Beautiful things of late

Winter sensations all around.

The print show at the Yale University Art Gallery contains so much stunning beauty, and for me, a major revelation: Mortimer Menpes, the Australian who made a big career in London. Look at how the light and lines make the water ripple and sway around the piers.

Mortimer Menpes, A Narrow Canal, Vencie, 1912-3

Mortimer Menpes, A Narrow Canal, Vencie, 1912-3

In the age of the Grand Tour, his prints and paintings were wildly popular.

    Mortimer Menpes, The Piazza of St. Mark, Venice, 1910-11

Mortimer Menpes, The Piazza of St. Mark, Venice, 1910-11

The man himself…

Mortimer Menpes, Self portrait, 1916–17

Prints are all about loving the details.  As is high fashion.  The current Downton-Abbey inspired exhibit “From High Collars to Bees Knees” at Connecticut Historical Society is wondrous in the details.

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The 1920s changed the silhouette to simple, straight lines for very thin women.  Connecticut’s Cheney Mills brought French fashion sense to the state, with their fabrics manufactured in Manchester.

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Simple rhinestone embellishments and fresh-as-a-garden fabric.

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How nice for some winter beauty!

 

History repeats?

In a time filled with anti-immigration sentiment and perceived threat, how important it is to remember another similar time in our recent history.  On February 9, 2015-12-16 14.46.401942, President Roosevelt singed an order to incarcerate everyone in the U.S. of Japanese ancestry.  Less than 2 months after Pearl Harbor.

President Obama has resisted temptation to act more aggressively after the recent attacks, and hopefully, he will also remember the lessons of history, to remain strong.  As they say, “act in haste,…”

Officer training program at Yale, 1942.  Photo by Samuel Kravitt.

Officer training program at Yale, 1942. Photo by Samuel Kravitt.

 

 

The Sterling Library at Yale has a small but powerful exhibit of ephemera from Japanese and Japanese-Americans who were interned during the war.  The materials tell the story, often with Yale-related interludes, of the evacuation to the assembly centers, launching points to the war relocation centers, and then the imprisonment for the rest of the war.

One student left Yale for the camps.

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Propaganda pieces were produced to keep anti-Japanese sentiment high.

Look at how the Japanese faces are portrayed in this fact sheet produced by the American Council on Race Relations for use by the media. Talk about playing one type off another.  Yikes!

According to the label, the fact sheet also included “pro-Japanese American testimonials.”  Perhaps this was meant to be a balanced perspective?

 

Not every white American supported the move, just as today, many plead for tolerance toward Muslims, to not blame peaceful, U.S. citizens for what extremists do.

Eugene V. Rostow, a Yale law professor, wrote “Our Worst Wartime Mistake” for Harper’s Magazine in 1945.  He suggested that incarceration had frightening legal implications broader than the immediate.

Caleb Foote produced this pamphlet in 1943, with photographs by Dorothea Lange.  You can see her style at work, really instantly recognizable.

Foote himself was imprisoned as a Quaker violating the Selective Service Act.

 

 

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And this pamphlet from the American Baptist Home Mission Society pretested internment, while also offering services in the camps.  Remember these materials were saved by people who had been interned, so it must have held deep meaning.

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Second generation Nisei were shown as productive Americans in pamphlets like this one.

 

 

 

 

Life in the camps, as remembered by children and adults, was hard work and rough living conditions (after all, the camps were thrown together in a matter of weeks from derelict out buildings).  Internees also showed an admirable resilience and adaptation.  Older adults started gardens in the dry soil.  Children went to school and played pranks, just like anywhere.  How about these boys aiming spitballs at a bobby-soxer girl?  Pretty all-American, eh?

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I love this drawing.  Note the blonde girl seated second to the left.  Apparently, children of those who worked at the camps attended school with the Japanese.  Some of the teachers were conscientious objectors and lived in the camps, too, which I had not heard before. This drawing was made in 1944 and lived on in a scrapbook.  It shows the 4th grade Citizenship class.  All part of the Americanization agenda.

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Nancy Karakane wrote and illustrated an essay in 1943 called “Into the Desert,” which tells the story of Masako’s relocation to Poston.  She gives her white best friend a ‘white trinity cord,’ her most precious possession.  Nancy’s scrapbook went to the Junior Red Cross near the camp, “as a gesture of friendship and understanding.”  From the mouths of babes.

 

 

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The entrance sign for the library.  Moments of beauty in bleakness.  The below shows the reality.  Armed guards in towers, hand drawn in a scrapbook.

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Chalres Erubu “Suiko” Mikami, watercolor of Topaz Valley, UT.   Mikami taught at the Topaz Art School.

Sketch of the barracks. by W. Ogino, 1943

Sketch of the barracks. by W. Ogino, 1943

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Not all the Japanese thought alike about the war, their imprisonment, and their choices.  The new musical “Allegiance” on Broadway addresses some of these political differences and their repercussions.

On December 6, 1942, a protest in the camp at Mazanar turned into a riot in response to a beating of Fred Tayalma by a rival faction member in the camp.  One year after Pearl Harbor, the media caught the story, and you can see how incendiary the headline was.

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Some were finally allowed to fight for the U.S. in the war, beginning in 1944.  26,000 Japanese Americans served, men and women in the Women’s Army Corps.

 

 

 

 

 

Published April, 1974

Published April, 1974

Finally, the exhibit shows the process of the release.  A pamphlet called “When You Leave the Relocation Center” was handed out, along with $3 a day for meals while in transit.  The pamphlet, produced by the War Relocation Authority, provided help on employment, going to school, returning home, and living as ‘aliens’ under ongoing wartime regulations.

In this pamphlet 30 years after the war, the term “concentration camp” is used.  During the 1970s, Manzanar was one camp that received pilgrimages from internees and their descendants.  A powerful book about these experiences is “A Farewell to Manzanar” by Jim Houston, a writing teacher I had about 20 years ago, and his wife Jeanne, who was interned.

 

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Ansel Adams, Mazanar

 

 

A Christmas card in watercolor sent from Poston camp.

Riffs on Art and Quirky Toys and Games

As you know from Artventures! Game, I’m so happy to play with the over-seriousness of art.  One thing we need more of in the world right now is laughs.  So I’m delighted to introduce you to Bjorn Okholm Skaarup’s work currently on exhibit at the Bruce.

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Riffing on Degas.

 

 

 

 

 

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Ingres’ Odalisque

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Sphinx cat and Nefertiti

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just what I needed after a tough day.

Being a game inventor now (really?), I was especially interested in the look at historic Connecticut toys and games today at the Connecticut Historical Society.

I know that you like me can’t wait to play these games!

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In particular, I can hardly wait to play the board game ‘Connecticut’s Great Blizzard’.  Not.  Today, temps reached into the 60s.  Global warming has given us an incredibly mild fall.  Imagine during that first big storm calling out, “honey, want to play the Great Blizzard?”

The game is about getting all your errands done before Snowmageddon.  Really.

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Maybe in the 1980s, people loved just this kind of thing, cuddling up with a big mug of tea.  Would that be more fun than, say, ‘Campaigning for Election’–a game that seems to be about fundraising, too.  Both are a little too Reality-Showish for me.  Hilarious nonetheless.

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I’m getting a sense of my age, because toys from my childhood have hit the historic ranks.  We played telephone, my brother and I.  And with the Erector Set and Silly Putty and Whiffle Ball–all Connecticut-made.

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In that era of gendered toys, I’m pretty sure my brother had a chemistry set.

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We definitely had the toys that teach about the world of work–banks, fire trucks, and peculiarly here, a delivery truck of G. Fox & Co.  Maybe to help children to grow up to aspire to work there?  Or just good ol’ fashioned promotion.

 

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I’ve always found dolls creepy, and this c1902 doll in its underwear is absolutely no exception.  But below may be the first Teddy Bear I have ever found off-putting, this one made by the German Steiff Company.

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Gilbert was a New Haven company

Gilbert was a New Haven company

 

 

 

 

Some toys don’t seem to go out of favor and even become timely again–the Star Wars Pez dispenser heads, Barbie Dolls, and this James Bond Action Figure, strongly resembling the young Sean Connery.

Tough enough for boys, buff enough for girls.

How do you like that ad slogan I just invented?

 

I’ve written before about the Frisbee game invention that started with Yalie’s tossing the Frisbee’s 2015-12-12 14.28.25Pie tins.  What I didn’t know is that the Frisbee was originally called the ‘Pluto Platter’, a tie-in to the craze from Pluto’s discovery.  Which do you think works better–Frisbee or the Pluto Platter?

These hotly-debated questions fill my mind as I curl up with my hippo odalisque.

 

 

 

 

Visual Culture of Slavery

Today’s New York Times includes an editorial calling for a Slavery Monument.  Seems overdue to me.  Is there any space left on the National Mall?  In this moment of deep racial and cross-religious tensions and anxiety, I like the way visual culture invites us to reflect and reframe without panic and distraught emotion.

The Wadsworth Atheneum, its glorious renovation completed, now has an concise and engaging exhibition Sound and Sense: Poetic Musings in American Art.  Every object can be inhaled slowly and thoroughly.

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I was taken with the first Clementine Hunter painting I had seen in years.  Hunter, born just after the Civil War to a sharecropper family, began working the fields at age 12 on a Louisiana plantation called Melrose.  As an older woman, she moved indoors to work as a cook, and that’s when she found discarded art supplies left behind by a plantation visitor.  An artist was born.  “Cotton Picking” from around 1940 tells a direct, unexaggerated story of the poor, black life Hunter knew so well.

2015-12-05 13.23.59Here’s a close up of how she created the cotton balls–a thumb smudge of paint, repeated over and over.  Or maybe she dolloped a blob from the paint tube.  The texture energizes the surface, contrasting the rest of the flatly-depicted scene.

Hunter’s paintings caught the eye of local ‘white ladies’ who paid Hunter a pittance for the works, then turned around and sold them to ‘folk art’ collectors for a healthy upcharge.  Of course, Hunter never received any of these profits.  Because collectors bought the paintings, some have landed in museums like the Wadsworth.

I first met Hunter’s works while visiting Melrose, which markets her, her story, and her paintings as a major tourist draw.  In 1955, when she was 68, Hunter painted her African House Murals on plywood.  The murals were then hung in the African House at the plantation.  She still very much lives through these visceral works.  Go see them if you can.

At the Wadsworth, I also was captivated by William Howard’s desk.  He built the desk during the Mississippi Reconstruction, about 1870, from inexpensive yellow pine and salvaged crate wood.  He hand-carved the desk front, honoring the tools associated with his own history as a slave.

You can probably make out the pistol at center and the pointing hand, as if showing how the work got done–under duress.  You can also see the tableware he created, first for plantation owners, then for freed African Americans.

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As with Hunter, Howard must have been self-taught, leaving us with this top-heavy work desk that’s completely distinctive.  The desk, just like Hunter’s painting, tells a story of slavery and freedom, through a quirky creativity and vision.

What a good reminder for us today, to think beyond the fear and foolishness, to rise above the pain of our histories and present, and to actively work to create a world of new possibilities.

Tech Pleasures

A day in New York museums, and for the most part, the architecture and technology interested me more than the art.  Could have been my mood, but I was more charmed by Frank Lloyd Weight’s building at the Guggenheim than the dreary retrospective of Alberto Burri and uninspired Photo-Poetics.  I can show you more poetry from a cell phone camera.
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Inspiring view in the Guggenheim

My long-awaited visit to the Cooper Hewitt didn’t disappoint.  What fun the ‘pen’ is.  You get the fat, two-tipped device at check-in.
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One end allows you to draw on interactive boards around the museum.

You can see my minimalist genius here.  Some people (read children) were creating meticulous designs.  So it’s possible!

The other tip of the pen selects objects for your own collection, coming complete with text, for later delight.

Once I got the the trick down for making the wand scan easily, thanks to a helpful guard, I filled my basket really full.  Before leaving the museum, I then dropped the pen in a plexiglass case.  The pens are collected by a museum employee who downloads the images to a folder on the website that’s all mine.  And there they all were when I visited the website later!

New meaning to the game I typically play–what one object would you take home from this exhibit or museum?  No reason at the Cooper-Hewitt to stop at one.  Perfect for those of you who live in small spaces or lust after being a collector, but are on a budget.

Masdar Mosque (unbuilt), 2009

Masdar Mosque (unbuilt), 2009

Short red contoured cylindrical form reminiscent of a child's toy top; shallow bowl-shaped seat; pointed base, causing form to sit at an angle.I went nuts for the exhibit of Thomas Heatherwick.  If only the yacht or mosque were brought to fruition.  Every design is worth a study, and videos sometimes demonstrate the magic.

Like Spun the chair here.  Love it, although I think I’d be very dizzy.

 

 

Don’t miss the glass bridge and expanding furniture and the Learning Hub.  Seriously, every one is worth a slow look.

Boat (not Yet Realized), 2011

Boat (not Yet Realized), 2011

Indigo-dyed wrapper patterned with stitched resist. The field has a checkerboard layout of alternating design squares, one containing a pyramid-like shape of stacked lines, and the other a sunburst or snowflake pattern surrounded by dots. End borders have a simple dot pattern. The lines are created by overcast stitching, the dots by simple tie-dye.

African indigo-dyed wrapper

Since I’ve been weaving, I was really attracted to the textiles and patterned papers.  African, and especially the collection of French rococo wallpaper of the Hewitt sisters.

Arabesque with two scenes: one of hunting party of three on horse, the other of landscape with architecture; surround of acanthus scrolls and floral swags. Printed on joined sheets of handmade paper.

Arabesque on handmade paper

Cabinet on stand with floral marquetry veneer. Cabinet fronted by two large doors with brass lock plates that open to reveal twelve small interior drawers, each with brass pull, and one cupboard door with brass lock plate, all veneered with floral marquetry. Long narrow drawer in cornice molding on top. Stand has long narrow drawer with two brass pulls and one lock plate, supported by six scrolled legs with curved stretchers and bun feet with metal casters.

Cabinet on stand with floral marquetry veneer, c1675-1700

And the teapots, fans, bandboxes, inlaid furniture, jewelry, and birdcages the sisters collected.  I like their taste.
Green painted wooden frame with metal wires, modeled after the Rialto Bridge. Intricate wire scrollwork; four doors; two feed cups; hinged panel at either end for removal of trays (trays missing).

Rialto Bridge Birdcage

How about this?  Braille wallpaper.  I was mesmerized and really wanted to touch!
Seemingly irregularly placed red flocked dots which form letters of the Braille alphabet, spelling out the "listen and record" process used in creating this design.

Spells out the “listen and record” process used in creating this design

Okay?  What one object would I bring home?  It would have to be something practical for my small space.  So how about a radiator cover?
Black cast iron radiator (b) in the form of a podium surmounted by an arch forming a niche for a standing draped figure (a) of a woman- the goddess Hebe- holding a Greek drinking goblet in either hand (d,e). A composite entablature is surmounted by a Doric cornice crowned by a semi-circular tympanum. The podium base is decorated with bas-reliefs of columns alternating with Greek vases surrounded by drapery at the lower level and repeated scene of a griffin and man pouring liquid into a bowl in the upper level. The arch itself is decorated with bas-reliefs of rosettes and scrolls on two supporting pilasters with fluted capitals. The tympanum has a bas-relief of an eagle clutching a staff from which springs ribbons bearing "Stratton" and Seymour". Stars decorate tympanum, following the semi-circular curve. Radiator stands on four detachable scrolled legs (f/i). The fender (c) is comprised of grille work formed by scrolls, acanthus leaves and rosettes. Flat circular flue key (j) with stylized foliate handle fits on pipe behind tympanum.

Black cast iron radiator cover with the goddess Hebe- holding a Greek drinking goblet

For the sheer pleasure of a seamless, pleasurable meld of good-looking objects and technology, add the Cooper Hewitt to your list.

Yankee Character and Curiosities

Connecticut Historical Society currently has a crowd-sourced exhibition of 50 Objects/50 Stories.  Community members provided the uncurated objects, and they are on display through the end of the year.  Here’s what stood out for me.

2015-10-13 13.17.50I know sailors had a lot of time on their hands to whittle, create intricate sailor’s valentines out of shells, and carve ivory.  I hadn’t seen anything though that combined that past-time with a game.  This carved walrus tusk has a cribbage board for decoration.  Clever way to provide endless hours of fun, created around 1905vby Harry, a native of Hudson Bay.

 

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Sailors also brought nutmeg back from their travels, and Connecticut became known as the Nutmeg State.  This nutmeg, actually carved wood from the Charter Oak, references a hoodwink pulled by Yankee peddlers.  No problem huckstering the fake nut apparently.  And there’s the other link to the state’s history.  The Charter Oak, a huge, 400-year-old oak in Hartford, was hollow and apparently served as a hiding place for the state’s charter, preserving a measure of independence for the colony.  Due to a storm in 1856, it fell, and remnants show up in intriguing ways like this fake nutmeg.

 

2015-10-13 13.20.15Although I hadn’t thought about it before, now it makes sense.  During World War II, at war with Japan, silk wasn’t available to make parachutes.  But nylon was (sorry, ladies, there goes your hosiery).  Pioneer Parachute Company, still in business in Connecticut providing parachutes to NASA, developed a ‘ripstop’ nylon for parachutes, first tested when Adelaide Gray jumped from a plane in 1942.  You go, girl!2015-10-13 13.20.20

 

 

 

Those courageous women.

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I was part of the ERA push, modeled by my politically-active, lawyer aunt who fought for the ERA in Texas.  Sigh.  What I don’t remember was a suit like this, apparently worn by supporters, along with the banner, in Connecticut.

 

 

2015-10-13 13.20.53I’m pretty fascinated by all things buttons, inheriting a jar of buttons my mother saved from her seamstress mama.  Waterbury was the historical center for button manufacture here, and I love this centennial display of U.S. Button Company’s brass buttons from 1876.  Just gorgeous.

 

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You know I love the quirky.  In Windsor, the springtime shad run (that’s a fish, folks) is now celebrated with the Shad Derby, complete with passing this derby hat on each year to a new festival chairperson.  A tradition since 1970.  Museum-worthy?  Apparently yes!

 

 

 

2015-10-13 13.28.22Yes, that ritual-oddity quirk is part of the Yankee personality, and so is Yankee ingenuity.  In 1821, Sophia Woodhouse patented this Leghorn Bonnet, woven from reeds collected from the Connecticut River.  Women like Maria Francis continued to make the hat to supplement household incomes.  The bonnet is famous enough to be the subject of a satirical poem, also on display at CHS.

 

2015-10-13 13.24.35In the mid 1800s, the West Hartford School for the Deaf and Dumb used these teaching scrolls as a foundation for learning concrete cooking and farming words.  Students would link pictures to the words, later adding more complex, abstract ideas and written paragraphs.  Considered innovative, I think reading learning may be taught the same way now for the hearing, too.

 

2015-10-13 13.28.39Stephen Walkley, Jr, a Southington soldier in the Civil War, was issued this piece of hardtack in 1864.  That it’s intact today suggests a couple of things.  One, it was so awful, Walkley likely ate anything but, and two, it was made to last.  Flour, water, and salt was all it took to make hardtack, used since 1588 by the Spanish Armada.  Civil War soldiers were lucky enough to be issued hardtack dating from the Mexican War 13 years earlier (I guess that’s better than centuries-old hardtack).  Hopefully this piece isn’t infested with any weevil larvae!

 

2015-10-13 13.36.32A different kind of war was fought in the Tobacco sheds in the Connecticut River Valley.  Women would ruin their fingers sewing cigar leaves together, until this sewing machine was invented.  Working in the tobacco sheds was apparently a local rite of passage.  Glad I missed that one.

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Bandaged fingers, a rite of passage

 

 

 

 

 

Witches Dungeon

You gotta love these small, niche museums that are filled with passion and focus.  Like the Witches Dungeon Classic Movie Museum in Bristol, CT.

From the age of 13, Cortlandt Hull knew what he was passionate about.  The son of a Hollywood-set-painter father and seamstress mother, Hull made Zenobia, his first wax movie figure, at 13, embellished by a costume stitched by his mother and jewelry from his grandmother.  And the museum of horror movies was born.

Isn’t her movement wonderful?  I think that’s truly the meaning of special effects!

2015-10-10 19.09.48Seeing how committed Hull was to celebrating the classic horror film, he was given and collected the tools of the trade.  This “life mask” of Bella Lugosi was used for the actor’s makeup tests.  Steven Spielberg didn’t realize the value of his original ET, and here it is.

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And this Golem was used in the 1920 movie.  Wonderful!

 

 

 

 

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Carmilla, glowing in warmth (not), took us through the museum of wax figures, made by Hull throughout his life, his personal tribute to the films he loved.  I’m getting in the Halloween spirit already!

 

 

 

Bella Lugosi as Count Dracula

Bella Lugosi as Count Dracula

The vampire skeleton, safely tucked away in the casket, unless...someone removes the stake through its heart!

The vampire skeleton, safely tucked away in the casket, unless…someone removes the stake through its heart!

The Creature from the Black Lagoon

The Creature from the Black Lagoon

The science experiment gone terribly awry, with "The Fly"

The science experiment gone terribly awry, with “The Fly”

The original Werewolf.  Hull did have some Hollywood help with the hair.

The original Werewolf. Hull did have some Hollywood help with the hair.

Frankenstein

Frankenstein

'The Beast" from the French version.  This costume is sumptuous.

‘The Beast” from the French version. This costume is sumptuous.

Phantom of the Opera

Phantom of the Opera

Four Bitters and a Life Line

It’s the 1870s, and we’re on the coast of Connecticut.  Mystic is a booming ship-building town.  Sailors are wandering the streets, as are people ready to take their money.

I sat me down to listen to David Iler sing Four Bitters.  Not sea chanties.  Those were working songs with calls and responses, to help load and unload the ships.  Just like on the plantations, sea chanties help with heavy lifting.

Four Bitters were sung on board.  The fiddler would be at the forward-most bitter, a big tub for holding blubber.  Yes, we’re talking whalers here.  When not in use, which was much of the time, the four bitters made good perches for the singers and players.

David says not all the songs were rousing.  Some were “pretty” like ballads, some sad, and some were warnings.  Like “Get Up Jack, John Sit Down.”  A ‘jolly rovin’ tar.’

See Jack would be trying to find his sea legs after 90 days sailing from Liverpool to San Francisco, with his $1 a day wages.  He might have appeared drunk, as he got used to being on land again.  With $90 in his pocket, and a meal priced at a nickel, Jack was plenty Jolly, and as a salior, was a Rover.  Sailors were often covered with tar from their work.  Jolly Rovin’ Tar.

The town was ready for the Jolly Roving Tars.  Ready to take their money for drinks all around and for and by women.

Worse, a friendly face might drug the Tar with laudanum.  Rob him?  Sure.  But Shanghai Brown would hire out the job of drugging the sailor, because the knocked-out boy would be ‘sold’ to packet ships that were short of crew, in return for the sailor’s first month’s wage.

The sailor would wake up out at sea, only to realize he was working the first month for no wage.  Impressment was a common tactic for navies and merchant ships.  Packets sailed on a schedule and had to have adequate crews.  Shanghai’s were one risk of being on shore.

These Four Bitters could serve as warnings, but David explained from experience the mad rush to get on shore will wipe away all logic.

(David Iler on his handmade “Dulcitar”–combination dulcimer and cigar box.  Sailors made use of everything.)

Sailors on the whaling ships fared no better.  They divvied up 1/3 of the whale oil profits.  Sounds like that could be okay.  But they were charged for every meal, the tobacco they became addicted to, and the rum.  They often ended up owing the ship money, which meant, yes, another term at sea.

So much for the romance of the sailing life.

2015-09-26 14.34.12Then of course, there were the storms and the shipwrecks near land.  Sailors would practice the life-saving technique of using the life line.

I watched them practice at the Mystic Seaport Village Green, David participating, too.

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They shoot a small rope from a canon that gets tied to the top of the mast rigging (or its stand in here).  Then larger and heavier ropes follow the line to get tied on. These larger ropes can hold the weight of a sailor.

 

One by one, the sailors from the shipwreck climb into the Britches Buoy and slide down the life line to safety.

Winslow Homer. The Life LIne. 1884.

Imagine doing that in the middle of a dangerous storm.  Winslow Homer shows us what that might have been like.

 

Amazing that these wooden figureheads could survive at all. Figureheads at the ship’s prow were meant to ward off evil spirits, and often represented the name of the boat, which is why many were carved as women.  Some even have portrait-like qualities, like this one of Abigail.  Abigail Chandler was this ship captain’s wife.  Imagine her withstanding a storm.

 

 

The full-body figures like Abigail, the Seminole, and girl in white weighed so much as to be counterproductive, and figureheads were soon reduced in size and scale to the head and shoulders.

These figures are so stern looking and fierce, I’d want them protecting my ship!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The “White Girl” probably never sailed.  Not only does she lack color, but that extended hand would be vulnerable at sea.

How did these figureheads survive the winds and the storms?  I learned a secret about how they might have.

A quick visit to the ship’s carving shop and a look at the David Crockett figurehead told all.

The David Crockett sailed around Cape Good Horn several times, safely.  No small feat.  How did the figurehead survive to look so glorious today, complete with that extended rifle?  It’s simple.  The sailors took it down a couple of days out of harbor and put it up again before coming back to shore.  Ah, very smart.

2015-09-26 14.54.31Of course, then the figurehead probably wasn’t protecting the ship, but that’s to consider another day.

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The 1841 Charles W. Morgan was in service for 80 years, making 37 voyages.  Look at how it dominates over the town.  What fun to climb aboard!

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Sloth

Sloth: Exhibition Opening and ReceptionMaybe the Aldrich Contemporary Art Museum curators were being witty with their exhibit-portion of the 7 Deadly Sins.  Seven museums are participating, and I had already enjoyed the thoughtful exhibit on Gluttony at the Bruce.  I was surprisingly unamused by the Sloth exhibit at the Aldrich.

The whole show was comprised of a porch rocker and inside, three recliners in front of tv monitors playing a video of the other museums’ exhibits of the Deadly Sins.  This exhibit was deadly!  Come on, curators!  Just because the exhibit was on sloth didn’t mean they had to be lazy.  What a delicious art historical topic and certainly one for contemporary artists.  A real missed opportunity.

Fortunately, I had already had a wonderful visit to the Storm King Art Center, a place that requires the opposite of sloth.  More than 100 sculptures dot the landscape, over 500 acres of picturesque, upstate New York countryside.  Past visits had me tromping all over the place.

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Today, despite the picture-perfect weather, I slothed out.  I took the tram all over the site.  No, I didn’t see as much as slowly as I would have liked, but my real objective was to get to the Lynda Benglis Water Sources sculptures.  Benglis has always been interested in texture and expressionistic, organic shapes, so she makes a wonderful fit as the featured artist in an environment where the sculptures play off of, complement, intrude, and create landscapes, as you can see in this slide show.

Most of the Benglis outdoor pieces are bronze and were not created site specifically for Storm King.  Some elements were added to North South East West for the site.  Regardless, all I could see was Bernini, especially in relationship to those columns.

Lynda Benglis North South East West 1988/2009/2014-5

Lynda Benglis
North South East West
1988/2009/2014-5

Bernini, Fountain of the Four Rivers, 17th Century, Rome

See what I mean?  That same earthy, crusty, twisting, Baroque sensibility.  I’d love to ask Benglis if she thinks of Bernini, tooi.

You can see how her works fit in the landscape.  All those verticals reaching to the sky.

Lynda Benglis, Crescendo, 1983-4/2014-5

Lynda Benglis, Bounty, 1983-4/2014-5

Sound is an important element for the works, so enjoy a listen in these videos.

Crescendo

Crescendo

 

 

Crescendo actually reminds me of the natural history museum.  A primordial ooze emerging out of the water becoming a dinosaur.  Do you see it, too?

Like most sculpture, you get different impressions by walking around any of these works.

 

This last video of Pink Ladies shows that Benglis is experimenting with materials.  In addition to bronze, she uses polyurethane that she also casts and then pigments.  The poly allows the pink to shimmer in the sun.  It becomes translucent, too.  Mesmerizing and meditative.

With these works, and the lovely day, I enjoyed a bit of slothfulness.

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As a culture, are we slothful?  Inside Storm King’s museum was a small exhibition of the emerging artist the museum has supported–Luke Stettner.   His still untitled work demonstrates how archaeologists may look back at us: ‘Hmmm.  This garbage suggests that back in the day, people valued these gizmos for a moment, before discarding them for the next thing.’

A definite case for recycling!

 

 

A little bit of hope in the impossible

Houdini's stone at his grave was stolen 3 times, so it's on loan here to protect it.

Houdini’s stone at his grave was stolen 3 times, so it’s on loan here to protect it.

 

Although I can’t recommend it, the quirky, magic realist film “Little Boy” put me in the mood for the Houdini Museum in Mew York.  In the film, magic gives an unfortunate boy hope and the ability to believe the impossible, much like Houdini did.

The magic store Fantasma Magic, on the third floor of a nondescript building kitty corner from Madison Square Garden, houses the museum, and John was quite the guide.

 

 

 

2015-08-23 12.51.30He told me about the Substitution Trunk, a trick still in use today.  First, the audience came up to examine the trunk, making sure it was sound.  Then Houdini’s brother was handcuffed, put in a bag, and locked the trunk.  Houdini stood on the trunk and raised a curtain.

When the curtain came back down, Houdini was locked in the trunk and his brother was on top the trunk.

Later Houdini’s wife took the place of his brother.  Regardless, I have no idea how they did this, and John wasn’t telling.

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How did he do it?  Houdini was a locksmith by trade, so he knew little tricks and hid little lock picks.  He knew the handcuffs would pop open when banged against a shin-shaped metal plate that he conveniently kept up his trouser leg.

Soon he was stripped for his tricks.  The naked magician.  Houdini would swallow his picks, yes, really, and regurgitate them once the trick started.  I want to know how he avoided punching holes in his stomach.  Ouch!

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Hand from a seance, used to tap out the answer from the spirit

Hand from a seance, used to tap out the answer from the spirit

After his mother died, Houdini went to seances to contact her.  Finding the mediums to be hoaxes, Houdini revealed their secrets and methods.  He decided to conjure the spirits himself, as part of his magic act.  Different from the debunked seances, his audience knew his work was illusory.  No deception of the heart.  Or so Houdini stated.

John didn’t know how the teakettle related to Houdini’s act, but he told me how Steve Cohen uses it now at the Waldorf.  This ‘Magician to the Millionaires’ asks six people what they like to drink and then pours their preferred drink from the teakettle.  Margherita, Diet Coke, a brandy, whatever.  One after another.  Even professional magicians like John can’t figure out how he does it.  In case you want to catch his act, he’s at the Waldorf on weekends in a suite.

John doing a little magic on me

John doing a little magic on me

 

Probably anyone could figure out how John did the two tricks for me.  I just laughed and laughed.

As I did with this Mickey Mouse magician from the 1950s at Disney World in Florida.  Apparently the only one in existence, John remembers seeing this automaton as a child with his mother.  And now he works where it’s exhibited.  I couldn’t even figure out how it works, although you might be able to in this video..

So I turned to Isabella, feeding her a dollar for my fortune.  Listen to what she has to say here.  (You might also make out the Rena ghost in her window.)

My yes or no question turned up the disappointing response, “ask later.”  Ah well.  Maybe the lucky numbers she predicted for me will pay out.  A little bit of hope in the impossible.

Native Connecticut

I started my Native Connecticut experience today at the Pequot Museum of the Mashantucket tribe.  My first impression was, this is a lot of museum for the experience.  The excess of architecture was even more exaggerated by the long walk through open space–“follow the paw prints”– to the long ramp going down to the exhibits.  I was already a bit visually exhausted.

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Then there were the generic exhibits on the Ice Age, the arrival of the People, tools, medicine, agriculture, you probably know the drill.  And I was the only person for miles.
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When I wandered into the Pequot Village, with its sounds of birds, crickets, and rushing water and the smell of the fire and cedar, everything changed.

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I won’t say I suspended my disbelief enough to really immerse.  After all, there’s something about fake humans that just doesn’t send me.  But this experience was much livelier and more interesting, plus it’s apparently what draws visitors and puts this museum in the ‘gem’ category.

 

 

 

So enter into late summer of 1550, to the uninterrupted, idyllic, daily life of the Pequot.

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­­­­­­­­­­­ My interest was captured by the wigwam.  I liked being able to go inside one and site down to contemplate life is such a small space.  I liked how the newlyweds were shown, 2015-08-06 16.36.14building their new home together.  How they bent saplings to create the structure, then covered it with bark, as you see here.  A vertical log cabin.  No windows, but the People spent very little time inside.

One to two families would share a wigwam, with the hearth at the center and sleeping platforms around the periphery.  The beds were covered with pelts of red fox, mink, skunk (yes, really), and the rare black wolf.  Deer skin would cover the open doorway, and when it rained, the smoke hole was covered with a piece of bark.

No space was wasted, and this wigwam had drying corn, hemp for twine and fish net, snow shoes, antlers ready to make into tools, arrow wood for the shafts of arrows, and a fish spear with a 3-pronged head.

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2015-08-06 16.44.42Until Europeans arrived, there were about a dozen Pequot villages.  With white people and more aggressive Native tribes (that led to the disastrous Pequot War) came fortress-like fences.  At least the Europeans did some trading, bringing bronze tools, pots, and jewelry.

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In the years after, we witness their lifestyle disappearing.  The housing style changed, became Anglicized, as did the clothing.

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I enjoyed the sense of pride of the tribe today, with several galleries devoted to its life today.  The gallery-wide oral histories added a personal touch, too.

So the museum is a funny mix of oooold stuff and new museum technology.  A bit curious.

 

 

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I must admit to being completely puzzled by these items in the gift store.  Expensive at $180, these dresses represent…what?  I don’t want to speculate.

Hmmm.  There’s even one in the front window.  So I’m clearly missing something.

But time waits for no traveler, so I left my puzzlement behind and moved on to the next Native Connecticut adventure–an author reading in the tiny town hall of Voluntown, an event that was part of the Connecticut Authors Trail.  Some people there were serious Trail groupies, traveling around the state to hear local authors speak about their work.  Others, like me, were attracted to this particular reading.

Wabanaki Tribal member Melissa Tantaquidgeon Zobel brings New England Native stories to life with her young-adult/crossover book Wananaki Blues.

This standing room only crowd knew the Tantaquidgeon family, an old Wabanaki name, and many knew Melissa’s great aunt, a revered herbalist (read Medicine Woman).  They oooh’d and ahhh’d about the Tantaquidgeon Museum of “Indian traditions” in Uncasville, which darn it, I learned about too late to visit today.  Thank goodness for tomorrow.  This was a bit of a love fest for Melissa, which was delightful.

Here’s an important bit of hierarchy I learned.  Wabanaki is the umbrella name for all the New England tribes, Pequot, Mohegan, etc.  Waba means east or dawn and naki means land.  So People of the Land of the Dawn.  Nice, eh?

Mona Lisa (yes, really), Melissa’s main character learns about her New England native heritage through the course of the book, while also solving a cold-case murder.  Way to go, Mona!  The book is a chance for us to learn, too, about the woods of the ‘North Land” and the history, mysteries, and culture of these People connected by canoes and toboggans on the superhighway that is and was the Connecticut River.

So much of this is new to me, so I’m adding Wabanaki Blues to my reading list to fill in my Native New England gaps!

 

 

By the Sea

This summer, three Connecticut museums are featuring maritime-themed exhibits, totally unplanned but wonderfully summerish and coincidental.  Today, I had the pleasure of joining one of the curators, Ben Colman, at the Florence Griswold Museum.  You know how much I love to dig into paintings, so I’ll share a few stories here.

This show features paintings from the permanent collection, but predominantly from the Museum of the City of New York, one of my old stomping grounds (where I worked with the Currier & Ives collection).   Ben shared that these paintings give us a window into attitudes toward nature and human-made landmarks, ironic perhaps in paintings about the sea.  First, almost all the paintings celebrate the new technology of steam sailing, whether as a paddlewheeler, ferry, or steamer.

By 1827, about 20 years after steam-powered shipping changed New York forever, the competition was fierce, both for business and the tourist trade.  Steam ship lines were competitive and needed something sexy to attract customers away from rivals.  You gotta love James Alexander Stevens who created an on-board art gallery, long before galleries and museums ever existed in America.

Basically, he commissioned 12 paintings on panels (apparently sturdier than canvas and could withstand rough sailing) for the main cabin of the Albany.  These panels would inform passengers of key sites along the way up the Hudson that they wouldn’t want to miss.  An early, graphical tour map, if you will.

Not-yet-famous Thomas Cole contributed, as did Thomas Birch, with two surviving panels in this show.  Awesome.  In this View of New York Harbor from the Battery from 1827, you might make out Staten Island, Sandy Hook, and Castle Garden at the entrance to the harbor, sites passengers would have seen as well.

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Lots of sailing ships.  Maybe you can just make out the steamer in the rear.  The future is coming.

How much fun the oddball sites are, too, where today, we go, “huh?”  Like Youle’s Shot Tower by Jasper Cropsey, known for his luminous landscapes, but here a darker, early work from 1844.

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What the heck is a shot tower?  Well, this would have been one of the tallest landmarks around, so was quite notable.  A screen would have been placed at the top of the tower, 175 feet high, then molten lead poured through the screen.  The lead would drip through the screen (yes, really), and those drips would then fall 175 feet (yes, really).  By the time they landed, gravity and force would have shaped the lead into shot, or bullets.  Shot towers were essential for early defense.

Here’s the backstory, as if that wasn’t enough of one, that I love.  Cropsey and his colleagues would have gotten their training in Europe, often on what was called a Grand Tour, visiting key sites and for artists, studying in ateliers in Paris and beyond.  Romanticism was the fashionable style, and artists searched for the poetic, the moody, the mysterious, the intense feelings.  In Europe, this meant castles, ruins, historical subjects.

Well, the “wild west” of the American art scene didn’t have any castles.  The shot tower would have been a close substitute.  Note Cropsey’s moody lighting and rich color scheme, evoking a sense of grandeur for what would have been a recognizable necessity, but not particularly an structure of architectural repute.  Fun, eh?

I also like Michael John Boog’s Hell Gate from 1888.

Hell Gate

There’s a lot going on in this painting.  First, note the triangular tower in the mid-ground left.  That’s an arc tower.  In an early form of electric lighting, the tower was built in 1884 for arc lights, which put out incredibly bright beams from each of nine arcs, acting like a lighthouse.  Only problem, the beam was blinding.  Geez.  Substitute one problem for another.

So why do you need a lighthouse-type arc tower there in the middle of that placid scene?  Because it took two dynamite blasts to get it that way.  Talk about your tourist attraction.  Apparently 100,000 turned out to watch the confluence of three bodies of water get dynamited into submission.  Known as a serious sailing hazard since the 1600s, the point where the Harlem and East Rivers converge with Long Island Sound created whirlpools that deviled sailors.  The Dutch word for whirlpool apparently sounds a lot like what the English eventually called it, “Hell’s Gate.”

By the 19th century, sailing was central to moving New York’s economy, and dangers couldn’t be tolerated.  One blast apparently calmed things down, and a second worked on removing the rocks underneath.  This painting shows the view from the Queens side, post blasts, looking at the remaining rock outcropping.  Fisherman might have been the only sailors to complain, as the bass apparently were gone with the booms.

Lest you think sailing was all fun and wondrous sites, there was steerage then, too, particularly for the 200 or so passengers who would endure cramped quarters below for 41 days on a packet ship crossing the Atlantic.  Packet ships carried packages and people, notably from Old Lyme, CT through New York, to London, on a regular schedule.  Sixty affluent passengers could have a state room, but as John Rolph shows in this engraving from 1851, most people would escape the hole for fresh air on deck.

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How much easier daily marine life was for the fisherfolk.  I love this elegant, c1845 painting by Victor Audobon, son of John James, who painting with the same bravura as the Hudson River School, but was never one of the club.  See that same sweep of landscape, dwarfing people as they scuttle about their daily business, here wrestling with fish.  Ah the sea, land, and sky.  Perfect for a summer reverie.  Can’t you just smell it?

 

 

 

Laughing with MAD

As ever, the Museum of Arts and Design is fab fun.  Today, between Parts 1 and 2 of the majestic Wolf Hall, I had time to see the mannequin exhibit.  You think you’ve seen it all, right?

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Designer Ruben Toledo created these mannequins for Ralph Puccini to display jewelry and accessories.  I guess someone decided the figures are pretty fantastic, too, and deserve their day under the lights.

The workshop for assembly

The workshop for assembly

2015-07-05 16.37.16I laughed at the 1988 “Birdland,” first understanding it as bird-brained.  You know, the fashion industry.  Not to be confused with “The Nile,” which references Ancient Egypt.

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You know I loved the plus-sized gal, a compact (to my eye) size 16.  Here’s “Birdie” (what is it with these birds?) from 1999.

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Another new show at MAD features mid-century and contemporary women artists.  Vivian Beer combines two of my favorite design forms of shoes and chairs –well somebody has to! — with “Anchored Candy No. 7” from 2014.  Yes, that’s automotive paint in hot red.

 

 

And Eva Zeisel’s “Belly Button Room Divider” out of ceramics from 1957 did it again. Another belly laugh with MAD.

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Caught my eye,

the contrast of the quiet observer and the manic mannequin:

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and the mannequin in architecture:

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Off the Wall with Color

Julie and I postponed our trip to Storm King because of the rainy weather, so we stayed in Connecticut to visit The Bruce and Aldridge museums.

Hans Hoffman, Mosaic Mural, 1956

Hans Hoffman, Awakening, 1947

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Bruce features a voluptuous exhibit on Hans Hoffman right now, where you can scoop the paint and eat it right off the canvas.

Gabriel Schachinger, Sweet Reflections, 1886

Oh, that might be Gluttony, one of the seven deadly sins not being shown at the Bruce (seven regional museums are tackling the sins).

There, it’s Pride.  In a tightly curated show of prints and paintings from the last 500 years, Pride is dissected in ways you may not have thought about before–not just pride in the body, but pride in landscape, drawing in the hubris of ‘man over nature’.  And the vanitas of pride about possessions–you can’t take it with you.

How is the story of Adam and Eve about pride?  The Bruce attempts to make sense of that.

 

The Aldridge features several contemporary artists making site-specific installations, including the works that inspired their own creations.

My favorite came from B. Wurtz.

The quotidian.  Three walls of aluminum cooking pans that he has painted.  Turn a pan over, and you may notice the stamped-in pattern on the bottom.  B. Wurtz has painted the pattern in acrylic, then arranged the pans on the wall.  You can get a sense from the above.  I was mesmerized.

Like Hoffman, we have color leaping off the wall…with very pleasing patterns, replicated without repeating, along the huge open space of the gallery.  Love it!

Turkish artist Elif Uras now lives and works in New York.  She brings traditional Turkish pottery-making methods to contemporary subjects in funny ways.  We have the reference to ancient Greek red-and-black pottery with the style and its figures.  But instead of fighting the Trojan war, they are vacuuming or talking on the phone.

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Gorgeous technique, with in-this-moment social commentary.  Just like those Greeks, the ancient enemy of the Turks.  And she celebrates women–women’s labor, women’s form, and women’s artistry.  A must see.

In the salute to Off the Wall is Virginia Poundstone.  Flowers are clearly one of the most popular art subjects ever.  But you’re not likely to see a mammoth flower coming off the way quite so literally as it does in its two-story incarnation at the Aldridge right now.

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Color coming off the wall?  Not bad for a drab day!

 

 

 

Politics and painting, and so much more

George Caleb Bingham, Jolly Flatboatmen, 1846

George Caleb Bingham, a mid-19th-century, self-taught American artist, was also a state senator from the new state of Missouri.  His wonderful “Jolly Flatboatman” can be read as a political document.  Bingham advocated for Congressional funding to develop the Mississippi River.  See, the river was wild, and in order to access all those western resources, the river needed to be ‘improved’.  Man over Nature, and all that.

So here we see a placid, wide Mississippi River and a boat sailing easily into a future full of riches in them thar hills.  These men don’t have to work hard, as if the West wasn’t quite as dangerous as Eastern investors feared.  Everyone could dance for joy.  That is, if the river was cleared and re-routed as needed.

Landscape, Rural Scenery, 1845

What the current show at the Met also shows is the development of an artist.  His early awkward scenes, like this one, show his lack of training.  Here, we see its monstrous Hudson-River-School-inspired plants and trees dominating the scene all out of proportion and the blatant use of red to draw our eye to…a piece of laundry.  Hmmm.

But in that same year of 1845, Bingham begins his remarkable series of Mississippi and Missouri River scenes and becomes an art star in the Art Union, putting reproduction prints in the hands of the middle class everywhere.

The exhibit also demonstrates his method, which starts with intricate drawings until he gets the face and pose just right.  Then he lines up the drawing and his canvas to accomplish his planned composition and basically retraces his drawing until it transfers to the canvas.  At least, that’s the sense I could make of the description on the wall label.

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He also could make a drawing on one side of a thin page (as above), put it by a window, and in its light, trace the reverse, to voila, reuse the pose in another work.

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Storyteller, study, possibly 1849

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Wood boatman, 1850

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Skillet-beater, 1857

 

I was mesmerized by the beauty of these drawings, so much more subtle and sophisticated than his paintings full of types.  The curators explain this, too.  The Bingham brand sold better, especially in the eastern U.S. and Europe, with these rougher types.

He reused favorite characters and compositions again and again.  Like Gilbert Stuart and his portrait of George Washington, these were Bingham’s dollar bills.

My favorite painting in the show is just such a recycled character, “Mississippi Boatman” from 1850.  Note the much better use of attention-grabbing red, now drawing our eye to this riverman’s grizzled features.  I’d love to break bread with this man, since he clearly has seen a thing or two.

Taxpayer dollars rescued (as in purchased) the discovered drawings, now lent to this exhibit by “The People of Missouri.”  Bingham, who served these same people, would surely approve.

Chast on aging

Chast-BWThe International Festival of Arts & Ideas has unleashed on New Haven again, and on this second day, Penny and I stood in a loooooooooooong line to get in to hear Roz Chast talk about Memoir and Cartoons.  Of course, she told the story of her aging parents through images and her award-winning graphic novel Can’t We Talk About Something More Pleasant? 

Check this out for a taste.

There is some genius in the book, as evidenced in the Q&A that followed.  People suffering through the passing of their parents commented on how much the book helped them, more than anything else they had found.  Chast does pull apart all the complexities of thoughts and feelings at this fragile time through the simplicity of line drawing.  It is brilliant, funny, sad, uplifting, wistful, and true, true, true.

I especially loved hearing how she got started as a New Yorker cartoonist in 1978 and laughing along with the throngs at her truthful twists on tropes.

Like this one:

 

and…

plus:

and her commentary on values:

For all her success, Chast comes across as nice, self-aware, and self-deprecating.

Asked if her parents understood and appreciated the humor in her cartoons, she said they were so proud of her.  Very Jewish-y parents.

 

Separately she told the story of how her father interpreted this New Yorker cover she did.

She was showing the evolution of ice cream.  He thought is was about a doctor telling people all the bad things they shouldn’t eat.  Very Jewish-y parents.

 

 

 

 

I leave you with this bit of wisdom from Chast:

Seize the day!

 

Frida in Nature

How inspired of the New York Botanical Garden to make their theme this year center on Frida Kahlo.  Her paintings make surreal use of nature, with dense natural settings, humans morphing into plants, and loads of birds, insects, and animals.

The exhibition at the Library explains how hybridity in Kahlo’s work refers not just to this crossbreeding between plant and human-animal, but also to Mexico’s dual ethnic heritage (Native and Spanish).  She cleverly blends all the themes in her 1931 portrait (above) of Luther Burbank, known for hybridizing plants.

Flower of Life from 1944 brings in Kahlo’s interest in depicting sexuality, with its red angel trumpet flower and Mexico’s native poinsettia.  Can you read her references?

Kahlo was known for her self portraits, and this show features one of her most famous: Self-Portrait with a Thorn Necklace and Hummingbird.  With the bloody spots and dead bird at her neck, no one would describe Kahlo as subtle.  Yet her color palette and brazen display of personal experience never fails to compel me to look and look and want to know and try to understand her.  And maybe her pet monkey, too.

Contemporary artist Humberto Spindola pays tribute to another famous positing, Two Freda’s.  It’s a 3D installation that can come even more to life as performance art.  Two women pose as the painting’s figures, while wearing the tissue paper and bark recreations of the native costumes Kahlo favored.  The tissue paper and bark are also not a terribly subtle to Kahlo’s simultaneously fragile and tough nature.  Alas, no one was performing when I was there; hopefully, you’ll get to see it.

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As ever, the Botanical Garden also converts its displays over to the theme.  The candy-like Conservatory building is full of Kahlo’s environments, ranging from desert to rainforest, from arid cacti to verdant moistness.  Being immersed here, we can see and smell and hear what Kahlo saw, smelled, and heard.

 

The artist's studio

The artist’s studio

 

Frida's color palette

Frida’s color palette

 

Enjoy these slide shows until you can get there in person.  What a charmer!

The arid desert

 

The lush rainforest

 

Surprise Whimsy and Delight

Carolyn and I visited the Yale Collection of Musical Instruments and what a surprise this place is.

Russian Bassoon

 

Yes, there’s your basic snake-headed, 1820s Russian bassoon and of course, the bell in the shape of a carp.  You can see those, well, just about nowhere else in the world, I imagine.

This carp-shaped bell apparently has an “ugly” sound when rattled

Who wouldn’t be enchanted by this peacock instrument from South India?  You play it by sitting on the floor by the peacock, resting the long tail of the instrument on your shoulder to accompany women’s dances.

You know I love a good connection to Connecticut history.  Today, we learned about the old Connecticut woodworking tradition and its intersection with woodwinds.  Yes, those Colonials and early Nationals loved their fifes, flutes, and clarinets.

Here's your instruction manual, so you can learn to play

Here’s your instruction manual, so you can learn to play

In the 1750s, a German wood turner immigrated to New York and worked in the instrument trade.  By 1800, the first ad for instruments by a professional firm appeared in a Hartford newspaper.  Clockmakers, written about in this blog post, also turned their hands to instrument construction.  Hopkins spent ten years from 1828 to 1838 making woodwinds as well as clocks.

Curator Susan Thompson, herself an oboist, told us that woodwinds were played at home for pleasure, to accompany socials and dances, and in military bands.  The violin was the most popular home instrument, but flutes were right up there.

Elephant calling bell

 

The bells collection was ear-opening for me.  I hadn’t really thought about this, but surely, we all need a bell to call in our elephants.

And we have the 19th-century Queen Elizabeth I bell.

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Queen Elizabeth 1 bell

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The anonymous figure bells are just charming, too.  Here’s an English, 19th century bell.  Can’t you just hear the homemaker calling in the hoards for lunch?

And this lovely little Art Nouveau bell by H. Pernot, c1900.  Sweet!

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My favorite was the Devil’s Bell.  I’m not sure if we’re ringing to summon or repel the Devil.  Hmmm.

 

 

 

 

Now to the category of gorgeous.

What about this 1702 German-made guitar by Joachim Tielke, celebrating love?

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a close look at the side, with its French sayings about love

And this dreamboat of a harp from around 1850.

We called him the dreaming Prince

We called him the dreaming Prince

 

16th century Italian lute

1785 Lute-Guitar by Jean Charles

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2015-05-27 14.09.21We got a wonderful tour of the keyboard collection from mezzo-soprano Kelly Hill, doing a multi-year internship here.

She explained that keyboards make sound from either pipes or strings.

She then demonstrated how this Chamber Organ works.  You either pump the pedal or have an able, likely child, assistant pull on a leather strap on the side to activate the bellows that project the notes.  You can also change the tone of the sound by shifting from “diapaison” or organ sound to “flauta” or flute.  Kelly wasn’t able to demonstrate that, but you can see how it works clearly below

 

Kelly pulls on the strap to depress the pedal, which operates the bellows

Kelly pulls on the strap to depress the pedal, which operates the bellows

To change the tone

To change the tone

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She then took us through the development of the stringed keyboards, from the relatively simple clavichord to the much more complex harpsichord.

The clavichord was home or rehearsal-type instrument, because its sound is muted.  Kelly asked us to imagine Bach with his household full of children.  He could play the clavichord without upsetting sleep patterns.  And it was the flirtatious instrument, as the gentleman caller would have to sit quite close to the lady playing in order to hear properly.

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Kelly pulled out pieces from this ornate and intricate harpsichord, with its double keyboards that generate more sound.  We then examined these pieces, including a plucker made from a crow’s quill.  See it here?

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Plucked stringed instruments first gained popularity because of the love of French and Italian lute music.  The development of the harpsichord then opened up concert-level performances.

By the way, the regular keys are black and the minor keys are in white on many of these early instruments.  Why?  Well, you start with your wood key, and yes, this could warp, which would mess with your playing.  Then you covered it with either ebony or ivory.  If ebony was less expensive, then you used it for the majority of the keys.  Makes sense.  Early on, the number of keys and the color of the keys were not standardized.  What was important was the ’emotion’ of the sound.

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When pianos came in, particularly in Vienna, you get early experiments with the upright piano.  What about this gorgeous swan-headed pyramid?

 

 

 

There are many treasures in this collection, so you’ll have to visit in person or go to the informative website to learn more.  I’ll leave you with my favorite — this 1591 Flemish, ‘mother-and-child’ Virginal.

The oldest instrument in the collection

The keyboard on the left can actually slide out, to play elsewhere or to stack on top of the keyboard on the right for double-keyboard playing.  The mother-and-child keyboards also invite duets.
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The decoration is adorable.  Kelly explained that for artists, decorating an instrument was not a top drawer commission, and the painters remained anonymous.  So often the makers of the instrument would find buddies in the tavern to come work on the decoration in their spare time.  Many hands might decorate one instrument.  Still this one comes together and tells a fun musical story.

The satyr Pan challenges Apollo to a musical duel.  Pan was known for his flute playing, but Apollo was the chief musician of the gods.  This was some challenge.  They needed a fair and wise judge and chose Tmolis, the god of mountains, since mountains were the ultimate of wisdom.

Well, birds sang when Pan played, but ladies swooned with Apollo.  King Midas sides with Pan as the better performer.  Not so wise, as Apollo gave him donkey ears, which you may be able to make out alongside his crown.

Who won the contest?  That hardly matters.  We all do when the music plays on!

Heritage Weekend

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On this crisp spring day, Wethersfield had its local Memorial Day parade, but what’s that?  A fife-and-drum corps and Revolutionary War soldiers marching alongside the Cub Scouts and Rotary?  Just who is Colonel John Chester that his name should appear on these drums?

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These are big questions, and there are no easy answers.  But I can assure you that today in Historic Wethersfield was almost completely about the Revolutionary War, marked through its annual Heritage Weekend.

You’ve seen it all before.  You know, the troops line up opposite and shoot each other like ducks in a carnival game.

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Women write in their diaries with lamp oil for ink.

Your pouch can get repaired by the leatherman, who adroitly works two needles at once.

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The cannon is shot periodically with a woman to help load.

 

 

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The apothecary will entice you with his curious tools.

And there are the horses from the Dragoons.

 

 

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The day was perfect for spinning outside.

And refreshments over the open field fire.

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All the stuff you encounter all the time.

Before heading off to do my duty at the Hurlbut-Dunham House though, I became entranced with the minuteae of the militia.  That is, the clothes.

I admit I didn’t know the difference between the militia and the Continental Army.  Now, shwew, I do.

A militia men saluting the soldiers on parade

A militia men saluting the soldiers on parade

Membership in the militia was mandatory for all men from age 16 to 60.  Wow.  This wasn’t a draft situation.  You just did it.  Or else.  If your town or village was threatened, your militia did its duty.  Read, Lexington and Concord.

If you really like taking on the enemy, then you made your job the Continental Army.  Like our Army today, participation was a choice, and you got paid to fight.  You marched and marched and marched to wherever the next skirmish or battle took place.  You want to see the world, you join the army.  Defending your home?  That’s when you stay at home and do the militia.

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Now everyone in that period was a farmer.  If you were a lawyer, you were a farmer, too.  So when called, you put on your very best coat to go fight with the militia.  Why?  We don’t know.  But the consensus here was that if you were killed, then you looked good doing it.

A militia officer in his fine blue coat, gaiters, and gorgette

A militia officer in his fine blue coat, gaiters, and gorgette

Most men wore shoes, then added matching-colored leather gaiters over their pants, so they looked like they were wearing boots.  The officers wore boots.  The gaiters helped when wading through mud, too.

Officers got the extras.  Whether in the militia or in the army, officers wore a gorgette.  This metal piece was a remnant from medieval fighting, when knights flung themselves at each other on horseback attacking with spears.  The metal was placed at your throat to protect it from piercing. Yikes!  So it’s a piece of armor.  Here and then, it was honorary and a signifier of status.

Note the red sash and red ribbon on his hat

Note the red sash and red ribbon on his hat

Officers also wore red, like the ribbon on this Adjutant’s hat. What’s an adjutant?  A secretary.  A great way to keep the older officers’ knowledge and experience in military combat.

And the sash.  Oh my.  The sash was red, not for visibility as I guessed, but in case the officer was wounded in battle.  The sash was long enough that his attendants could open it up and carry him away from the action on the sash as a stretcher, and his blood wouldn’t show.  We wouldn’t want to panic the soldiers.

Well, no, but surely, the soldiers could figure out what it meant when the red sash was unfurled, and their officer was carried off the field of battle.,

This officer is part of the Sons of the American Revolution (SAR).  He’s been doing his genealogy and has traced it back to 600 C.E.  I can go back about 125 years and am delighted to do that.

Anyway, the SAR in Connecticut existed a full year before there was a DAR–Daughters of the American Revolution.  During that year, 88 women were members of the SAR.  I like that idea much better than the segregated groups that have emerged and entrenched.

Now, there’s even a Children of the American Revolution.  These children are also DAR or SAR, but as children learn the how to’s of their ancestors.

Ah, we’ve answered one big, burning question.  Those children marching in today’s parade were CAR, building their skills, so some day, they can shoot muskets and cannons at each other.  Long live the traditions!

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Even the tradition of, yes, the red onion–developed here and traded out of Wethersfield’s working waterfront.

Playin’ it Zany v Safe

While standing in line

While standing in line

The new Whitney Museum building.  I visited today and glad I didn’t go on a weekend.  The lines were long, the galleries were crowded.  Is it worth it?  Here’s my assessment.

I wish the architect/Whitney decision-makers had the courage to do something other than the contemporary art museum factory.  In the mold of MoMA, this place has no personality, with its concrete floors, color-coded walls, and standard museum installation and lighting
Is the work well served?  Yes, I would say so, but its greatest hits mentality doesn’t distinguish itself as did the vision of its wealthy and visionary artist/founder–Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney.  Even less than at the Breur  Building, there doesn’t seem to be room for the quirky, the discovery.

Robert Henri, Gertrude Whitney, 1916

Yes, there’s lots of room to show more work, which is wonderful.  An artist new to me is placed next to a well known work.  It all feels very carefully…curated.  Charming, it is not.  Fresh, it is not.  Bland?  Yes, even with the great works, that’s how I would describe my experience.  Not bad.  No, far from bad.  Just very safe.
Joseph Stella, Brooklyn Bridge, 1939

Joseph Stella, Brooklyn Bridge, 1939

Agnes Pelton, Untitled, 1931 she is new to me, and we are invited to view the work in light of Stella's masterwork

Agnes Pelton, Untitled, 1931
She is new to me, and we are invited to view the work in light of Stella’s masterwork

George Tooker, The Subway, 1950

George Tooker, The Subway, 1950

Louis Guglielmi, Terror in Brooklyn, 1941 Earlier than Tooker's stunning work

Louis Guglielmi, Terror in Brooklyn, 1941
Earlier than Tooker’s stunning work

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The architecture itself has some fun elements, like the terraces on each upper floor, with their good views.  I particularly like the view of this terrace.
The stairwell gives you an interesting industrial view.
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And I had a fun meal at the Studio Cafe on the 8th floor.  The toasts are the quirkiest thing in the building.  I had the brocollini, glazed carrots, and smashed beans with shaved provolone in toast.  Delish.
Definitely not anything rotten there, like at the theater.  “Something Rotten” is as self-consciously zany as the Whitney is tame.  If you love Shakespeare or American musicals, or better yet both, you will definitely get a supreme kick out of the clever silliness and silly cleverness of the word smithing and musical numbers in this new show.

Brian d’Arcy James and Heidi Blickenstaff in “Something Rotten!” Credit Sara Krulwich/The New York Times

What fun to see Brian D’Arcy James do comedy and be so at ease and charming with it.  Christian Borle’s ticks, which I normally can’t stand, work fine here as the rock star, egotistical Shakespeare.
Definite shades of “Shakespeare in Love” and “The Producers” don’t get in the way at all.  After all, wasn’t Shakespeare the ultimate thief?  The more references you catch, the more fun you’ll have.
We, in the audience, wondered which Tony voters would choose as the best–“Something Rotten” or the gorgeous “American in Paris“–apples and oranges if there ever were.  Fortunately, you don’t have to choose.  Get thee to the theater!