Imitations, Fakes, Forgeries, Play on

2014-04-19 10.51.55It’s spring.  So spring!  The flowers are fragrant, and the sun is laughing.

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That means it’s time for a day trip.  And today, I met Alice in Springfield, MA to take in the museums there.  Two special exhibits and Dr. Seuss beckoned.

What drew us to the D’Amour Museum is the exhibit closing next weekend, “Intent to Deceive: Fakes and Forgeries in the Art World.”  It shows the pieces of five known forgers working in the twentieth century through today.  Alice was already familiar with the Vermeer forger Han van Meegeren.  She told me that at one time there were thought to be 100 Vermeers.  Thanks van Meegeren!  Now we’re down to about 35.

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I particularly like this one, “Girl with a Blue Bow.”  It’s a great example of how van Meegeren grew the Vermeer oeuvre.  It’s pretty convincing.  Vermeer loved the yellow jacket with white lace, using a similar fur-lined jacket in several paintings.  And of course, there’s the glistening pearl earrings.  Alice commented that Vermeer didn’t do portraits like this.  Another forger in the show created his version of “Girl with a Pearl Earring,” which was never intended to be a portrait.

 

 

 

John Myatt substituted the face of an English pop star for Vermeer’s model.

 

Elmyr de Hory is plentifully featured in the exhibit, with works that he signed as the artist he forged (easy marks like Dufy and Matisse), and works that he signed as Elmyr, after he’d be caught.  He had become enough of a celebrity at that point, remarked the New York Times, that his fakes had value in and of themselves.

Here’s his darn good “Odalisque,” painted in 1974.

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I was reminded of a show I saw last weekend at the American Folk Art Museum, called “Folk Couture: Fashion and Folk Art.”  For such a small space, that museum is still putting on inspired shows.  This one looks at the fashions inspired by “folk art,” ranging from quilts to carved wood figures.  Aren’t these inspired pairings?

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The other exhibit Alice and I saw today also showed inspiration from established sources.  The Smith Art Museum has a “steampunk” exhibition of “humachines” called “Re-Imagining an Industrial City.”  You’re thinking steam…whaaat?  I know I was.  This was a really unexpected exhibit of artists’ works made in the last year that look at a kind of science fiction future.

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Here’s one sparked by H.G. Wells and his “Time Manchine,” which turned on and off and whirred and grrred.  Just fun.

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Jules Verne, Thomas Edison, and Nichola Tesla were just a few of the other sources.  Inventive and original plays on the time-honored culture.

So I leave you with a bit of Dr. Seuss, a famous and beloved resident of Springfield.  The park with these sculptures comprises the courtyard bounded by the Springfield Museums.  A day full of questions and wonder and a breath of spring!

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Charmed, I’m sure

Today in New York was a compilation of charming events.   No other particular theme, but lots and lots of charm.

2014-04-02 10.18.14The Transit Museum has a juried show of quilts commemorating the 100 birthday of Grand Central Terminal.  Each one is an eye blower, filled with buttons, bows, blocks, clocks, clocks, and more clocks.  A charming celebration of a most glorious building.

“What a treat!” exclaimed a man who wandered in.  “You never know what you’ll see here” (meaning NYC).  Others oohed and ahed over the workmanship in the pieces.

The quilt makers all had to work with at least one of four fabrics created by The City Quilter and cover at least 25 per cent of the surface with the selections.  So you’ll see a kind of consistent look among these glories.

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On a happy high, I had time to make it to the Brooklyn Museum.   I managed to show up on the day of the press tour for the show I really wanted to see : Judy Chicago’s early work.

So I went to the other exhibits, hoping to outstay the press.  The Civil Rights show is really worth a see.  Yes, there are the familiar, painful photographs and a hummable sound track.  But I appreciated seeing how artists commented on race and despair and anger and hope.

Themes like Politicizing Pop and Black is Beautiful and Beloved Community put some structure on the installation.  I found myself responding to Norman Rockwell’s “New Kids in the Neighborhood,” which he did for Look because the Saturday Evening Post didn’t want his social commentary works.

And while several of the artists depicted the importance of education, Charles White’s iconic “Awaken the Unknowing” is the most lyrical and powerful.

I also really like the anger in Robert Indiana’s “Confederacy: Alabama” from 1965.  More pointed than most of his work.  The video of Nina Simone performing–amazing.

I did leave with mixed feelings.  The hope the exhibit leaves us with and a wondering at our blithering politics since, which hasn’t accomplished anything close to 1964.

Then I surreptitiously walked through the rest of the museum, working my way to the Feminist Wing, where the Chicago “Dinner Party” and the special exhibit is.  What happened was symptomatic of my charmed day.  By standing at one corner of the “Dinne

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r Party,” I could see and hear Chicago herself leading the press on a tour.

Then they walked right by me, and as she passed, she said, “hi. “. I said, “hi.”  Me at my most gracious and articulate.  Impressive, eh?  Not even a “charmed, I’m sure…”

Here is the best picture I dared take of the pixie-ish and stylish artist.  Her back, of course.  I

just couldn’t muster taking a picture when she was facing me.

 

Courage is what the working girl in the 1930s had to have, to endure the sexual harassment in the workplace. “London Wall” playwright John Van Druten handled this and the serious lack of options single women had then with a light touch and sure sense of modern justice.  Oh, and this was produced by Mint Theatre, which revives period plays that have been overlooked.  This one is a corker.  The play started slowly, but the third act is a refreshing whopper, all painted with a most charming brush.

My second celebrity brush of the day came with the ever-charming Dick Cavett.  One of the key players of my second show “Hellmam vs McCarthy,” about the famous literary slugfest between Lillian and Mary, after McCarthy’s appearance on Cavett’s show.

In the New York Times, Cavett quipped that he wasn’t the first choice to play himself, and the House Manager said everyone associated with the show is in love with him.  I got to the theater so early that I saw him arrive and share cheery greetings around.  Woo hoo!

The show was pretty good, too, with Cavett as a quasi-narrator, doing his folksy schtick along the way.  Afterward, he answered questions, keeping everyone in their seats for 15 more minutes.

So New York will do this sometimes–toss you a cookie.  It’s all pretty charming.

One of the Faberge eggs made by artists, placed around town; this one is at Grand Central Terminal

One of the Faberge eggs made by artists, placed around the City; this one is at Grand Central Terminal

Adding up the moments

Today, like everyday, was made up of moments.  Will they add up to anything?  You tell me.

The Met Museum has opened its season of new shows, and I think I hit them all.  Just for moment.  No reading the text, no lingering, because nothing really sang to me.  And that’s more than okay.  Just soaked in some beauty.

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Before my show downtown, I caught a moment on a swing at Molly’s Cupcakes.  Creme brûlée cupcake and espresso on a swing.  Oh yeah!
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Caryl Chirchill’s play “Love and Information” is all about moments, literally.  In 100 minutes, 57 plays are performed.  Some felt like haiku, a phrase overheard on the street.  Others lingered long enough for some philosophy or a conundrum.  Some didn’t make any sense.  Others went for an easy laugh.

Some juxtaposed the obvious with the less so:  the exhausted Elvis and Liberace impersonators discussing Israeli-Palestinian relations in the bar over a drink; the clowns getting dressed in their outrageous costumes while figuring out whether to have an affair; the woman in a gown and a tuxedoed man awaiting their performance dissect the tensions in a friendship that source from mathematical theory and the psychology of the self.

I especially loved the playlets with one sentence of dialogue with an actor reaction.

“Maybe you could read them a story.”

The response–a tear.

The bride and groom on a bench.

“There’s wind surfing or swimming with the dolphins,” she says.

He turns very pale and away from her.

Language is a Churchill forte.  The dialogue is broken, overlapping, characters completing each other’s sentences.  The scene with four actors inventing stories out of a translation of the Chinese characters for girl, mountain, and door reminds me of games we played in college or a self-conscious writer’s workshop.  Gaminess both works for and against the overall effect.

The stage set is a simple box with a Sol Le Witt-style grid.  There seems to be no way on or out, so that the actors are enclosed, cocooned, trapped.  Darkness ends each playlet, interrupted by a box outlined in bare light bulbs around the vertical plane of the stage.  Loud sounds sometimes relate to the next scene, sometimes not.  Altogether, an intriguing game-like framework.

Yet at times, the show feels like acting exercises or the playwright’s experiments that should have been edited out.  But who edits Caryl Churchill?

Still, the acting, mostly in duets, is delicious, the sets magical, and the seeming randomness does add up to something–a meditation on information that is meaningless when pursued for its own sake, secrets, memory (both spectacular and faulty), and the pain that comes from closing ourselves in to our own importance.

Life is made up of random encounters and impressions that seem to be speeding up every moment.  This over-stuffed play and this day left me a bit breathless.

It only takes a moment to pause and reflect…

A Bierstadt Moment

The Mattatuck has several wonderful exhibits right now, calling for your attention.

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Alex Katz works from the Whitney, with my favorite–the self portrait on aluminum, standing up center gallery.  Isn’t he a charmer?

 
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The contemporary photo-realist landscape paintings by Charles Yoder are the perfect compliment to the wonderful Albert Bierstadt show.  Yes, Yoder works from photographs, then blows up the image in oil.

Moonlight.  Shadows.  Eerily beautiful.  Familiar.  Other-worldly.  Meditative.  Awe-inspiring.

To be awe-inspiriing was one of the goals 175 years ago for Hudson River School painters like Bierstadt, and this exhibit is about how he used photography as inspiration, too.  Hunting for good locations and images for his brothers’ photography business (they made and sold “3D” stereoscope images), he would often paint the scene, in his burgeoning Romantic mode.  These paintings are from his New England period, while he was in his late 20s and early 30s, before the great and huge Western US images that made him so famous.

I think he’s already yearning for the West.  Here’s my art history moment for the day, shared during my visit with the Mattatuck curator Cynthia Roznoy in our catch-up chat.  The show features two paintings of one location, very exacting as you can see.  One was painted in 1862, the other 1868.  So during and before the Civil War.

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Albert Bierstadt, Mt Ascutney from Claremont, NH, 1862

 

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Albert Bierstadt, Connecticut River Valley, Claremont, NH, 1868

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The wall label for the 1862 work says its motivation was to show what the war was being fought for–the peaceful and plentiful countryside.  For the 1868 painting, the label discusses how the splintered tree was typically used as a symbol for civilization encroaching on the countryside and in this work, also refers to the destruction of the war.  Here’s my New Britain Museum of American Art blog post on the blasted tree symbol.

I wonder if even more is going on with the two paintings.  The earlier painting seems almost wistful in its golden tones, while the post-war work is brighter and more verdant.  Can you see how the 1862 painting has a fence dividing a great swath across the painting from lower right to upper left, which Bierstadt emphasizes even more with sunlight?  The same fence in the 1862 image is in shadow, not nearly so important, or so divisive.  What’s in the nation’s conscious in 1862 is the split, while by 1868, reconstructing unity is paramount.

The mountains in the 1862 painting are forbidding and uncrossable.  I’m projecting that we are facing north, so those mountains block the West, making that mythic place inaccessible.  By 1868, the railroad is being built West, and one year later, the transcontinental railroad will be complete.  Look at how much easier those mountains would be to forge.  As re-unification is happening, so is expansion, a deep identifier in this country’s white history–to face challenges, conquer, and expand; face challenges, conquer, and expand; all the way to the moon and back.

These two paintings, made just 6 years apart, tell that story quietly, side by side, in this beauty of a show.  I hope you can get there to see it.

 

 

Monumental and ordinary

The everyday made monumental, the monumental made small.  That was my small day in big New York.

While the typically bloated Guggenheim show on Futurism may take you there, the Carrie Mae Weems exhibit is the real reason to go.  Known for her photographic commentaries on racism and the debilitating stereotypes of African Americans through American history, this show has several of her masterworks.

 

Her famous series “From Here I Saw What Happened and Cried” is a natural extension of Elizabeth Keckley’s experiences, dramatized yesterday, brought to an incisive and bitter cultural critiqilue.  I knew the series and seeing it as a whole is powerfully painful.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Its message gets summarized in this one image “Looking in the Mirror,” the first image that introduced me to Weems.

LOOKING INTO THE MIRROR, THE BLACK WOMAN ASKED,; “MIRROR, MIRROR ON THE WALL, WHO’S THE FINEST OF THEM ALL?” THE MIRROR SAYS, “SNOW WHITE, YOU BLACK BITCH, AND DON’T YOU FORGET IT!!”

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Carrie Mae Weems, Untitled (Woman playing solitaire) (from Kitchen Table Series), 1990

 

 

 

 

 

 

I had no idea the effect the “Kitchen Table” series from 1990 (above is the last image in the series) would have on me.  The Guggenheim has the entire narrative interspersed with all the images.  Each has the interrogation light and the table.  What’s on the table tells the story that mimics the written narrative’s words.

We go on a novelistic journey with the heroine, while Weems dissects a relationship–its rise, flowering, and decline–and the way community helps restore the heroine to hero status, after it’s demise.  Weems takes the ordinary, the everyday joys and pains, and monumentalizes them.  Don’t miss the chance to see this one.

When I left the exhibit, my chest literally hurt.  What better place for a healing balm than the beauty of The Frick?

In exchange for the jewel-like exhibit from The Mauritius, The Frick has responded in kind, sending its most famous works, including all three Vermeers, to Holland.  Hmmm. I thought Mr. Frick specified no loans, and The Frick was notorious for refusing to participate in the Vermeer exhibition that brought together all his other works.

Well, whatever.

If you know the collection, then you’ll enjoy seeing how the paintings are rearranged.  We now get a delicious room of Whistler’s, filled with works I had heard about but not seen.  This gallery is worth the trip alone.  Thank you, touring works!

But there’s more.

The focused show of Renaissance bronzes bring the monumental down to miniature, making them all the more impressive to my eye.  Not only can you walk all the way around the pieces, but you can get in close, study the details.

How does that rearing horse not fall over?  Hercules greatest feat may be defying gravity, in the model by Antonio Susini, who copies the original by his master Giambologna. Surely, Bernini studied these models or the fully-scaled sculptures.

Giambologna, Rape of Sabine Women, 1574-1582

Bernini, Hades and Persephone, 1621-2

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

Yes, I’m geeking out on you again.  Makes me want to go do some homework on Mr. Bernini!

The curators comment about Giambologna’s “vibrant syncopation of contour and form.”  Yes!  Bernini might have learned a thing or two from him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
It was time for me to go downtown.

After grabbing my favorite lemon peel pizza at Keste, I finally got to see Michael Urie in “Buyer and Cellar.”  He’s leaving the show next month to tour it, so you may want to get over to Barrow Street to see him while you can.  His over-the-top energy suits this outrageously plotted show about the coming together of a little man and the monumental Barbra Steisand.  The play is full of laughs, some at the expense of stardom, most at the absurdities of people just trying to make it through life.

In the play, Barbra doesn’t know what to do with a Sunday afternoon. I don’t have that problem.  Even without all my stops today, Washington Square Park would have been enough on this glorious, faux-spring day.  There were the men playing chess, the protesters, the hippie guitar player, the black dudes tumbling, the pianist wrapped in his coat, scarf, and hat, the blue-haired girl walking a dog, by shuffling along on her 8″ black and white, zig zag, platform-heeled boots, the pyramid of bodies getting their picture taken.

We are all monumental in our tiny universes, intersecting at unexpected moments.  It’s all there to see, in the park, as well as in the museum and the theater.

Photos of the day:

Central Park

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Park Avenue Letting Off Steam

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Letting Off Steam

 

A Cultural Look at Blue

The Beinecke Library has a new exhibit Blue: Color and Concept, showing a new way of organizing materials instead of by author.  They culled their collections for blue ephemera to tell a different kind of story.

Given the kind of winter we’ve had, no wonder I waited until a bright, sunny day to go see it.  Next winter, the Beinecke curators might consider yellow or orange instead.

So yes, the exhibit, which wants to explore the cultural history of the color blue in the 19th and 20th century, has the requisite sheet music, posters, and such of blues artists like Miles Davis, Ethel Waters, Joni Mitchell, and the “Heroes of the Blues.”

Wait, you don’t know the 36 trading cards of the “Heroes of the Blues”?  My favorites are Memphis Minnie and Barbecue Bob.  Move over baseball…I’ll trade you for the Mississippi Sheiks.

And there’s the blue mood.  Sheet music of ‘Mood Indigo’ by Duke Ellington and the “Basement Blues,” blues poetry by Langston Hughes and the Harlem Renaissance writer Arna Bontemps, and the handwritten anonymous “I’m so blue, I’m blue black.”  Don’t forget the blue period by Picasso.  It’s there, too.

What makes any exhibit a kick for me is learning something new or making a frBlueMovie.jpgesh connection.  So move past the obvious, and we come to Andy Warhol’s “Blue Movie.”

That title got associated with porn, but Warhol insisted that the film was really a protest about the Vietnam War.  Whatever.

How much more interesting to learn that the source of the lurid connection comes from a British expression.  “Blue Gown” refers to clothes worn by convicted prostitutes.  Don’t you love the source of sayings?

 

And then there’s the “Blue Book,” a New Orleans photographic directory of the city’s brothels, published from 1905-1915.  Really.

Here’s a quote from the entry on Mme. Emma Johnson’s “Home of all Nations,” located in the Tenderloin District at 331 and 333 Basin.  “Everything goes here.  Fun is the watchword….There are never less than twenty pretty women of all nations, who are clever entertainers.  Remember the name.”  Some advertising!

Now, that book is not to be confused with the “Blue Book.”  Apparently a common enough name.  But this Blue Book is a series for children.  There are 19th century primers, storybooks, and toy books.  Look for a tiny version of The Little Match Girl from 1862, Puss ‘n Boots, The Sailor Boy, and an adorable version of Whittington and His Cat.

Although they are tiny, the children’s books are not to be confused with the “Little Blue Books,” a run of 2000 paperbacks in pocket size, featuring translations and reproductions of all kinds of works–the Rubiyat of Omar Khayyam, Sherlock Holmes, “Electra,” Buddhist Philosophy, card games, the Life of John Brown, electronics, Alice in Wonderland, the Lincoln-Douglas Debate, Freud, “Hamlet,” and Rip Van Winkle.  Great subway reading, for just 5 cents each.

 

 

The ‘everyday’ from the exhibit was fun, too.

Airmail letters were on blue paper, remember?  The exhibit documents the correspondence between H.D. a famous poet “discovered” by Pound.  H.D. turned out to be Hilda Doolittle, who published by hiding her gender, and the exhibit features her airmail correspondence with the literati of Europe.

Edith Wharton’s Parisian driver’s license is on display.  It’s about 8 1/2″ x 11″ and features her picture.  Somehow, this just looks classier than our laminated cards.

Of course, there were lots of architectural blue prints, the blue from an iron-salt process that is no longer used, even as plans are still referred to as blue prints.

The same technique was used to create cyanotype photographs.  These wistful blue-tinged images were most popular in the late 19th and early 20th century, because they were low cost to produce, and the process was simple.  Much of the American West was documented using cyanotypes, to the chagrin of the photographer Peter Henry Emerson, who considered the blue tone as “vandalizing the landscape.”

The remarkable thing about cyanotypes is that they fade when exposed to light, then the blue is restored when put back into the dark.  Amazing!  The curators are running an experiment in the exhibit to try to better understand this “curious phenomenon.”

I really liked seeing Robert Henri’s color and composition experiments with blue, and other colors.  Never published, the papers are at the Beinecke.  Now if those curators could just focus on the more cheery colors!

 

 

 

 

 

 

A little farce here, a little farce there…

In between a generally funny sex/New York real estate farce and an earnest play about the founders of the NAACP and their possible sexual attraction, I took in two photography shows exploring the artistic possibilities of the photograph.

The shows at MoMA and ICP were spookingly similar.  What curators are having coffee or otherwise kanoodling?  Wait!  This isn’t a sex farce!

Still, you might forget which bed, um, museum you’re in.  The ICP show has a clear focus on digital, with lots of photos mimicking abstract art movements.  Doesn’t this image by James Welling look just like a Mark Rothko?  Yawn.  I can do that on my iPhone.

Walead Beshty, Three Color Curl, 2008

 

 

To make the point, this piece is from the MoMA show.  Not that the works aren’t lovely.  Just what are they saying about “what is a photograph?”  That it can be just like a painting?  Okay…

 

 

 

 

 

How much fun are the Polaroids by Lucas Samaras from the 1970s?  So how did he do that?  He started with a selfie, a self portrait using a regular Polaroid camera.  Before the chemicals setup, he could manipulate the image.  Let the experiments begin.  Make sure you see this tiny series downstairs at ICP.

Upstairs is a better show overall, I think.  Robert Capa was well known for his black and white images of war, but he worked extensively in color, too.  Covering exotic locations for Look Magazine, taking candids on movie sets, capturing the British Queen’s coronation, and more, I was most taken by the unexpected stare, the casual twist of a body, a glance at a party.

 

 

 

 

Doesn’t this just look like Paris?

 

 

 

 

Capucine at cocktail party in Rome, photo by Robert Capa, Rome, Italy, August 1951

 

and Rome in 1951.

 

 

 

 

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MoMA did what MoMA does–pulls out some greatest hits mixed in with some of-the-moment contemporary. While the crowd may gather around a video or lie down on the floor to gaze at the surround-screen-experience, I like the old stuff.

 

 

 

 

Harold Edgerton always amazes me, with his slow motion studies from the 1930s.  A drop of water.  A golfer’s swing.


 

 
Who knew Berenice Abbott did these kinds of experiments?

Robert Rauschenberg worked with cyanotypes.  Beautiful!

Bill Wegman up to his ol’ tricks.

William Wegman. Dropping Milk. 1971

William Wegman. Dropping Milk. 1971

Edward Weston plays with our perception, too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Both are Edward Westin,  Nude, Mexico, 1925

Today, I was really attracted to the hard edges of Charles Sheeler, Paul Outerbridge, and even Man Ray and Robert Mapplethorpe.  Beyond beautiful.

Charles Sheeler. Cactus and Photographer's Lamp, New York. 1931

Charles Sheeler. Cactus and Photographer’s Lamp, 1931

 

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Paul Outerbridge, Images de Deauville, c. 1936

 

Man Ray. <i>Laboratory of the Future</i>. 1935. Gelatin silver print, 9 1/16 x 7" (23.1 x 17.8 cm). The Museum of Modern Art, New York. Gift of James Johnson Sweeney © 2013 Man Ray Trust / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York / ADAGP, Paris

Man Ray, World of the Future, 1935

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Robert Mapplethorpe, Hermes, 1988

A classic Nadar, two by Julia Cameron.  Irving Penn and Richard Avedon. It’s good.

Nadar, Pierrot Laughing, 1855

Julia Margaret Cameron. Madonna with Children. 1864

Julia Margaret Cameron. Madonna with Children. 1864

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Irving Penn, Ballet Theater, New York, 1947

Richard Avedon, Carl Hoefert, unemployed blackjack dealer, 1983

Richard Avedon, Carl Hoefert, unemployed blackjack dealer, 1983

 

The show is all over the place, but still worth a look.  Then maybe you can figure out how two curators got together in a Manhattan location…, no, no, that’s the making of a sex farce, with a New York real estate twist…

 

MoMA Sculpture Garden at dusk, 2-8-14

MoMA Sculpture Garden at dusk, 2-8-14

 

 

Pins and Needles

Congratulations to Suzan Shutan, who curated the new show at the Housatonic Museum of Art called “Pins and Needles.”  When you go, make sure you travel the halls outside the gallery.  2014-02-04 15.44.33You’ll catch a show on hard-edge abstraction and a few master works, like a Roy Lichtenstein, unassumingly hanging there, while students rush by unaware.

In Suzan’s show, women artists transform the ordinary into mystery, beauty, pain, and whimsy, commenting on women’s work and women’s lives overall.

Starting with such a tight concept–working with pins and needles–these ten or so artists each create something distinctive to her voice.  Erwina Ziomkowska’s work is unmistakable, and ouch! painful!.

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You don’t have to tell me that these shoes would hurt!

 

 

 

 

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Karen Shaw works with words, tagging the image with layers of meaning.  Three of her “Arcade” series are in the show,   Make sure you look closely to see how Shaw plays with ideas with words, you got it, stuck on with pins.

 

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I like Kim Bruce’s sculptural figures made out of cast beeswax, straight pins, and cloth.  My maternal grandparents both worked with pins and needles for a living, and her work reminds me of a sewing dummy or a pin cushion figurine.  But she is likely to be commenting on something much more serious.

 

 

 

Suzan has done a great job installing the show to create a lot of visual interest beyond the obvious.  She has included large wall works and pieces on the floor, busting the gallery walls open.

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Hands down, or pins and needles in hand, my favorite works were by Suzan.  Who can resist her pom pom series “Homage to Ellsworth Kelly”?  Not me!

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The opening is tomorrow night, if you can make it, and the show runs through February 20.

The World in Miniature

The set designs of Ming Cho Lee are getting artistic treatment at the Yale University Architecture Gallery.  Each 3D model becomes a world of its own, and I readily saw how the set design can effect the temper of the play, at least as powerfully as any director.  The set immediately sets our mood in the audience, before a word is spoken.

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I remember Lee’s set for “K2” at the Kreeger in DC.  Chilling in every conceivable way.  Palpable even in the miniature model.

 

 

 

Much Ado about Nothing

 

Lee has probably worked every Shakespeare play, and a large number are represented in the show.  Lingering in front of his “Much Ado About Nothing,” a play I know fairly well, I could hear Benedict and Beatrice carping at each other, in their silly prelude to love.  All set to the jazz beat of Lee’s set.

 

Also interesting is how the sets act as minimalist art objects, in miniature, and I imagine even more powerfully on stage.  What a production of “Elektra” this must have been.

Electra

I haven’t seen Martha Graham’s dance called “Witch of Endor,” but maybe you, too, can imagine her organic, twirling Witch of Endormovements performed under and around this set.

If the set were a painting, it would hold forth with minimalist power rivaling Donald Judd and Robert Morris.

But Lee says he also was interested in realist work.  As an adult, more than as a child, I’m fascinated by doll houses with hyper-realist furnishings.  I think of Carrie Stettheimer’s dollhouse, created over 25 years, at the Museum of the City of New York.

Perhaps this is why Lee’s “A Moon for the Misbegotten” was probably one of my favorites in the exhibition.  It’s a ragged, sagging, tattered, sad dollhouse, already alive, just waiting for its actors to add some words.

A Moon for the Misbegotten

 

Next, I’m off to the Bruce Museum, for the miniatures of artist studios.  Since learning about Jimmy Sanders and his perspective boxes at the New Britain Museum of American Art, I’m a fan.  He has one of the miniatures in that show.

 

 

Come join me to see the world he creates!

 

Over the hills and through the woods

On this beautiful, crisp day, I took a ride in the country to the Katonah Art Museum in upstate 2013-12-27 12.15.22New York.  I don’t know exactly where I left one state for another, but the winding roads, the rise and fall of the hills, and the roadside stone fences topped with snow were as pretty as a holiday card.

 

 

 

I passed several frozen-over lakes covered with a white blanket of snow.  A huge hawk, that looked like a peregrine, flew right above me, before landing on an electric wire along the road.

 

 

Just a bit over an hour after leaving New Haven, I made it to see the exhibit “Eye to I…3,000 Years of Portraits” at the museum.  What I didn’t realize until looking at the object labels is that most of the 65 works came from private collections.  After spending over a year tracking down one painting from a private collection for my thesis, I wondered how in the world this tiny museum and its staff could ever mount such a show.

Turns out, Katonah is a very wealthy town, unlike much of upstate New York, and locals put up objects from their collection with such diverse art historical greatest hits as works by Andy Warhol, Édouard Vuillard, Chuck Close, Robert Henri, John Singleton Copley, Duane Hanson, Cindy Sherman, Félix González-Torres, Diane Arbus, and Gordon Parks.  An ancient Egyptian bust of Amenhotep III is placed next to a Rodin bronze head of the artist’s lover and housekeeper Rose Beuret, a Nigerian mask with the computer-generated imagery “Mirror No. 12” by Daniel Rozin.

Rozin’s work engages the viewer in a particularly intriguing and interactive way.  A mirror incorporates the 2013-12-27 11.22.34viewer into a computerized view of the gallery.  The image is then shattered into shards, the color flattened, and the scene slowly sways from side to side.  The curator describes the result as “digital but incredibly painterly.”  Can you make me out in this image?

 

 

 

Here are a few other works I really liked.

 

My girl Florine Stettheimer is represented.  How rare to see one of her works, and this is a famous portrait she made of her friend, and supposedly her lover, Marcel Duchamp in 1923.  Of her limited catalogue, I can check off another I’ve seen in person!

 

 

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Diane Arbus’s photograph of “Soothsayer Madame Sandra California, 1963.”  Did the woman ever make a photograph that wasn’t a classic?

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Same with Gordon Parks.  Here is “Little Richard, Harlem, New York, 1967.”  I really like those 1960s photographers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Anne-Karin Furunes, “Portraits of Archive Pictures” uses optics to confound, then allow our ability to see.  She appropriates archival images and then tampers with the image.  At varying angles, it’s unreadable, emerges like a ghost, then clarifies as Anne Frank.

Julian Opie plays with how we see, too.  “This is Monique” from 2004 shows this seemingly static portrait of Monique.  If you stay with her…

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she starts to smile (it gets bigger than this).

 

 

 

 

 

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frowns (it gets deeper than this),

 

 

 

 

 

 

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and seems to react in surprise at something you say to her.

Talk about unexpectedly interactive!

 

 

 

 

These works won’t be readily seen again, as they mostly live in private collections.  So if you get a chance to run up to Katonah, the show is on until2013-12-27 12.04.19 February.  The pretty drive alone is worth it.  The portraits create a dialogue to take you home.

Unless you want to linger and visit John Jay’s homestead.  It was closed today, but I enjoyed walking the grounds a bit, seeing some of the farm.

 

 

 

I headed home via Litchfield, CT, where I met with woodworker Tom Kyasky.  He’s going to build a bed for me in the style of Duncan Phyfe.  Pretty classy, eh?  Very soon, I will get to have a little bit of American decorative arts history to lull me to sleep, after a satisfying day trip over the hills and through the woods.

 

 

 

Handle with Care

The non-football-loving Jews were all at “Handle with Care” to see Carol Lawrence in a role a long way from Maria in “West Side Story.”  Cheekbones and sparkling eyes intact, Lawrence plays the dead grandma from Israel, whose body gets lost in Virginia (don’t ask).  Okay, we see her alive in flashbacks from the day before.

Despite the presence, or loss, of the dead body, this is one delightful, sweet, thoughtful dramedy.  It really doesn’t have to be handled with care.  It reflects on whether we/the universe is guided by random chaos or a master plan, free will or fate.  With a very light touch, we consider how to handle the people in our lives with care, no matter the philosophical underpinning.

The same can be contemplated about the ‘fresh’ piece pictured below, now at the Museum of Modern Art.  Although the exhibit of Ileana Sonnabend’s collection centers on a controversial Robert Rauschenberg combine, my interest went elsewhere.  The combine with its stuffed eagle is a beastly ugly piece, which the Sonnabend estate donated to MoMA to avoid the taxes on its $65 million worth.

2013-12-22 13.46.48How much more fun to contemplate the juxtaposition of materials of Giovanni Anselmo’s Untitled (Eating Structure) from 1968.  So we have  forever granite plinth with a temporal head of lettuce, strapped to the stone with wire.  When the lettuce wilts, the small stone on top of it falls off.  Well, I looked and looked for that stone.  Shouldn’t it be obvious?

I asked one, two, then three guards.  Where’s the stone?  The third explained.  This time, the wilted lettuce slipped out of the wire and fell on top of the stone, hiding it.  Aah, I get it now.  A bit of the chance element.  They won’t touch the lettuce until tomorrow, when the art handler will replace the head.  So you tell me:  master plan or random chaos?  Regardless, handle with care!

2013-12-22 13.58.54For a long time, I watched the 1972 piece by Janis Kounellis, Inventing on the Spot, originally commissioned by Ballet Rouses.  The painting on the wall has snippets of Stravinsky’s Pulcinella, played by the violinist until he tires and improvised by the ballerina. 2013-12-22 13.43.31

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A mesmerizing act of free will, handled with subtlety and care, plus an experience for the senses–a synesthesia–that literally reverberates throughout the exhibition.

 

To get a sense of it, check out my little video:

I spent a lot of  time with the divinely silly William Wegman video Stomach Song from 1970-1.  You know, he of the witty Weimaraner photos.  Here, he makes facial expressions with his chest and belly.  The sound track is his body-face speaking, then singing a song.  You don’t have to believe me…just take a look at the video.

So as you continue through this holiday season, whether along a master plan or swinging with freedom and chaos of it all, handle it with care, joy, and if at all possible, a laugh!

A close shave

Navigating the streets of New York can be a challenge this time of year.  The bodies blob together and form an unmoving mass on Fifth Avenue and all through midtown.  The blob is unmovable and refuses to part.

2013-12-19 16.27.49What’s a fast walker to do?  Find the mid-block  cut-throughs, of course.  Today, I happened onto a kind of alleyway filled with sculpture, like this Leda and the Swan by Botero.  Love it.

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And this perfectly silent walkway with fountains and lights–more magical than any Bergdorf window.

A close shave averted…for the moment.  I decided on an early Thai dinner at a restaurant so tiny that I can napkin-daub the lips of the person at the next table without straightening my arm.  I arrived at the unfashionable hour of 4:45 and was seated right away at the last remaining seat.  At the bar, I discovered that one has elbow room, but is knocked continually along the backside.  Still, the food is good, cheap, and fast, which works because I had places to go and people to see.

Laurie Metcalf in jeans, Jeff Goldblum in his costume--a suit

Laurie Metcalf in jeans, Jeff Goldblum in his costume–a suit

I wanted to hear what Jeff Goldblum would say about his character in Domesticated, during a pre-show conversation at Lincoln Center.  Not only did that cast have time before their 8 pm curtain, but so did I.

Goldblum plays a womanizing gynecologist (ewww) turned philandering politician (how obvious).  What makes the show different from the headlines is what happens next.  I saw the play a couple of months ago, but vividly remember his close shave with the dark side consequences of his affair.  But another tight corner was avoided by both Goldblum and his co-star Laurie Metcalf by discussing the play’s process, not their characters.

 
My favorite close shave of the day belonged to the Met, and its new exhibit on dressing tables through the ages.   I’m newly in love with the Met.  Every time I go now, it is such a joy.  This small exhibit gives you plenty of time and space to savoy reach gem.

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The ancient Egyptians loved their makeup, and formulated the concept of a box of vial and jars of stuff on a table just for that purpose.

 

 

 

 

 

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Look at the intricate beauty of the inlaid patterns and scenes on This dressing table for Madame du Pompadour.  This table was designed with all her passions included–gardening, architecture, nature–the motifs are all there to please her.

Several more French, Italian, and even American examples each sing their glories.

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Elegance was not reserved for women.  The shaving table was essential for the eighteenth-century gentleman.  And check out the wig cabinet, all the rage after Louis XIII started the 2013-12-19 11.17.15courtier-gentlemanly fashion of wearing a wig in 1624.

Give me a box like this, and I might don one, too, when visiting court!

 

 

 

 

 
2013-12-19 11.12.47The lady needs a place to keep her combs, of course.  The dense-teeth side was inserted into the hairdo, while the fine side was used for combing out lice.  Ah, the costs of beauty.

Still you might forget all your cares if you use this 1736 Chinese jewelry box.

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Hogarth spoofs the way the privileged turned the private function of the toilette into the public, blurring the intimacy of a flirtation with the boudoir as public reception space.

 

 

2013-12-19 11.11.03Fun fact: in the Renaissance, toilette shifted from being an object (a box with jars and pots of creams) to an activity.  Think about it.  As more time was spent with the action of preparing one’s face and hair and…, the more specialized the tools became, necessitating a table to hold all those goodies.  A medicine cabinet today, though, is a pretty dispiriting  swap for this set.

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Instead you might want this spectacular 20th-century-modern jewelry case for holding your JAR jewels.  No, not a jar of jewels, but Joel A. Rosenthal’s contemporary, bejeweled creations.

 

 

 

 

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For a mere $4000, you can even buy a small piece of his at the Met’s gift shop.  Then you have to get your antique dressing table to house it and your jewelry case.  You’ll be all set for the holidays, unless you need a close shave.  Then you’ll need this shaving table…

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A Beautiful Path

Edward Steichen did things backwards.  He became a commercial artist at age 44, after succeeding as an art photographer.  Most artists start with advertising and fashion and portraits, until they get recognized for their ‘fine’ art.

The Whitney show challenges the notion of commercial and high art being separate and unequal.  WitSteichen, Strange Interludeh their recent gift of Steichen works from the 1920s and 1930s, this small exhibit shows how the Steichen Pictorialist sensibility carries over into his work for hire.  His trademark atmospherics and beautiful ambiguity are evident in this ‘celebrity’ photo of Lynn Fontaine, called Strange Interlude from 1928.

 

 

 

 
The Modernist aesthetic of clarity and highly-contrasted light and shadow are all over this wonderfully linear abstraction of forks, knives, and spoons–for an ad for Gorham Silver, 19292013-12-12 12.21.38.  Look at how voluptuous the bowls of the spoons are against all that verticality.  What a fun addition to any kitchen, and I don’t mean the silverware.
 

 

 

 

 

 

Steichen, VogueI can’t help equating this Asian-inspired, 1937 Vogue Magazine photograph,called Six P.M., Shining Hour, with the painted still life The Mannequin by my Elizabeth Okie Paxton.

Once again, Paxton predates the other work, Paxton, Mannequin, c1920this time by 20 years.  But unfortunately, what also hasn’t changed is the woman-as-beautiful-object available for consumption.  That would take another fifty years for the change-dialogue to even start.

But that’s a story for another day.

Balancing suffering with humor

After a longing to read it for many years, I finally dug into Stella Gibbons’ hilarious novel Cold Comfort Farm.  Yes, I was that person on the subway laughing to herself…

But really, the Starkadder horses are named Travail and Arsenic.  And witty Flora Poste changes all the Starkadder lives with good cheer and a dose of pragmatism.

Turned out to be the theme of the day.

Chris Burden tortured his body in the name of art, notorious in the 1970s for setting himself up to be shot in the arm and slithering naked over broken glass.  Well, he lived, and like most of us, he grew up, tempering the way he expressed struggle in his newer sculptural pieces.

I hadn’t really wanted to see the show at the New Museum, but I am in a Body Art class.  What I couldn’t anticipate is the humor in his work.  He erects a beautiful bridge with an erector set 2013-11-30 12.03.49(memories of my childhood that makes me want to see the new, erector set exhibit at the Eli Whitney museum in New Haven even more).  Then he points a cannon at it.  Creation and destruction.  And humor.

Even his 1981 Tale of Two Cities, destroying each other through war, has a wink in it–it’s a whole world made of miniatures and toys.  The binoculars posted nearby will help you see it better.  Burden and his team took three weeks to install it in the gallery.  Talk about suffering!

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My favorite is his 2013 work Porsche with Meteorite.  If you saw that title on a novel, wouldn’t 2013-11-30 11.55.57you want to read it?  As you can see, it’s enormous and playful, as if alluding to some vast teeter-totter or the Scale of Justice belonging to the gods.  It’s not as absurd as Big Wheel from 1979, which serves no functional purpose, despite appearances.  But that, you argue, is art!  Yes!

 

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Here’s a youtube video of how the Big Wheel gets going:

I appreciate anything that makes me laugh, so I forced myself to see Becoming Dr. Ruth.  I’m basically neutral about her, but her life is a celebration of choosing joy over suffering.  And the one-woman show about her life demonstrates just that.

Perhaps the ‘wisdom’ that comes with age is knowing that suffering is part of life.  The phrase Tikkun olam means ‘repair the world’.  That call is one of the ways I identify with being Jewish.  The way to repair the world for Dr. Ruth is through sex.  For me, it’s laughter.  Let’s do it!

The future is now

The art world never stays still.  Now digital and video are the hot new forms of expression.  At the Museum of Arts and Design new exhibition ‘Out of Hand‘, artists explore the hybrid world of the computer and the artist joining together to make pieces.

There’s the microphone you can talk, sing, or whistle into and create a vase-like object on the screen above.  There’s the ‘white space’ to step into to make an object.  I’m wearing a red shirt with a black and white vest.  When I stepped into the zone, a wreath-like donut formed on the overhead screen, melding the three colors.

3-D printer

3-D printer

An organization called Shapeways from Long Island was there today, demonstrating how the make objects using a 3D printer.

She's on the turning platform

She’s on the turning platform

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The resulting object

The resulting object

I watched a couple step onto a platform and kiss.  While they held their pose, a huge scanner continually scanned the length of their bodies and the platform slowly turned, so that the scan captured information from each angle.  Over about a seven hour period, a 3D printer will print out a four or five inch tall, full color, plastic version of their kiss. But only if they order it from the website.

Not all the objects take that long to print, which happens in layers, resulting in a solid piece.  This intricate toy with moving pieces could be printed in only thirty minutes and cost only a few bucks.

A toy-thing with moving parts

A toy-thing with moving parts

 

You can also upload your own design and concept, pick one of 30 materials, including ceramics and metals, and create your own custom object.  They also have a marketplace you can shop.  The Shapeways tag line: “made in the future.”

A man next to me interrupted the young guy explaining the process.  “You know, my dentist uses a 3D printer,” he said.  “He makes the teeth right there, while you wait.”

This may indeed be the future of art… and dentistry.

Nobody can tell you who you be

The very tall, slim man, with his hand on a short, plump woman’s shoulder, said as they passed me on the street, “Nobody can tell you who you be.”  That statement was clearly the theme for my day in New York.

Anticipating my professor’s panel discussion with Eleanor Antin, I went to see a show of her work from the 1970s on constructed identity.  Oh dear, you’re thinking, how boring.  Trust me, this show at Columbia University’s gallery is anything but dull.  Antin is known for the harsh diet she put herself on to “carve” her body, documenting her weight loss in photographs each day for a month.

This show has a different focus.  More in the vein of Cindy Sherman, Antin takes on new physical realities.  Unlike Sherman, she clearly remains herself, constructing new identities.  Hilariously, she teaches herself ballet from a book and is photographed as a prima ballerina, on pointe.  The video of her own choreography defies the idea of the artist’s ego.

I also really liked the various nurse incarnations as Eleanor Nightingale.  Her photographs as if from the 19th century definitely have that period feel, even as she comments on Vietnam, the senseless war raging at the time.

Me, 1854

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And the puppets on a hijacked plane and the accompanying video of playing with paper dolls sends up gender roles.

Here are the dolls inside the airplane.

 

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The work that stood out to me as perhaps having a different meaning today than she originally intended is Antin as King of Solana Beach.  She riffed on Anthony Van Dyck’s aristocratic painting tropes to indicate disgust at her impotence protesting against the Vietnam War.  So she decided to become king of her own geography.  

 

 

Acting as a valiant but ineffective ruler of a tiny beach community was her way of coping.  I saw the series as a contemporary statement of how insular and self-oriented we have become. We’re each king of our own little worlds and as such, have no room left to make other people and their priorities important.

That cynicism was both tapped into and eradicated by the new musical version of “Little Miss Sunshine.”  As Tolstoy stated, each family is miserable in its own way.  In this family, each character is passionately and uniquely miserable.  Except for Olive, the tiny contestant for the Little Miss Sunshine beauty pageant.  Where do they find these children?  Goodness.  At age nine, this one has already been in fifteen different musicals.

Well, if any Off-Broadway production were more clearly headed for The Great White Way, then tell me.  I don’t want to miss it, just as you need to hurry and get your ticket for this one now.  The scalpers were already working the show.

This one is upbeat for such a dark, miserable bunch of characters–laugh out loud funny, with hummable songs.  A very feel-good ending that isn’t warranted given the action.  That contradiction is part of why the show works.  It’s tighter and crisper than the film, which I think is an improvement.

And you might just come away King of who you be, with just enough room for all the other Kings out there who matter most.

Pure Photography

For a moving, disturbing, invigorating, heart-opening experience, get over to the two downstairs exhibits at the International Center for Photography.  Not that the contemporary show of Zoe Strauss photographs isn’t interesting.  But the two historical shows are powerfully emotional, full of iconic imagery, and rich in a historical dialogue that remains crisply pertinent today.

ICP does a good job, as always, telling a comprehensive story about its featured photographer–now Lewis Hine.  Hine’s photographs raised the consciousness of modern America about the conditions of tenements in New York, the immigrant experience, and child labor.  His photographs were so compelling that they were the major reason child labor laws were passed.

Child Cotton Picker, c1913

Look at the age on this boy’s face.

A Straight photographer, Hine used his camera in a documentary fashion to let the straight, unmanipulated image tell the story.  So newsies selling pape’s at midnight at a saloon and boys settings up pins in a decrepit subway bowling alley are much more effective at swaying sentiment than the posters and flyers, also on display, for pushing and prodding the moral question.

My dad was a newsie, and Hine’s work brought some photos of a tough version of him and his brothers to mind.  Look at the impact of this Hine newsie image.

Newsboy Asleep on Steps, 1912

Gives me a sense of what my father’s childhood was like.

Hine’s famous Work series is on display, too, with dozens of images of men and women, blacks and whites.  Elegant and spare, Hine elevates the everyday to the elegiac.  These gorgeous images validate the heroic quality of work, as they celebrate the human heart in the machine.  He did as much as anyone, including Charlie Chaplin, to show the modern workplace as a hybrid experience of humanity and technology, in all its complexity.

                                Mechanic at Steam Pump, 1920
Riveters on Empire State Building, c1931

Riveters on Empire State Building, c1931

Old Time Printer at Foot Press "Joy of Work" 1905

Old Time Printer at Foot Press
“Joy of Work”
1905

His Southern poverty and Depression era images, presented so calmly and cleanly, are
show-stoppers, every one.  Unlike many of the other documentarian photographers of the period, Hine wasn’t successful at getting government work.  He died in the kind of penury he depicted throughout his career.

Georgia Cotton Mill Widow and Family
1908
She has nine children!

Tucked into a corner of the large Hine show is a one-gallery exhibit on JFK in imagery from 1963.  The show makes effective use of song and video, and the missing Zapruder frame is there, too.  Breath taking, literally.  I hadn’t seen it before. I guess I can even understand the drive to suppress it, as just too upsetting.  Conspiracy-theorists, of course, have their explanations, too.

But the Hine show is the reason to go to ICP right now.  The images and emotions they evoke are pure, heart-felt, and heart-breaking.  You’ll see photography as art, as propaganda, as truth, as sentiment, as story–all in one image.  It’s worth a linger.

Lines and Depth

Soldier's Quilt Square within a Square Unknown Artist 1850-1880

Soldier’s Quilt
Square within a Square
Unknown Artist
1850-1880

Alt-Quilts at the American Folk Art Museum is a tiny exhibit with rich delights.  Several quilts from the mid 1800s set up the contemporary quilts by three artists.  Note how the geometry makes the quilt look as if it were three dimensional.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Because I’m intrigued by how artists trick our eyes, I particularly like the work of Luke Haynes.  Look at how he creates an anamorphic illusion.  Can you make out Benjamin Franklin who appears to be sitting up in bed?  Ironically, the trompe l’oeil only works when the quilt lies flat on the bed.

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Anamorphic trick

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American Context #4
Benjamin Franklin
Luke Haynes
2010

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our eyes are fooled by the ingenious use of line.  Al Hirschfeld made really good use of line.  With the simple stroke, he could depict a character or create a stage set.  No wonder he was the go-to guy for every opening night in New York.  If you like his work or feel nostalgic for the 20th-century Greats of theater, music, and dance, don’t miss the Line King exhibit at New York Public Library’s Performing Arts Branch.

 

 
Look at how he captures the essence of the story.  I instantly recognized “Guys and Dolls” and “Waiting for Godot.”  No need for a label.  His genius included bringing the spirit of the show working in only two dimensions, not unlike the quilt artists.

Can't you tell it's  Guys and Dolls?

Can’t you tell it’s
Guys and Dolls?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Zero Mostel in Waiting for Godot

Zero Mostel in
Waiting for Godot

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The line may be a visual shorthand, but it’s so much more, too.  Here are a few more of my favorites…

Leonard Bernstein

Leonard Bernstein

 

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You Can’t Take It With You

 

George S. Kaufman Moss Hart 1971

George S. Kaufman
Moss Hart
1971

 

Study for  Broadway First Nighters Detail c1958

Study for
Broadway First Nighters
Detail
c1958

 

Beauty here and there

Since I’m steeping myself in all things British (while training to be a docent at the Yale Center for British Art), I went to the William Kent exhibit at the Bard Gallery.  Kent started out as a painter, and studying in Italy put him close to all those wealthy Brits on a Grand Tour.

So he took up interior design and architecture, working in an Anglo-Palladian style, to help his patrons bring a bit of old world Europe home with them.   In other words, he brought an Italian style to British soil, almost ubiquitous in homes and gardens.  His style was called Georgian, named for all those George’s who were King.

This console table from Houghton Hall will give you some idea of the decorative arts style.  The lions show up on the British Royal Arms and are a symbol of power and courage, as well as knightly virtue.  The console lion is surrounded by cornucopias of fruit and flowers, showing wealth and plenty.  Of course, the blue marble slab on top is rare and precious.  This table really demonstrates the British sense of itself during its empire-building years.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kent’s garden designs are pretty darn charming and lasting, having innovated the idea of the ‘wilderness’–so much more natural than those geometric gardens of Baroque France.  A hundred years or so later, Jane Austen would place a pivotal Pride and Prejudice scene in a “pretty sort of little wilderness.”2013-10-13 12.09.03

I found this drawing of Kent really endearing.  “Kent at his Desk” was sketched by Dorothy  Boyle, Countess of Burlington, made after 1720.  It suggests his comfortable relationship with aristocracy.

How’s yours?  If you want more practice, head across the ocean and over to New York Historical Society, just 9 short blocks away.

 

Jeannette Ovington

George Healy portrait of Jeannette Ovington, 1887

The  beauty of “Beauty’s Legacy” refers to more than just the physical; beauty was moral and social, too.  Each exhibit portrait tells a story.  Come on one of my tours to hear a few. Meet a charmer of Bob Ingersoll painted by my girl Lilly Martin Spencer, learn some weird fashion trends, and see miniatures of “notorious women” (aka women novelists).

Then if you’re so bold, you can check out NYHS’s recreation of the 1913 Armory show.  Patrons of the works in “Beauty’s Legacy” would have been shocked!  But all that investment in beauty and luxury and excess and opulence couldn’t last in the face of modernity.  Quite a story to explore!

Henri Matisse, Blue Nude, 1907

 

Marcel Duchamp, Nude Descending a Staircase, 1912

Where you’re looking

Row of construction guys on their cell phones

Row of construction guys on their cell phones

One day not so long ago, construction workers on their lunch break oogled the girls strolling along.  Now, like everyone else, their heads are in their phones.  So much for “Standing on the Corner Watching All the Girls Go By.”

I passed these guys on Madison Avenue on my way to The Whitney, part of my whirlwind tour of the new fall museum exhibits. Ranging from the lovely Pictorialist photograph of Julia Cameron to slightly prurient paintings of pre-adolescent girls by Balthus to delicate and lovely eighteenth century pastels to the sublime international textiles show to a modern photography show highlighted by Martha Rosler’s hilarious kitchen demonstration video, the Met once again has an interesting lineup.

Peter Heinemann, Untitled, 2005

Peter Heinemann, Untitled, 2005

Tenderizer in hand, Rosler would likely take off the curatorial heads at the National Academy Museum, where their new show of seven post-war (which means after World War II) artists has taken over the entire museum.  It’s a very male show and a non-challenging  one at that.  Where’s the female voice?  Come on NAD!
The Whitney does its thing again.  Is anyone really excited about Robert Indiana’s derivative pop art?  This is a funny statement, since I’m suggesting his art is derivative of something that’s already derivative.  “In the Air”by T.J. Wilcox isn’t particularly original either, reminiscent of Robert Haas’s panoramic mural at New York Historical Society.Still I enjoyed its mesmerizing quality as one panoramic rooftop view of downtown Manhattan flows at high speed through one full day and night all around you.  In the darkened gallery, the experience takes on an unexpected reverence.
Is that worth the price of admission?  Maybe, if you can get in to see the wonderful Hopper show, too, before it comes down.  Sure beats having your head snared by a cell phone.