming that they were staged. No one would have so much luck chancing upon so many meaningfully matching constellations. But when I read that Higbee visits certain promising locations (advertisement posters etc.) several times a week, waiting for hours, sometimes across two months, it all made sense. Of course he has one of the most photogenic and variable populations at his disposal: the citizens of NYC.

But perhaps hanging out on the street corners of PDX might yield just as delightful results…..

Photographs are my own grids, caught here or there.

 

Too Late

If you and I had a bit of foresight, we would have gotten our yellow fever inoculation about 8 weeks ago. That way we could happily travel to Sao Paulo, Brazil, to attend this week’s most intriguing art fair: SP-Arte/2018. It started yesterday and lasts for 4 days, but the satellite shows in the local galleries, museums and collections are up for several months. Galleries, museums and cultural centers in São Paulo feature a wide variety of events including exhibition openings, institutional collection visits, panel discussions, book launches, performances and guided tours fostering a unique art immersion week.

It’s become one of these it occasions, where the rich, the famous, the wannabes and the hanger-ons all congregate, not to mention the dealers, the connoisseurs, the investors and the art students. (Yes, I am jealous that I can’t be there. And no, I’m not going to reveal into which of the above categories I might fall.)

SP-Arte is known for showing Latin-american artists that have otherwise little exposure, in addition to the many already famous. The two shows I’d be certain to catch are one by Franz Manata and Saulo Laudares, ‘After Nature’ and Paulo Nimer Pjota’s ‘Medley’. You’ll easily discern why these two are of interest to me.

Pjota first: He used to be a graffiti artist and has turned into an installation artist with a focus on painting. His work is full of socio-political commentary, he uses found or recycled objects to interact with his paintings, and he has a sense of humor that appeals to me.

http://paulopjota.com

He’s also not above milking the it crowd for their money; you can buy a small volume of photographs together with an XL tshirt and some decals representing his paintings for a mere 150 Euros…. between philosophy and crime, indeed. Making me smile.

Manata and Laudares, my second choice, will have a 20 year retrospective at the fair. They are true multimedia artists, who have an affinity for works including sounds, but add to that everything imaginable in the realm of installations. In 2008 in a work called After Nature they placed speakers in the trees of Brazilian parks which had been invaded by parakeets who drove out the indigenous population of song birds. The speakers played the songs of the latter, much to the pleasure of people visiting the parks – until they discovered that these were artificial sounds….

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5qVCdWbiWY0

Graffiti, birds, art, travel – why am I not in Sao Paulo as we speak????

Photomontages are my own after nature versions…. from an older series called Feux Follets.

Nimble Women in Miami

Riddle me that: what does nimble mean in the context of an art museum’s mission? 

I found this on the website of the Patricia and Phillip Frost Art Museum, since I was drawn to explore the current exhibition, Dangerous WomenThe  museum is associated with the Florida International University and housed in an interesting building  designed by Yann Weymouth who was the chief of design on the I.M. Pei Grand Louvre Project. With 46,000 square feet of energy efficient exhibition, storage, and programming space, the museum achieved LEED silver certification.

https://frost.fiu.edu/exhibitions/index.html

After getting over my surprise that they mix nouns, verbs and adjectives in their value statement, and list them in no particular context and/or order, I was left with the real puzzle what is the value of nimble and how would an academic institution pursue it? Did they perhaps mean risk taking, as in showing controversial work? Or does it mean they are aware of current public taste and nimbly trying to accommodate it? Whatever – the current show is perhaps nimble in its title but less so in its contents.

The dangerous women in the show are all biblical characters, as painted by 16th and 17th century artists. Described variously in the exhibit introduction as purveyors of sin, harlots or hussies, or deadly temptresses and seductresses, they are given credit at shaping biblical history. Maybe we could think of the vocabulary as nimble?

Or the advertised coda: The exhibition will conclude with a modern and contemporary coda: Robert Henri’s sensuous Salome from 1901 and Mickalene Thomas’ Portrait of Madame Mama Bush 1, 2010, a reminder of the tenacious appeal of the subject. 

https://frost.fiu.edu/exhibitions/2018/dangerous-women.html

The Miami Press commented:The show promotes new ways of seeing many historic female characters, whose power to topple the strongest of male rulers made them “dangerous” but whose strength serves as an historical foundation for thinking about contemporary issues. Though the exhibition was organized well in advance of trending conversations and emerging movements such as #Me Too, “Dangerous Women” could not be more opportune or compelling.

Aha. I thought those were already pretty established ways of seeing. But what do I know. (Link below is a compendium of feminist biblical studies in the 20th century. Countless scholars have assessed the strength of biblical female rebels for at least a century.)

https://www.sbl-site.org/assets/pdfs/pubs/066002P-front.pdf

Jordana Pomeroy, director of the Frost Art Museum, adds, “’Dangerous Women’ demonstrates how throughout history, men have feared women who wield power through their intellect and sexuality. This new exhibition of old-master paintings demonstrates how powerful women were feared even when their acts were heroic.”

Maybe they were too nimble.

Which can also be said for the graffiti artists of Miami who certainly depict a nice subset of dangerous women, photographed a few years ago. (And who, no doubt, provide instantaneous joy for a subset of pubescent and not so pubescent boys who can innocently bask in the art rather than secretly surfing the net.)

 

Tidbits from the Art World

I figured after some weeks of heavy-duty politics I’ll turn to some events in the art world that caught my attention. Do I hear a collective sigh of relief?

You might have read about a recent incident at Honk Kong’s Harbour Art Fair. Cleaners mistook a sculpture by Carol May for thrash and threw it out; when they realized their error, it was too late, the sculpture was already compacted and destroyed. I don’t blame them – the object was a screen-printed cardboard box with the McDonalds Logo on it – looking like the real thing, with the twist of an unhappy mouth instead of a happy one.

I can’t help but grinning at the irony – this is not the first time that art focussed on the throw-away mentality and excesses of our society experiences that very fate.

In 2015 an art installation by Goldie Chiari of empty booze bottles and party favors, titled Where shall we go dancing tonight, was removed by the cleaners. Luckily the champagne bottles and party poppers survived their trip in the trash bags and dustbins, and were re-installed after discovery of the mishap. https://nypost.com/2015/10/27/modern-art-exhibit-mistaken-for-trash-and-thrown-away/ 

The director of the Museion Bozen Bolzano even touted this mishap as a great opportunity to discuss what is art. A question I am unable to answer, in this and so many other cases…. and I am seemingly not the only one.

In 2008 someone fell into a 9ft tall ceramic sculpture by Tatiana Fernandez at London’s Royal Academy and broke it. Subsequent museum visitors and staff thought that the hundreds of shards and larger broken pieces lying around were part of the exhibition. We have clearly added refuse to our schema of what constitutes modern art.

Except for the cleaning crews. Untouched by the intricacies of the evolution of art, they blithely go about their business.

It has happened to Damien Hirst – in 2001 a janitor at London’s Eyestorm Gallery cleared away his pile of beer bottles, ashtrays and coffee cups (meant to represent the life of an artist).

It has happened to Gustav Metzger –  in 2004, the German artist’s installation Recreation of First Public Demonstration of Auto-Destructive Art was on display at the Tate Britain. A museum employee accidentally threw part of it away, a trash bag standing in close proximity to the sculpture. The bag was later recovered, but it was too damaged to display. What is an artist to do? Well, Metzger replaced it  with another bag full of trash. Go figure.

My favorite of all times, though, are mishasps based on good old German Hausfrau values. “In 1986 a 400,000-euro grease stain by Josef Beuys was simply mopped up in Duesseldorf. In 1973 two women cleaned up a baby bathtub Beuys had wrapped in gauze and bandages so they could use the container to wash dishes after an event.” And in 2001 a cleaning lady scrubbed away the “dirt,” a thin layer of paint, in an installation of a bathtub in Dortmund by the late Martin Kippenberger .

http://www.dw.com/en/cleaning-lady-destroys-contemporary-sculpture-with-her-scrubbing/a-15510231

Photographs are of  “art pieces” in another universe, perhaps.

 

It’s a Distortion.

Objects reflected in water are one of the most (over)photographed subjects I can think of. What makes some of those images interesting is the slight distortion of the reflected scene – like a visual echo, fainter, disrupted just like the auditory ones.

The water must be reasonably still for reflection to work, and so it is no surprise that its reflective surface reminds me of glass.

Glass Blowing is an ancient art, believed to be first found in 1600 BC among the Phoenicians (who were in due course not allowed to travel if they knew the secrets of the art, for fear they would reveal them to potential competitors. Which they, if they escaped, unhesitatingly did….)  Here’s a short  historical overview.

 

https://www.americanvisionwindows.com/history-of-glass-blowing/

 

 

 

I selected three women glass artists because I have mostly come across men in the profession; glass blowing is arduous and not particularly good for your health; given the clannish approach (not just for the Middle Eastern realms) it is no wonder that women emerged relatively late on the scene.

 

But they sure bring their own aesthetic, as you can see in the work below. The first two take their inspiration visibly from nature; the last one, from Japan, has a more indirect approach.

 

 

 

Wind & Water

 

http://www.habatat.com/artist/169-kait-rhoads/

https://www.artsy.net/artist/niyoko-ikuta

 

I thought I would use both landscape and cityscape reflections to show the range; the latter are more glass inspired simply because of the vibrant colors; but I think the former are the ones that echo in the soul. Well, mine.

 

 

It’s a Riddle

I, for the life of me, cannot figure out how a sculptor can see a piece of wood and carve out her/his exact vision of what is hidden in it or what s/he wants it to represent. Another instance of an extreme craft underlying a seemingly effortless artistic product.

I was introduced to wooden sculpture as a child, visiting various churches during travels, and what I most remember is my fascination with the millions of holes made by the woodworms. These days, now more enthusiastically exploring churches, I always wonder about how the facial expressions of the various saints and madonnas could give such testimony to grief or suffering in such static material.

However, the place I REALLY want to visit if I could get my act and my finances together, is Inhotim.  It is a contemporary art garden and museum in Brazil, with a wacky history and a mind blowing collection, from all I have read. The founder was recently sentenced to prison for money laundering (rumors had swirled for ages.) In any case, they have a collection of sculptures – benches made from found wood – by artist Hugo Franca that I long to photograph. The link below has a banner that shows some of the amazing works in succession.

Imperial Sculptures, The Benches of Inhotim

Wood sculpture has come a long way from a Madonna statue carved from Lindenwood. Artists from all over the world combine vision and skill to create something modern and yet somehow archaic.  Just look at the kinetic work of Dedy Shofianto. Links below show the diversity, from choice of material to degree of inventiveness.

Hybrid Kinetic Insects Carved from Wood by Dedy Shofianto

Pixelated Wood Sculptures Carved by Hsu Tung Han

And here is an artist from Holland working with found wood:

Bare Bones

In the meantime the Northwest woods have to suffice on this end, offering their own bounty of wood to be marveled at and photographed.

It’s an Enigma.

And it should be one. Landscapes can acquire a strange, beautiful quality inspiring anything from subtle goosebumps to an outright sense of the ominous. At least when photographed in the right light from the correct angle.

A lot of professional photographers have that down pat – partly because they are able to travel to landscapes that are inherently dramatic, partly because they know the craft to make the image focus on something particularly sublime and/or lurking.  I tend to be dismissive of that, be it from jealousy or an allergy to “slick.”

However, I do make exceptions, when the people in question also display intellectual substance; case in point is the essay linked to below,  – long, I warn you, but worth it – from Mark Meyer, a photographer of international renown, the kind you’d want to do your advertising.

Photograph by Mark Meyer

He describes enigmatic beauty but also talks about philosophers’ approach to nature and I found myself concurring with some of the observations made by them and him – on the scale of my own life as a lesser mortal wandering in more quotidian landscapes. This quote rang particularly true: 

https://www.photo-mark.com/notes/apocrypha-wild/

Here are more of my own photographs, taken in Eastern OR and the Silverstar trail in WA. Some I have probably shown before, they are just images I really like.

And then there are those photographers how have creative ideas that add to the enigma – like Henk van Rensbergen who created scenario that had animals as the sole post-apocalyptic survivors.

 

Back to naturally enigmatic landscapes, though. I certainly believe that documenting them involves representations of something invoking disquiet. Of the early Italian painters, no-one was better at that than Leonardo da Vinci. Look at any of his paintings that include landscapes, and you find something mysterious, unsettling. In our own times, Salvador Dali picked up on that and stretched it to truly otherworldly surroundings. Here is a link to an exhibit three years ago at the Dali Museum in St. Petersburgh, FL, that I only read about, but that made the point.

http://thedali.org/exhibit/dali-da-vinci-minds-machines-masterpieces/

I tend to gravitate towards trees as subjects of enigmatic landscapes, but really consider myself an omnivore. If the quote below exchanged the word color with  light (or added that to it), it probably still holds, now for photography.

The poet Friedrich Schiller on the Italian paintings in the Dresden Gallery: “All very well; if only the cartoons were not filled with color. I cannot get rid of the idea that those colors do not tell me the truth.

 

It’s a Mystery.

It truly is a mystery to me how some people can use a pencil and with a few strokes generate a three dimensional image, evoke a sense of place, represent what’s in front of our eyes. In drawing, there is none of the forgiveness of working in oil or acrylic paints, where you can re-do over and over again; none of the softness of watercolors which also need to be rendered with skill, but don’t require the precision of the pencil.

Strokes of genius, indeed, which was the perfect title of a NYT article last year that reported on an exhibit at the Morgan Library, aptly titled Drawn to Greatness, and my general view of drawing, which is, of course, not something I will ever be able to do.

 https://www.nytimes.com/2017/10/12/arts/design/a-gathering-of-greats-in-a-trove-of-drawings-at-the-morgan.html

 

All this came to mind because my latest hikes felt like walking through landscapes drawn in colored pencil. There is something figurative going on before the buds come in, at the end of the winter when all leaves have been thoroughly blown away, and all that remains is the structure of the trees and the shifting, dry grasses and berry brambles.

There is a delicate quality of the views, something almost feathery. And the monotones, something reminiscent of renaissance drawings, are occasionally interrupted by a burst of color, red, or silver or gold, that has a childlike joy to it, for lack of a better description. As if a kid got her hands on that one red pencil and went wild.

Here is a list of numerous renaissance draftsmen that links to their work.

http://www.visual-arts-cork.com/drawing/renaissance-drawings.htm#types

And here are last week’s Northwest landscapes. Judge for yourself.

Landscape photographs this week are in honor of three friends of mine, Roger Dorband, Michael Granger and Ken Hochfeld,  who are currently showing images from Clatsop County at Argyle Winery Tasting Room in Dundee. If you feel like a little field trip go out there and admire their work.

 

 

The Year of the Dog

Today the Chinese celebrate New Year and usher in the Year of the Dog.

I went to Portland’s Chinese Garden last week to take stock of the preparations for the celebration. As always, it did not disappoint. An unusually sunny February day intensified the technicolor colors of the decorations, but also made for beautiful reflections in the pond.

Super-sized lotus blossoms and a happy dragon vied for attention; the few displays of dogs were small and hidden, but amusing.

An exhibit of Loren Nelson’s photographs of flowers was worth the visit alone. He is one of Portland’s preeminent photographers with no fear when it comes to contrast in his images.http://www.lorennelsonphoto.com/Artist.asp?ArtistID=46480&Akey=Q457TBG7

Here is a link to an article that explains what the Chinese New Year is all about and how it is celebrated both on the main land and in the diaspora. Photos alone are worth a look.

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/long_reads/chinese-new-year-2018-year-of-dog-february-zodiac-calendar-a8202216.html  

It’s a happy time.

I did not have to search far for dogs in Chinese art that matched the beauty of the day. The Metropolitan Museum has a timely exhibition for the Year of the Dog, displaying dog sculptures of which I chose the ones below.

https://www.metmuseum.org/exhibitions/listings/2018/year-of-dog

Here are some of Saturday’s images of the seasonal beauty of the Chinese garden, regardless of holiday celebrations.

 

And then there is this:

May this be the year when this dog is chased out of sight and when these homeless, who congregate in Old Town around the Chinese Garden, find safety and permanent shelter.