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Fabric in Contemporary Painting

· The brilliant work of Henk Pander ·

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I can photograph art and fabric (see above, taken in Henk Pander’s studio), but I could never be a European art critic. I would die a premature death by choking on sentences like these: “At times it is silent and undefined and other times it narrates stories that are characterized by a deafening stillness, and yet, his paintings encompass a peaceful void that is marked by hints of playful elements throughout – entirely free of catharsis.” What does a void free of catharsis even mean??? This blurb by London-based Beers Gallery (actually an interesting place to learn about contemporary painters) referred to Sebastian Schrader, a relatively young German painter whose work I photographed at the last Biennale. http://www.sebastian-schrader.de/about.html  He paints fabrics in the most photorealistic style, and they are almost drowning the figure(s) they surround. Not sure, though, when the peaceful void crosses the line to a vacuous piece…..
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Compare this to a master of our very own, Portland-based Dutch painter Henk Pander – http://henkpander.format.com/#1, whose works can be described in very simple sentences. No obfuscation needed. The paintings are alive. They embrace light, color, and are steeped in art historical traditions. They lovingly depict their subjects without being saccharine. They have no need for meanness but can please with irony. You almost feel the painted fabrics and certainly feel the elegant brushstrokes. The narrative is often complex and thus intellectually challenging. My personal yardstick for a good painting is the question: if I laid eyes on this first thing every morning how long would it take me to get bored?  In Henk’s case (and full disclosure, he is a dear friend) the answer would be: maybe around 3053 should this world and I still exist. Go see for yourself at the Portland Art Museum to experience the full impact of his artistry. Below are Life’s Reward, Portrait of Delores, (Henk’s beloved wife who passed some years ago,) and Prayer before the Night, respectively, courtesy of the artist

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The Right to Dry

· The American ban on Clotheslines ·

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I cannot take credit for inventing this slogan – it is the name of a movement that fights against state laws and community bans on drying your laundry outside. Officially more than 60 million Americans are prohibited from hanging their laundry outside, in their own yards or balconies and porches. The 2 minute clip below is a poignant introduction to what served the interest of the electricity industry (with former President Regan and Nancy as their spokespeople!) and those selling dryers. https://vimeo.com/36605168

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Hurrah for sustainability movements that fight these bans with clever digging out of laws that can be used against them. As of 2012 they voided the ban (or made it unenforceable) in 19 states (including Oregon) by referral to solar access laws. Many of these are from the 1970s and hidden clauses in state property laws. A 1979 Oregon Law, for example, says any restrictions on “solar radiation as a source for heating, cooling or electrical energy” are “void and unenforceable.” Clotheslines appear to fit under the umbrella of Oregon’s and other states’ solar rights because systems for hang-drying rely on the sun’s radiation to evaporate water in wet laundry. Given how much electricity and money you save, prolonging the lifetime of your clothing and eliminating pollution, it seems insane not to allow outside drying. (However, my clothesline does not look as arranged as this one….)IMG_5097

Since my photos were taken in Italy I though it fitting to match them with Lavanderas, by an Italian painter, Antonio Donghi (1897- 1963), who was part of Italy’s neoclassical movement in the 1920s and was sometimes compared to Rousseau. Unknown

Fabric on Stage

· How fabric makes movement more beautiful ·

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Whether you see someone doing a little jig on the street or you watch the most amazing ballet performance, the appreciation of  people’s movements is often enhanced by the costumes they are wearing. In addition to providing warmth and protection, fabrics have been used throughout centuries to augment certain aspects of human performance, be it on stage, or in the boudoir, on the sports- or the battle-field, in uniform, tribal colors or under one’s flag.

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The dance aspect was driven home to me last summer at the Philadelphia Art Museum which presented a nifty little exhibit on Dance – Movement/Rhythm/Spectacle. Paintings, lithographs and photographs about dance from the museum’s collection depicted costumes and dresses that caught my attention. The cross section below ranges from Toulouse-Lautrec from the portfolio Le Café Concert, Carlos Mérida Dance of the Quetzals, Leon Bakst The Pilgrim for the Ballet Russe’s performance of Le Dieu Bleu; one of the represented photographers was Barbara Morgan who photographed Martha Graham’s company at length.

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And then there was Loîe Fuller, who knew how to make fabric fly – I just learned about her from indispensable dance critic Martha Ullman West who keeps me on my toes. The short clip below is a marvel.

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Fuller was partly responsible for the creation of one of the great treasures of WA, the Maryhill Museum.  I will devote another essay to that jewel eventually. For now, here is a clip of the fabulous 1946 exhibit that is now in their permanent collection, of French fashion on small mannequins, all the fashion I am willing to mention in the  context of fabrics. I cannot recommend a visit of the museum strongly enough. Eclectic only begins to describe it. http://www.maryhillmuseum.org/visit/exhibitions/ongoing-exhibitions/theatre-de-la-mode

Velvet Variations

· Above and Underground ·

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I swear there isn’t a topic that a) isn’t covered somewhere on the internet and b) doesn’t become interesting when you read up on it. That goes for velvet as well. Velvet is woven on a special loom that weaves two thicknesses of the material at the same time. The two pieces are then cut apart to create the pile effect. It is a complicated process and even after the introduction of industrial power looms, well-made velvet remains a fairly costly fabric. It is associated with nobility, although it was first in use for clergy (they knew luxury when they saw it…)

With regard to art, velvet is usually associated with velvet painting, the epitome of Kitsch.  As it turns out, though, these paintings have a rather interesting history. (http://www.collectorsweekly.com/articles/velvet-underdogs-in-praise-of-the-paintings-the-art-world-loves-to-hate/) “The 13th-century merchant traveler Marco Polo recalled seeing painted velvet portraits of Hindu deities like Vishnu and Ganesh in India. Soon, Europeans were painting saints and allegories on the “sacred” fabric of velvet to hang in churches instead of woven tapestries. This practice was particularly popular with Russian Orthodox priests in the Caucasus Mountains. In the 1500s, Spanish conquistadors brought velvet to the Philippines and Mexico, where peasants in Jalisco created the custom of painting on velvet skirts and party dresses, which modern-day Mexican painters often cite as the roots of their tradition.” And then things took off with the bored Victorian ladies who painted with stencils on velvet. There is discussion now among the art historians if it qualifies as folk art, or as anti-art in reaction to “the snobbery  of the fine-art world and upper middle-class aspirational sensibilities.”

Classical painters relished a good fabric as can be seen in the Johann Heinrich the Elder Tischbein (1568 – 1625) portrait of Marie Robert, his wife. Turns out there was one painter, Jan Brueghel the Elder who was actually called “Velvet Brueghel,” but not because of his lush paintings but due to his wardrobe that tended towards excess according to preserved invoices (he also had Titians hanging in his home in Antwerp and collaborated with Peter Paul Rubens.) Ah, those were the times when a artist got paid…….

 

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Fabric(action)s

· A short history of lace and its depictions in art ·

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This week will be devoted to fabric.  Velvet, cotton, curtains, linen on laundry lines, you’ll be surprised how many interesting facts are associated with stuff we usually ignore. Ignore, that is, until we see it painted and can’t believe how intricate these renderings are, how superbly crafted and deceptively life-like.

As you have guessed, we’ll start with lace. The history is a long one, with mention of it in the old testament, and lacy hairnets found in Egyptian tombs. It took off, though, in the 16th century, first reserved for high ranking clergy, then taking over at the courts of Europe. Some countries exchanged the basic materials for the final product, with Belgium, for example providing finest flax (by now extinct, since fertilization and crossbreeding made the fibers less soft) to France for their centers of lace making. Italy, and in particular Venice, was the cradle of much of the skill, and the court threatened those workers who were lured to France to teach lace-making, with holding their families hostage to the point of execution. (I photographed the handmade lace in Burano, an island of lace makers off the coast of Venice.)  Lace became so desired as a status symbol that it was worth smuggling it across borders (sometimes in loaves of bread, sometimes in coffins where much of the body had been removed to make space) despite the harsh punishments if caught.  There is a lace guild in England which runs a museum in Stourbridge and provides detailed historical information. https://www.laceguild.org/craft/history.html

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The interesting part is of course how artists have rendered this delicate fabric and I will give one example here –  but point you to a terrific collection of artists and their works here http://www.sophieploeg.com/blog/the-10-best-lace-paintings. Her essay with illustrations gives a cross section of paintings across the centuries, with interesting commentary. I chose the Portrait of a Woman, Possibly Maria Trip, Rembrandt Harmensz. van Rijn, 1639 as my personal favorite, which can now be visited in the Rijksmuseum. It is astonishingly detailed and beautiful.

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The Flight is on

· Paul Cadmus' The Aviator ·

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I once saw an original Paul Cadmus drawing in a beach house on Cape Cod – the man knew muscles, and, for that matter, anything else of the male anatomy.  When digging a bit deeper to write about him I came across the essay below by an art critic named Steve Jenkins. I could not find out much about the latter – it turns out there is a famous children’ books illustrator by that name, as is a famous musician who plays the bass, and many more….. but the writer sure loved his alliterations. And I quote: “In the gorgeous, occasionally garish, always gratifying works of the great American artist Paul Cadmus, sailors and sunbathers, models and mannequins, nitwits and nudes all are suffused with a sensuality born equally of idyllic splendor and urban squalor, natural grace and graceful artifice.”  Or this: “Cadmus, to our enormous benefit, understands that beauty is bodies, brains, buttocks, bathtubs, bicycles, Bach, bravado and bad behaviour; beauty’s all things B”. Actually, his essay on Cadmus is sharp and instructive, flowery language notwithstanding, clearly worth a read.

http://www.queer-arts.org/archive/9809/cadmus/cadmus.html

The painter was – unintentionally as he claims in many interviews – early on depicting what we would now call gay life style. He also was not afraid of controversy and an honest assessment of American hypocrisy when it came to sexuality, our institutions, or the two combined. His most famous (and early controversial) painting was The Fleet is In, depicting highly sexualized scenes of sailors on leave. I chose his painting The Aviator
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Freezing at FRIEZE

· Yu Hong's Security Screening ·

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Two years ago I attended FRIEZE, an art fair in New York, for the first and probably last time. It was ice cold in the tents, spread across a small island in the East river, and the air was depleted of oxygen, all of which had been sucked into inflating the egos of the visitors, by my estimate. There were the well-to-do’s, and even more the rich, and then the hanger-ons, and the occasional art student who had scraped together the money for the astronomical entrance prizes. There were also a lot of people in yellow and green pants, and in jewels that by the laws of gravity should have dragged them to the ground but didn’t. Riddle me that.

In any case, the art was, for the most part, what this audience deserved. I was struck, however, by the painting below, which seemed refreshingly unafraid of narrative, and satisfyingly menacing without actual gore. I have now read up a bit on the painter, Yu Hong, and am impressed by her thoughtfulness. She is known for juxtaposing paintings of private scenes, herself, her family and friends, with historical events that happened at the same time of her depictions, not shying away from the long march of Chinese history. She integrates all kinds of models into her art, from early renaissance paintings to cave drawings of monks, combining styles with elegance. Importantly, she is focussing on women’s rights and issues in contemporary Chinese society and in the clip below explores the topic of melancholia in reaction to society developing on hyper-speed for her new series of paintings.

https://www.nowness.com/story/yu-hong-the-laughing-heart

For some reason the young man in the center of the group I photographed somewhere in Soho reminded me of the man in the painting. Would he have that deer-in-the-headlight look if he looked up?
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Water Rats

· Bohumil Kubista's The Sailor ·

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I photographed these young Russian sailors some years back in San Francisco’s Chinatown while they perused every touristy junk display up and down the street. They looked not a day over 14, if that, and were ready to flirt with anything in a skirt. Their portrait ended up in a montage called Water rats for a series named (S)Elective Affinities which combined portraits and places that were distant in real life but had psychological commonalities. I placed them into a photograph of a poster of the Sutro Baths near the Cliff House in S.F., an old bathing facility that is now in ruins after a fire in 1966.

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Sepia Variations

· Eugène Carrière's Alphonse Daudet ·

DSC_0269 copyIf you google Eugène Carrière and click on images you’ll face an astonishing array of somewhat monochromatic brown/sepia/beige/black paintings. Lots of them, and all a little bit mysterious, glowing, or, as Wikipedia describes it, with a misty color scheme. I had first seen his famous portrait of Paul Verlaine at the Musée d’Orsay and then encountered the one below, of Alphonse Daudet, in some small museum in San Antonio, Tx.

Carrière had been a prisoner in Dresden during the Franco-German war and taken to Rubens’ paintings (of which there are many displayed in the Gemäldegallerie Alter Meister.) How prisoners could visit museums is puzzling me  – but in any event, his paintings were influenced by the old masters until the 1890s. By then he developed his distinctive style of layers of brown and came up with psychologically remarkable portraits. He is defined as a symbolist and counted a significant number of artists among his friends and subjects, Daudet, Rodin and Anatole France among them.

Daudet was a writer from the South of France who is know for sentimental short stories, and a life filled with misfortune, including the venereal disease that eventually killed him. I have trouble feeling much pity, though, given his politics. Not only was he a monarchist and opposed to the French Republic, he was an ardent antisemite, who corresponded with Richard Wagner on these issues and was a close friend of Édouard Drumont who founded the Antisemitic League of France and edited an antisemitic newspaper. Here is an all too current and informative piece of writing on the topic of antisemitism http://www.newstatesman.com/politics/uk/2016/05/longest-hatred.

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Ziggy Stardust

· Chuck Conelly's David Bowie ·

 

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When I photographed the young man in today’s featured image I immediately thought of David Bowie’s Ziggy Stardust, although by that time Bowie had already morphed to the Thin White Duke. He was a musician I always liked – except for the Major Tom phase – for his intelligence, his risk taking and his embrace of change. His death this January, then, was saddening although comforted by the album he released chronicling his last journey, called Blackstar.

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Chuck Conelly, the great American painter, is now working on a series of Bowie portraits, the first one (below) painted shortly after the death of the musician. Conelly had withdrawn from public view for a quarter of a century after major conflicts within the art- and gallery world, living as a recluse in Philadelphia. Only last year did he start to show work again. He had met with Bowie some 30 years ago; I assume the portrait was not simply from memory. It surely captures some of the luminosity surrounding the artist. Here is a short intro to the painter: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2997525/The-return-Chuck-Connelly-America-s-greatest-modern-artist-spiralled-control-upsetting-Scorcese-Saatchi-1980s-New-York-sober-selling.html  

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