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Between Two Worlds.

· Leonora Carrington and David Seymour (Chim) at the Oregon Jewish Museum and Center for Holocaust Education. ·

Update: Due to copyright issues to be resolved, I will remove the photographs I had taken of Carrington’s work at OJMCHE or found in a book about her paintings. Stay tuned.

You’re trying to intellectualize something, desperately, and you’re wasting your time. That’s not a way of understanding, to make it into some kind of mini-logic. You’ll never understand by that road.” “What do you think we can understand by?” ” By your own feelings about things. It’ a visual world. You want to turn things into some kind of intellectual game. It’s not. ” – Leonora Carrington in a interview published in 2015, with Carrington’s cousin, journalist Joanna Moorhead, author of Surreal Spaces: The Life and Art of Leonora Carrington.

2024 marks the centennial of Surrealism, a movement born in 1924 with the publication of a Manifesto by André Breton. Oregon Jewish Museum and Center for Holocaust Education’s new exhibition The Magic World of Leonora Carrington joins the celebration, offering a small collection of prints by Leonora Carrington, one of the female pioneers of Surrealism and a life-long painter of mystifying imagery full of passion for an otherworldly realm.

It was Bruce Guenther’s suggestion to introduce Carrington’s work for this special occasion, and he also secured the loan of the prints from Mixografia. As the Adjunct Curator for Special Exhibitions, he made his mark on OJMCHE’s visual arts programming during the last seven years, and we were the richer for it. In addition to being connected to the art world and able to draw on a trove of curatorial experiences, he, more importantly, pursued two goals. For one, he wanted to widen the horizon of a local audience to the diversity and depth of contributions by Jewish artists, many of them unfamiliar, and secondly, intended to shoot for the moon, when it came to bringing work here that had previously seemed out of reach. Succeed he did!

He introduced us, among others, to Grisha Bruskin (Alefbet: The Alphabet of Memory) for OJMCHE’s inaugural exhibition in its current location, or a wide range of local Jewish artists’ work relating to identity and religion (I AM THIS: Art by Oregon Jewish Artists,) confronted us with the provocative, self-reflective art of Kitaj ( R.B. Kitaj: A Jew Etc., Etc.) or reminded us of the art-historical importance of feminist Judy Chicago (Turning Inward, JUDY CHICAGO). Continually, Guenther encouraged us to question, reevaluate and improve on our understanding of art in the context of Judaism. He pushed us, guided us, helped us. It is our loss that he is no longer going to surprise us with his choice of exceptional programming at OJMCHE.

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A plethora of exhibitions here and in Europe are currently lined up to celebrate Surrealism’s centennial. Some are offering a general overview of this revolutionary art movement, others have a specific focus. Until mid-July you can visit The Royal Museums of Fine Arts of Belgium which inaugurated IMAGINE!, a touring exhibition of works of the most famous surrealists conceived in close collaboration with the Centre Pompidou (Paris). By September, Surrealism. L’exposition du centenaire (1924-1969) will open at the Centre Pompidou, then travel on to the German Hamburger Kunsthalle. On the wings of its recent blockbuster exhibition about Caspar David Friedrich and the reaches of Romanticism, Hamburg will focus on the affinities and differences between Romanticism and Surrealism in 2025. Then on to Madrid, and eventually we can visit closer to home, at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. This fall, the Lenbachhaus in Munich inaugurates a highly anticipated exhibition about Surrealism and anti-fascism, But live here? No thanks!, illuminating Surrealism as a political movement with an internationalist commitment in the fight against colonialism and fascism. The Henry Moore Institute in Leeds will display The Traumatic Surreal, concentrating on post-war surrealist women artists and their opposition to the patriarchy since 1960. And last but not least, a show entirely dedicated to Leonora Carrington will also open in October at the Palazzo Reale in Milan, Italy.

This – believe it or not – selective list of exhibitions points to the many facets of the surrealist movement and the fact that it has finally “arrived.” The shows will be accompanied by various intellectual explorations of the nature, origins and practical consequences of Surrealism, helping us to understand what the movement is about, its implications for our own time and where to place various artists within its margins. A movement that was dedicated to the deconstruction of rational language, to dissolving the contradiction between reality and the irrational, to resisting habitual modes of thought and perception, is celebrated by means of the traditional intellectual lens and rational analysis of art historians and/or sociologists. One wonders if the artists would have been pleased or annoyed.

I speculate, though, that Leonora Carrington (1917 – 2011) couldn’t have cared less. I think of her as a force of nature who marched to her own drummer all her life, pursuing her painting, her writing and her fervent political engagement for women’s liberation without a moment’s thought of the world’s reaction. Then again, she would likely be pleased that female artists within the movement have eventually gotten their dues, rescued from the assigned roles as muses or child-women, young and subservient, as the male founders of the movement liked to think of them and/or treat them. Across the last decades they have finally been recognized as brilliant artists in their own rights, most recently with a magnificent survey exhibition at The Schirn, Frankfurt a.M., Fantastic Women.

Born in England into a family of wealthy if staid manufacturers, sister to three younger brothers and raised by an Irish nanny fond of myths and fairy tales, Carrington rebelled from an early age. Thrown out of countless boarding schools, she enrolled in art programs and ended up in Paris at age 20, where she met and fell in love with a surrealist painter 26 years her elder, Max Ernst. He abandoned his second wife (having divorced his first, Luise Straus, who was later murdered in Auschwitz, marrying and divorcing two more during his lifetime) for Leonora with whom he settled in rural France when interpersonal drama threatened to take over their productivity in Paris. Carrington refused to be a “muse” from the very beginning and engaged in her own – and distinct – exploration of both the themes and the processes closely associated with the new movement.

Photographs removed

Leonora Carrington A Magnificent Bird Portrait of Max Ernst (1939) — Max Ernst Leonora in the Morning light (1940)The artists exchanged these portraits during a reunion in New York. Carrington, by her own desire, never saw Ernst again after that.

When Ernst was arrested by the Nazis and later escaped to New York, she fled to Spain, suffering a severe mental breakdown, made worse by inappropriate, possibly sadistic psychiatric care during inpatient treatment. She eventually left Europe on a visa provided by a marriage of convenience, and after some time settled in Mexico, finding love, committing to motherhood, and becoming extraordinary prolific in her various creative endeavors, as a painter and novelist processing her autobiographical experiences, including her psychotic break. In Mexico she was embedded in a group of close women friends who were also expatriate artists, Remedios Varo whose painted dream worlds incorporated mystical philosophy and surrealist techniques not unlike Carrington’s, and photojournalist and surrealist photographer Kati Horna. They shared various interests that, at a minimum, enlivened quotidian domesticity and, more importantly, provided substance for their creative output less chained to reality: interests in alchemy, witchcraft, mythology and more.

Photographs removed Leonora Carrington Información Secreta (1974)

Some of Carrington’s prints on hand are products of her imagination, typical hybrid figures or grotesques that combine animal and human features. The bulk of the work, however, are paintings made in the early 1970s to dress characters of a play “The Dybbuk or Between two Worlds. The word Dybbuk originates from the Hebrew דָּבַק ,‎ dāḇaq, meaning adhere or ‘cling’ and refers to the soul of a dead person, always a man, now possessing the body of a living human being, most often a woman. Written by S. Ansky who was interested in Hassidic folklore that contained elements of the story since the 13th century, the play was originally performed in 1920, first in Russian, later in Yiddish.  (דער דיבוק, אדער צווישן צוויי וועלטן; Der Dibuk, oder Tsvishn Tsvey Veltn. Here is a link to a magnificent Polish film made from the play in 1937, in Yiddish with English subtitles, a window into a world long gone.)

Alternatively, here is a short summary by a modern, feminist playwright, Lila Rose Kaplan.

Once upon a time a woman named Leah was allowed to be in a story because she was getting married.  Her father picked her a rich husband. Then her dead boyfriend possessed her, because if a woman’s gonna take up space in a story she must not be a woman. Then they learned that Leah had been promised to her dead boyfriend before she was born.  She screamed why don’t I have any agency, but no one could hear her. So, they did an exorcism and got her unpossessed. Then she killed herself to be with her dead boyfriend or maybe she just wanted to be left alone.

Photographs removed Leonora Carrington Leye returns transformed into the Dybbuk (1974)

Rachel Elior, the John and Golda Cohen Professor of Jewish Philosophy and Jewish Mystical Thought at Hebrew University, discusses the societal function served by the notion of possession by a spirit in her book DYBBUKS AND JEWISH WOMEN in Social History, Mysticism and Folklore. She argues that it could have been a means of escape for women who saw no other way out of the misery of oppression. Once “possessed,” women would no longer be held responsible for acting out or demanding agency of any kind, giving them a certain degree of freedom, including the refusal of arranged marriages. Of course there was a price to be paid, eventually, in the form of torturous exorcism.

Carrington was not Jewish – and she certainly did not lack agency! – but the appeal of this quintessentially Jewish story must have been strong, given that it contains so many elements that spoke to her interest in mysticism, soul transmigration, the role of women in male dominated societies, and ultimately resonated with some of her own biographical experiences.

Between two Worlds: Surrealist artists surely moved between worlds, that of reality and that within the recesses of the unconscious, a magical realm where irrationality was a prize, not a burden. As a female artist, Carrington had to fight to have her own voice heard, not being subsumed as a muse, possessed by a male, however smitten. Father figures in her own life, whether her actual father or a substitute, Ernst, had controlled her existence to some extent. But the memory of forced separation from her lover might have also been evoked by the elements of loss in Leah’s world. As one who had experienced “being possessed” during her psychotic episode, the painter could surely imagine herself into the psyche of Leah, to whom this male spirit adheres, using her as a vessel for his own unfinished life. Exorcism was not simply a technical term for someone who had been forced through fit-inducing medication at the asylum in Spain. And last but not least, emigration placed you between worlds, the old and the new, neither one fully your own.

Even though the characters themselves did not spring from her imagination, the way Carrington depicted them with her own aesthetic, strangely graceful, elongated figures, infused them with a life of their own. The lithographs offer, indeed, a visual world, one that generates feelings rather than lending itself to rational analysis (which will not stop me from speculation, as per usual…). The collection traveled through Mexico, exhibited early at the Salón de la Plástica Mexicana, after they were transferred to lithographs at the Taller de Gráfica Popular in 1974. (I wrote about the political role the print studio played in Mexico previously here.)

I consider her renderings remarkable in the sense that suffering, doubt, or bitterness are anything but central – somehow I find primarily resilience in the strong colors, the androgynous representations. And maybe there are traces of rage, in purple and red. Given that the artist was raised in a staunchly catholic household, these colors might also refer to the liturgical colors associated with the Celebrations of Martyrs (red) and Masses for the Dead (purple.) Then again, we have the red stockings of the women’s liberation movement and in England, her country of origin, the Suffragettes used purple that symbolized royalty, loyalty to the cause, and women’s quest for freedom.

Photographs removed Leonora Carrington Leye y Frade (1974)

The continual presence of protective females in the vicinity of Leah echoes one of the characteristics of the artist herself: she was acknowledged as a reliable supporter of the women around her, building strong connections to women all her life. It is as if Carrington’s own strength and endurance is gifted to the female protagonist, in defiance of the customary image of Leah as the victim. The fact that some Mexican graphic elements are included also signals the possibility that a soul has come home, can come home, no longer restlessly wandering. They might reference the surrealist artist’s own political beliefs captured by the movement statement found already in 1935 in the Bulletin International du Surréalisme: “The human soul is international.”

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Those who read or listen to our stories see everything as through a lens. This lens is the secret of narration, and it is ground anew in every story, ground between the temporal and the timeless. If we storytellers are Death’s Secretaries, we are so because, in our brief mortal lives, we are grinders of these lenses.”John Berger in What Time Is It? (2019)

War, like the soul, is international as well, alas. It claimed and continues to claim victims regardless of their association with the warring parties – international observers, aid workers and photojournalist have paid that heavy price for trying to inform the world. David Seymour (Dawid Szymin, 1911- 1956,) known as Chim, was one of them – he was killed, three days after the armistice, no less, by Egyptian soldiers during the Suez Crisis when British–French–Israeli forces invaded Egypt in 1956 after Nasser nationalized the Suez Canal.

Chim: Between Devastation and Resurrection presents photographs that cut through to the reality of war, ignoring nationalistic or ideological fervor in favor of an empathetic response to the horrors wars impose on their victims. His lens told stories capturing both his times and the timelessness of suffering.

Born in Poland, Chim studied graphic arts at Leipzig’s prestigious Staatliche Akademie für Graphische Künste und Buchgewerbe in the early 1930s and then enrolled at the Sorbonne in Paris to study physics and chemistry. He started to take photographs for a variety of journals and magazines to make money for a living and soon got a reputation to be a talented social documentarian as well as war photographer when he documented the Spanish Civil War in 1936. Together with Henri Cartier-Bresson, Robert Capa, and George Rodger, Chim co-founded the Magnum photo agency after WW II ended and he had returned to Europe, having enlisted in the US Army during war times. In 1948, he was commissioned by UNICEF for a project he is now most known for, documenting the war’s effect on European children. “Children of Europe” was published by LIFE magazine and in book form eventually.

David Seymour (Chim) Girls playing in the ruins of a former orphanage, Monte Casino, Italy (1948)

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OJMCHE’s photography exhibitions have been hit and miss. There have been brilliant shows (Southern Rites and Die Plage come to mind,) but also more pedestrian ones. One of the problems has to do with receiving previously curated package exhibitions that served well in their original purposes, but do not necessarily speak to contemporary questions. They also do not allow juxtapositions with work that one might choose if curating independently, to complement or off-set the photography on view.

The collection, on loan from the Illinois Holocaust Museum, and excerpted from an original show by the International Center for Photography, exhibits works that are solid, beautiful at times, and often moving. Chim was a master of the medium’s technical aspects, lighting and depth of field. He also often incorporated signs, banners, or posters into his images that functioned like internal captions, reminding us of the important legacy of Constructivism.

If a show had been independently curated, though, it could have raised a number of important issues. For one, just as the female artists within the surrealist movement have long stayed unacknowledged, much less feted, so has the legacy of female photographers in the realm of war photography. Chim has often been called “photography’s forgotten hero,” but there are a surprising number of Jewish women who documented war since WW I, continuing through the Spanish Civil War and on to WW II, and are completely ignored by the canon, no matter how remarkable.

There was Alice Schalek ((1874-1956) who lived in Vienna and is regarded to be the first woman who photographed Austrian soldiers at the frontlines during WW I. Gerda Taro (Gerta Pohorylle) was the first Jewish female photographer killed in the field, in Spain. A lifelong socialist and gifted photographer, she was the partner of Magnum-photographer Robert Capa, who, in contrast to her, has become legendary. Faigel Faye Schulman (1919 – 2021) was a Jewish partisan photographer, and the only such photographer to photograph their struggle in Eastern Europe during World War II. Honorable mention belongs to Margaret Bourke-White (1904-1971) who, although not Jewish, documented combat zones in WW II as the first woman war correspondent from the US., and, importantly, photographed Buchenwald when the concentration camp was liberated.

And then there was Kati Horna (1912 – 2000), one of Carrington’s closest friends in post-war Mexico. Born into a Jewish family in Hungary, a close childhood (and life-long) friend of Robert Capa, she studied Political Science in Berlin, and, after the rise of the Nazis, photography back in Budapest. She ended up in the early 1930s in Paris, working as a freelance photographer for a press picture agency, Agence Photo. Her work shares both a modernist aesthetic and a focus on narrative with Chim’s. During her documentation of the Spanish Civil War, she concentrated on the conditions of women and children through mainly portraiture, just as we see in Chim’s later work for the UNICEF project. She utilized bird’s eye views early, as we’ve come to associate with Chim.

Kati Horna Umbrellas, Meeting of the CNT, Spanish Civil War, Barcelona 1937

David Seymour (Chim), Child’s Funeral, Matera, Italy, 1948, 

It would have been valuable to learn about the history of photographers working at the same time in the same places, with the same political beliefs and then wonder the women disappeared from view. Again.

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Another question raised by exhibiting images of the effects of previous wars relates to war reporting in our contemporary society flooded with war imagery. LACMA’s exhibition ‘Imagined Fronts – The Great War and Global Media,’ closing after a long run just this week, reminded us of the role of photography in a war-torn world. Photography can be used as a tool of propaganda to generate both psychological and material support for the war effort. Likewise, it can be utilized to create empathy with its victims and oppose war actions. The borders between propaganda and information are porous, since war parties strive to claim that their efforts are just if not heroic, intending to legitimize their efforts, or dehumanize the opponent.

David Seymour (Chim) Boy in bombed building, Essen, Germany (1947)

(Essen was one of the most heavily bombed cities in Germany, with 90% of its urban structures destroyed. A seat of heavy industry in the Ruhr region, it housed over 350 forced labor camps during the war mining coal and producing weapons, working for Krupp and Siemens. Alfried Krupp was sentenced in the Nuremberg trials, but pardoned by the US in 1951. Some people reliably get away with anything.)

War photography during the World Wars and up until the Vietnam war was regulated and controlled by states and military, censorship included. Imagery of direct violence and death was traditionally avoided, replaced by clichés. In fact Richard Nixon attributed the loss of the Vietnam war to the media’s willingness to show violent images of the victims. I continually wonder how the availability of phone cameras in people’s hands and easy internet dispersal have changed the impact of photography, now depicting participant horrors beyond our imagination, the fate of the victims and the actual unfolding of violent acts in real time. Do we accept their veracity or are they manipulated? Do we avoid them for fear of drowning in helpless bystander feelings? Will they distance us from understanding war because they come from sources that we associate with the “enemy?” Can war documentation cut through hate, anger, resentment, violence and destruction, change minds? Could it in 1956, can it now?

In reviewing the LACMA exhibition, my thoughts were these:

I have no definitive answer. This exhibition’s imagery most meaningful to me, a pacifist, namely the depictions of suffering and the satirical stabs at those who financially gain from war, will likely not speak to those eager to go to war, just as racist propaganda posters embraced by them do nothing for me. Maybe our ideological or political divisions prevent us to think through art that does not confirm our preexisting beliefs. To that extent, art will not be able to produce change, given the strength of our biases.

It is certainly worth a further discussion, and I hope Chim’s images will provide a starting point for exploring these issues at OJMCHE. The last photo he took before he was killed two days later, encapsulates war’s human toll – two wounded civilians sharing a mattress with paltry enough to eat. Half a century later we still see the same pictures, multiplied by thousands. Stories told through a lens were intended as a wake-up call. It seems, to no avail.

David Seymour (Chim) Civilians, Port Said, 1956

OREGON JEWISH MUSEUM AND CENTER FOR HOLOCAUST EDUCATION
724 NW Davis Street
Portland, OR 97209

Wednesday – Sunday: 11 – 4

Chim: Between Devastation and Resurrection

The Magic World of Leonora Carrington

July 7 – October 13,2020

Special events:

Opening Reception this Sunday July 7, 1:30 – 3:00 pm.

Goddess of Surrealism: A Lecture About Leonora Carrington with Dr. Abigail Susik

August 8 | Event starts at 6 – 7pm, Doors open at 5:15pm for reception

The Life and Work of David “Chim” Seymour, presented by Ben Shneiderman

July 21 | Event starts at 2pm – 3pm, Reception at 3pm – 4pm

Endless Pigeons.

· Malia Jensen at The Reser ·

“To be full of joy when looking at an oeuvre is not a little thing.”

~ Jean (Hans) Arp “Jours effeuillés: Poèmes, essaies, souvenirs.” (1966.)

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Full of joy about captures my emotional reaction to Malia Jensen‘s newly installed sculpture at the Arts Plaza of The Reser, her contribution to the many works of art displayed across town during the next weeks in the context of Converge 45‘s Biennial. Endless Pigeons is such a clever sculpture, subversive and learned alike in the way it combines subject, form and a slightly altered utilitarian object for its pedestal.

Malia Jensen Endless Pigeons (2023)

Her commissioned sculpture riffs off one of Constantin Brâncuși‘s most famous works, the Endless Column from 1937. The 98-foot-high column of zinc, brass-clad, cast-iron modules threaded onto a steel spine is part of an installation of three sculptures commemorating Romanian soldiers fighting in WW I. Recently restored after years of neglect, vandalism and governmental condemnation as “degenerate art,” Brâncuși’s sculpture can be visited in Târgu Jiu, Romania. (Actually, this one is the last in a series of endless columns dating back as early as 1918, made of wood, with several others following, two of them around 1928 that are 10 ft and 13 ft tall respectively, and for the first time placed on square pedestals. Both can be seen at the Musee National d’Art Moderne in Paris.)

Constantin Brâncuși Endless Column (1937) – Photo Credit: Mike Masters Romania (CC BY-SA 3.0 RO)

Jensen’s column is not quite on that scale, and the elements consist of eight humongous representational pigeons rather than abstract geometric modules, but I take joy over awe any day.

There is a bit of tongue-in-cheek rebellion towards the giant of art history (or perhaps the fan boys of “famous” art in general) in choosing the lowly bird as a replacement, although “lowly” depends on the eye of the beholder and the context. Watching flights of band-tailed pigeons is inspiring, if only for the noise their bodies make. Wading through throngs of tourists in European cities taking pictures among the flocks is quite the adventure, particularly when enthusiastic photographers enamored with individual birds become a tripping hazard.

The perennial pigeon man at the Louvre, Paris; tourists on St. Mark’s Place, Venice

XL Pigeons elevated to art, with the real thing blithely ignoring the gilded additions to its perch. Town hall roof in Alkmaar, Netherlands.

In Portland, a city that has made the meme “put a bird on it” its own – often accompanied by condescending smirks – putting one bird on top of another shows welcome contempt for what is considered worthy art – or not. Jensen’s sculpture evoked in me such a strong sense of the artist’s love of nature, her desire to show the beauty in the ignored or overlooked, her playfulness in the arrangement of the birds, and her skepticism as to who gets to define “art,” that it simply lifted my spirits.

The size contributes; previous works that offered visions of piled-up birds were smaller and somehow more tender. The current large birds almost beckon you to touch them, feel their ridges and explore their patterns with your fingers, a haptic experience made possible by the sculpture’s accessibility. Their bronze plumage shows plenty of detail with a patina that might soon be altered by chance contributions dropped by avian neighbors from the small urban wetland nearby.

Malia Jensen Small Pile, (2010) Bronze 10 1/4 x 6 x 5 inches

Malia Jensen Endless Pigeons (1923) Details

Birds have, of course, played a major role in art, and significantly so with multiple contemporaries of Brâncuși within the surrealist movement. Leonora Carrrington used them as a frequent motif in her paintings and lithographs, and I found one of my favorite bird paintings ever in the Museo de Arte Moderno, Mexico City, Mexico: Remedios Varo‘s Creation of the Birds.

Left: Leonora Carrington Steel Bird (1974) Lithograph on Paper. Photo credit Sotheby’s.

Right: Remedios Varo Creation des las Aves (1954) Oil, Masonite.

They were a central topic for Max Ernst, who relates his obsession with them to the childhood trauma of losing his beloved pet bird at the time of his sister’s birth. For Ernst, birds became symbols of both victimhood and freedom, used in his art as an alter ego, often representing a rising phoenix from the ashes. (I picked an example that mostly resembled a pigeon, photographed at a Hamburger Kunsthalle exhibition, I believe of the Collection de Menile in the early 2000s, I lost my notes. The other images are from a 1975 book of edgings, Birds in peril.)

Max Ernst Oiseaux en péril (1975) Color etchings – Oiseaux spectraux (1932) Oil on cardboard.

Brâncuși, whose work is frequently referenced by Jensen, was preoccupied with birds as well. He was interested in their movement, however, not the way they looked. His series of Bird in Space representations, seven of them in marble and 9 cast in bronze, takes off the wings altogether, streamlines the bodies and adds just an oval plane for a head. The creatures soar, more akin to rockets, really – here is an example from the Norton Simon Museum in Pasadena, CA.

Constantin Brâncuși Bird in Space (1931)

The artist was also questioning the traditional way sculptures were displayed, on top of a pedestal that signals the artistic value of a piece, aiming at ennobling it, elevating it out of reach in ways that confer the preciousness of the object (or the memories it represents.) His contemporary, sculptor and poet Hans Arp who I quoted at the beginning, was even more opposed to traditional pedestals. (Details can be found here.) He felt they enhanced an aura that separated the experience of art from other experiences we have in our lives, distancing us from the work in ways that had to be overcome. In fact, he loathed the way art, put on a pedestal, glorified people – often the very people who brought disaster upon us, just think of all those sculptural memorials to generals and colonialists.

“Since the time of the cavemen, man has glorified himself, has made himself divine, and his monstrous vanity has caused human catastrophe. Art has collaborated in this false development. I find this concept of art which has sustained man’s vanity to be loathsome.”

Hans Arp “Jours effeuillés: Poèmes, essaies, souvenirs.” (1966.)

Abandoning aloofness in favor of enhancing participatory interaction with the art work was the goal. That included ways of encouraging the viewer to circumnavigate a given sculpture, looking at it from different viewing angles, and not being ruled by a fixed position in space. Employing something more akin to utilitarian objects was also believed to help overcome the distance between viewer and object, given that it was less of a demarcation and more of an invitation given the established familiarity.

Jensen’s Endless Pigeons makes great use of these markers that encourage participatory engagement. Her “pedestal” turns out to be one of those traffic barriers, albeit foreshortened, that tell you to stay in your lane, but here, in welcome reversal, functions as an invitation to cross over line that separates art from everyday life.

Stacked Jersey Barriers

Malia Jensen Endless Pigeons (2023)

The way she arranges the pigeons also invite the viewer to walk around the sculpture, wondering about the balancing act exhibited in that column. I ended up speculating about the single, straight backward looking pigeon: an avian representative of Klee’s Angelus Novus, the angel of history always looking backwards towards the past, although he has his wings straight up, if I remember correctly?

Malia Jensen Endless Pigeons (2023) Detail

Circling the sculpture – although these tracks were made by the machinery that installed it, not the author.

Viewing the sculpture from above somehow enhances the sense that the column is slightly teetering and the birds flapping their wings to attempt balance. There is humor here, some distinct signal that we can’t take everything too seriously, (ARRRRRT, as the inimitable Molly Ivins used to say,) and should not cling solely to depictions of the problems of our times.

But there is also the reminder that not only do we, whether scientists or artists, stand on the shoulder of giants, but that the balance needed to achieve the heights we want is inevitably coupled with trust and cooperation, the whole in need of reliable parts.

Malia Jensen Endless Pigeons (2023) Detail

A column of animals perching on each other is a familiar symbol of the power of solidarity for any child raised in Germany. The Brother Grimm fairy tale The Town Musicians of Bremen relates a story of abused and condemned, aging animals banding together and running away from their farms. With combined forces and a bit of slapstick luck worthy of the Dadaists theory of chance, they get rid of a band of robbers that terrorized the town. The donkey, the dog, the cat and the rooster live happily ever after, wouldn’t you know it. Immortalized by sculptor and Bauhaus Master Gerhard Marcks, the sculpture of their heightened power achieved through mutual aid was placed on the Bremen town square in 1953. (The city, by the way, also houses a museum in his honor that has become noted for exhibitions of modern and contemporary sculpture.)

Gerhard Marcks Bremer Stadtmusikanten (1953) Bronze.

Malia Jensen Endless Pigeons (2023) Detail

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Many of the European artists in the 1930s, when fascists started to move things towards inescapable horror and destruction, showed a renewed interest in nature and its essential value. Hans Arp certainly stressed the importance of unity between man and nature, and many of his sculptures of that era were artistic expressions of those beliefs. One of them, To be Exposed in the Woods, brings me to Malia Jensen’s recent work that is challenging to grasp, in more ways than one. I want to explore it here, because I see a direct link to the work displayed at The Reser. Just give me a minute to set the stage.

To be exposed in the Woods (looking indeed like a partially consumed salt lick out in the woods) came to mind when I thought back over Jensen’s oeuvre Worth your Salt. If you think the pigeons at The Reser are humongous, wait until you grasp what went into the video that Jensen produced starting in 2016. Driven by a sense of a nation mired in divisiveness, a latent disquiet about where we as a country were heading, she turned to nature, hoping for a sense of harmony as well as an embrace of uncertainty and discovery. The artist carved 6 body parts out of large salt licks, with a head that was once again a nod in the direction of Brâncuși or maybe Giacometti, a hand offering a plum, a foot, a breast and a stomach represented by a stack of donuts. (You might have seen that piece at a 2022 show at the Jordan Schnitzer Museum of Art at PSU, reviewed in ArtsWatch here.)

Malia Jensen Worth your Salt (Nearer Nature project, 2018 – 2022) (All project photos and screenshots credited to Jensen’s Website or lecture videos.)

She then needed to find locations across Oregon that would provide access to animals interested in the salt licks, prevent hunters or vigilantes from easily accessing vulnerable pray (private or land trust land desirable), allow her to place multiple video cameras (18!) with motion sensors that would record the wild life, in positions with maximum light effectiveness, and then be able to come and go frequently to exchange the SD cards of the recordings for months on end.

All that required interaction with previously unfamiliar people, traversing stretches of land with populations not necessarily used to environmental artists, and eventually cataloging, cutting and editing the 10s of thousand of videoclips with a team of multiple assistants to braid into a final video of some 6 hour duration. This video was then displayed in carefully selected locations that included rural grocery stores and bars, elementary schools, the research facilities at OHSU, chocolate stores, mental health clinics and son on, in hopes of instilling a sense of harmony in viewers, or at least curiosity about the unfolding displays of nature, and maybe fill some of the emptiness left from exposure to a world that has us reeling and insecure, if not frightened.

Here are some of the images captured by the cameras. Overall the fauna was diverse, turkeys, bobcats, coyotes, deer, squirrels, a brown bear and, yes, band-tailed pigeons! on the coast, all making an appearance.

Malia Jensen Worth your Salt (Nearer Nature project, 2018 – 2022)

The assumption was that it was a fair deal – the animals, gifted with the needed minerals from the salt licks would in turn provide the artist with footage that would allow people to be alert to the wonders of nature, in an age where species are disappearing at an unprecedented clip. In turn, increased engagement for the preservation of nature might be triggered by the awe instilled by observation. At least that is my understanding of the core idea of the project.

Why am I then, despite my admiration for the conceptual richness and the insane amount of work going into all this and the wit instantiated in the donuts, for example, feeling unease about what went on? I think it has to do with the nature of surveillance.

If you yourself go out into nature, photographing nature, or wildlife in particular, there is a shared space, a shared risk, a one-on-one encounter that somehow shapes the relationship between you and the animal. This is particularly true when there is eye contact.

May 2023 Oak Island Loop, Sauvies Island, OR

That precludes, pragmatically, the acquisition of the amount of footage and the diversity of wildlife on display in Jensen’s work, of course. So if we grant license to work with automated surveillance instead, and use salt as a lure to maximize the encounters, then we could argue, ok, they got something in turn. But here is where things shift: when the salt licks had taken on a particularly pleasing aesthetic, they were removed to be cast in glass, themselves becoming objects of art of a more permanent and transactional kind. (This was originally not in the plan.) Will those exhibits still confer the ideas that motivated the Closer to Nature project to begin with? Where the critters cheated out of the rest of their supplementary diet?

The hand and what was left of the head top right.

It is certainly obvious when you hear Jensen talk about the work, that it imprinted on her soul, moving her, sustaining her through the years of pandemic isolation, so I am not suggesting mercenary intentions. And in any case, artists have to make a living and should sell their art. It also likely brought meaning to many of the people who were able to see the video or the casts. It just feels like animals have not been able to escape the impact of human “progress” and expansion, threatened or dislodged from their habitats, burnt, starved or suffocated by the environmental destruction we have unleashed. Now we spy on them in their remaining spots, lured there by promises of years, not months, of NaCl. Not that they care, they wouldn’t know, of course. It is more about introspection into our own ethical parameters that might or might not be violated when we, too, engage the tools of surveillance that many of us so rage about within the power structures where we humans live and move.

Which brings me back, in case you were worried, to the pigeons. I cannot tell if the expressed deep love for nature was always there or was enhanced by Jensen working on the Nearer Nature project. It is clearly on display in her choice of sculpting the Endless Pigeons, no matter how humorous or ironically it is to be received. I also feel that the decision (and, yes, courage in today’s art world) to create something joyful, vibrant, somehow optimistic (as this column came across to me) is potentially the result of having been given the gift of watching harmonious interaction during her video recording. Not all is doom and gloom. Watching deer and coyote peacefully cross paths at night reminds you of that.

I remember photographing this window display in a small shop in France, that added the “lowly” pigeon to the exterminator’s list among the cockroaches and rats, and thinking, “Hah, they’ll outlast the last of us. No matter how we try to prevent them from nesting, feeding or defecating by hammering nails into windowsills or providing netting for the vulnerable buildings, they’ll reproduce!

Pigeons roosting on a French cathedral

Malia Jensen Endless Pigeons (2023) Details

I can only speculate why this sculpture was placed at The Reser. A practical location? A relation to the environment? A counterbalance to Jorge Tacla’s work inside which confronts us with the dark side of humanity? (I had written about his remarkable paintings previously here.) A result of the fact that both artists are represented by Christin Tierney Gallery in NYC? Who knows. The choice was perfect. We need some straightening to navigate the art world and we need resilience to make it through these times. If anything speaks of resilience, it is pigeons! And they bring joy. Not a small thing.

My daily visitors, band-tailed pigeons.

Converge 45: Public Opening Weekend Celebration at The Reser: Saturday, August 26 @ 10:30 am

Malia Jensen: Artist Talk :September 21, 2023 6:30pm at The Reser

SOCIAL FORMS: ART AS GLOBAL CITIZENSHIP

  • Where: The Patricia Reser Center for the Arts, 12625 S.W. Crescent St., Beaverton

CONVERGE 45

  • What: A Biennial exhibition of work by 50 artists in 15 venues across greater Portland, curated by Christian Viveros Fauné
  • When: Opening Aug. 24-27 and continuing with various closing dates through the end of 2023