I had never been to the Museum of Fine Arts (MFA) in Boston before. It has been in existence since 1876, steadily growing. Its most recent home, designed by Guy Lowell in 1909, is an imposing art palace paying homage to the BeauxArt movement. Current modernization and additions by Norman Foster did not take away the grandeur, but make traversing the museum more like moving through a rabbit warren.
The sequences of galleries and corridors crammed with art can be overwhelming. But if you are willing to just float through and let the art find you rather than vice versa, it is a glorious experience. My habit of going to these places unprepared and then read up on them later served me well once again. I felt like a kid having stumbled into a candy store, sampling treats I’d never seen before.
Josiah McElherny Endlessly Repeating 20th Century Modernism 2007
And in random association to kids and candy: I always wonder how children feel when they come into buildings of this imposing size, just like I wonder about centuries of people entering huge cathedrals: will the grandeur overshadow the experience of the contents? Will it inspire a sense of separation rather than belonging? Will it increase or diminish focus on and admiration for art and/or religion?
Museum visits, in any case, can be quite up-lifting.
Jonathan Borowsky I dreamt I could fly 2000
The big draw at the MFA this spring is a Klimt/Schiele Drawings special exhibit – the curatorial descriptions were more informative than the art under weirdly low lighting. It did not leave a particular lasting impression.
Egon Schiele The Artist’s Mother, Sleeping 1911
Below is more information:
https://www.mfa.org/exhibitions/klimt-and-schiele-drawn
In fact, no one thing I saw bowled me over. What did was the diversity of the offerings overall, a sense of artists being driven across time and place to document their environments or express their thoughts. You can get a glimpse of that through my random choices of photographs from that visit, sprinkled through today’s writings. (I checked out the Escher exhibit for old times sake’s – when teaching Perception to my undergraduates he was always good for visual examples.)
I did skip the Rothko exhibit, and Art of the Americas – samplings of European art will be covered in a later blog. I simply could not walk through every door….)
The museum is much engaged in education; I particularly like the idea of spot light talks, 15 minute pop-up tutorials on a single piece of art given by an expert. Here is an upcoming example, picked by me for the clever title: https://www.mfa.org/programs/gallery-activities-and-tours/18th-century-instagram-0
Claude Monet La Japonaise (Camille Monet in Japanese Costume). 1876
Sometimes they get it wrong big time, though. Viz. the Kimono Controversy 3 years ago – visitors were invited to wear replicas of the depicted kimono and pose in front of the painting – cultural appropriation screams erupted and the MFA did not exactly handle the situation well.
And in another random note: the giftshop sucked. Ok, politely expressed, it did not provide the postcards or small gifts to bring home that I was looking for. There is such a difference in museum gift shops, have you noticed? Clever ones need not be big, but they need to offer a variety, starting with price ranges. Turns out, the Philadelphia Museum of Art rocked. No one will be disappointed!
Ivan Navarro Man Hole 2011
And this is why you need curators for people like me – how could I have known? Three cheers for art educators, of all stripes!
Sara Lee Silberman
“Rabbit warren!” That shall forevermore name my experience of that museum!