Seeing Through Matisse Monday, Jul 12 2010 

Art and Politics Lori Gordon 4:49 am

“Matisse: Radical Invention, 1913-1917” opens next week at the Museum of Modern Art. It shows off new advances in technology, with Matisse’s work as the test subject. It features 26 pieces that were examined with new digital imaging techniques, laser scanning, ultraviolet illumination, and computer software to determine changes Matisse made to the works over their construction. (For more on the upcoming exhibit, see the New York Times article “Electronic Insights Into Matisse’s Technique.)

It’s truly amazing that we  now have the technology to look deep through layers of paint to ascertain insights into an artist’s changing outlook as the painting progressed.

Curators could see changes in the outlines of figures beneath the painting’s surface, revealing a constantly shifting landscape of figures, with stronger lines and more intense tones over time.

The article also reminded me of how artists’ works are perfect anthropological time capsules. Matisse, as other artists, were moved in their subject and construction techniques by the current social and political climate. During WWI, for example, Matisse reflected a grave atmosphere and opted for neutral, less flamboyant colors. The painting above, Mme Matisse: Madras Rouge (The Red Madras Headress), created by Matisse in the summer of 1907, clearly shows a pre-war oeuvre.

 

Rome’s Art Conundrum Wednesday, Jul 7 2010 

Art and Politics Lori Gordon 12:53 pm

 

Rome is caught up in an art conundrum. Wealthy art collectors support a contemporary art scene; politicians clutch at the crumbling classics.

Rome’s architecture crumbling? Yes. A recent New York Times article “As Rome Modernizes, Its Past Quietly Crumbles” brings up some dire realities. Funding for restoring antiquities is not keeping pace with the wind, rain, and time’s lashings. And so politicians are faced with a challenge:  do you throw money at the old, at the expense of the new? Just rely on private benefactors to bootstrap and bankroll the contemporary scene?

Apparently, in Italy, you do. Italy provides less support to its young artists than do museums in Holland, France, or Britain. The Museum of Modern Art in the U.S., the Tate in Britain, and the Pompidou in France have emerged as central institutions that spur spin-off museums and private foundations. There’s fewer of these institutions in Italy. In Italy, the private galleries must pick up the slack.

 

Bringing Yourself to Art Monday, May 24 2010 

Art and Politics , , , , , , , , , Lori Gordon 4:56 am

"The Artist is Present" A viewer sitting with Marina Abramovic at MoMA - New York

Performance art is a difficult art media to understand — one which people may be less comfortable with or familiar with, than say visual art. Marina Abramovic, perhaps one of the most well-known performance artists who began her work with the emergence of the form in the 1970′s and ’80′s, is exhibiting at MoMA in a work entitled “The Artist is Present”.

In this work, she simply sits in a chair. Across from her is an empty chair in which viewers can sit for as long as they like. Some viewers sit for 5 minutes, some sit all day. A camera crew is present to photograph these viewers, many of whom are very emotional; some cry and others show extreme anguish). This is striking. What can possibly be so interesting about Marina’s face, her hair, her body, her expression?

It appears that she takes on a luminescence, that she somehow is able to look through the viewer. In interacting with others, we usually have their full attention – there is engagement. This performance art seems to keep the art on display and the viewer distanced, yet I wonder if Marina’s movements or changing facial expressions reflect the viewer’s response? After all, aren’t they also reacting to the piece and being photographed as the art? In essence, is the viewer actually part of the art? And is the title of her show “The Artist is Present” yet another clue that may allude to the viewer also being the artist?

The photos that the photographer has taken of these viewers are surely fascinating to look at, and cause me to wonder if indeed they will, in the future, be an accompanying piece to any writeup or essay on this exhibition, where the viewer is artist…

 

Is Art Love Really So Fickle? Friday, May 14 2010 

Art and Politics Lori Gordon 4:43 am

Bringing Forth the Fruits of Righteousness from Darkness, 2008
Damien Hirst’s famous butterfly paintings
Currently on loan to the Cleveland Museum of Art

The two major art auction houses -Christie’s and Sotheby’s – held their Spring auctions recently. Record prices were set, record lows were recorded. And in the past year, some famous artists’ works have received zero bids. ZERO.

What’s causing all of this fluctuation in the art market? The international economy. And just like in a recession where we revert back to comfort food – meat and potatoes – so too does the art market switch from flamboyant Damien Hirst to the comfort of a Renoir or Monet.

Another factor leading this is the increasing share of Asian collectors holding up the auction paddle. Relatively new to the scene, Asian buyers choose “safe” bets, like European impressionists.

Other characteristics of art that sell in a recession is rarity. Count Jasper Johns in this category. Many of his works were owned by the late Michael Crichton, and when his estate went up for sale, people realized what they’d been missing and so they pounced.

Some classic artists who have enjoyed previous fame have fallen out of favor with new collectors – Pierre Bonnard being one of them. It was one of his works that had no bites at an auction last year. Edvard Munch (The Scream) is another example of an artist whose work is sputtering.

Undervalued works are also snatched up more feverishly in times of recession. A good deal of prospecting goes on, and surprisingly, Alexander Caulder’s works fall into this category.

Damien Hirst, who had his origins as a Young British Artist (YBA), has gone dormant in auctions as of late. As mentioned above, rarity whets the appetites of collectors, so perhaps this is his intent. I stared at one of his butterfly wing works (the series features butterfly wings that mimic stained glass windows) at the Cleveland Museum of Art this past weekend and I found myself up close, sorting the butterfly wings to see how many repeats there were, rather than stepping back to capture the piece in its holistic form.

The art market is fickle, but that’s what makes it all exciting.

 

Inspired by Design Shows Saturday, May 1 2010 

art , , , , Lori Gordon 5:12 pm

The Cleveland Institute of Art is holding its annual CIA Spring Show, and it is nothing short of inspiring. When I walked through the exhibits, glossy marketing posters shone under the white curvilinear walls in Case Western University’s Peter B. Lewis Building (designed by Frank Gehry, by the way). I snuck a peak at Industrial Design, Interior Design, Communication Design and small portions of Ceramics, Enameling, Glass, Jewelry + Metals.

In the Design Environment, there were re-styled foodmarts based on adult vs. teen preferences, an American Greetings kiosk which merged their card selection and a candy outlet, ergonomic chairs (that often looked really uncomfortable), re-thought ways to re-brand hip-hop music from illicit lyrics to clean lyrics, restyled totes/water bottles/coffee mugs, and wallpaper inspired by Viktor Schreckengost, the industrial engineer who was an instructor at the Cleveland Institute of Art. (Another aside: Schreckengost was a powerhouse. His foundation’s webpage says this about his work: “Every adult in America has ridden in, ridden on, drunk out of, stored their things in, eaten off of, been costumed in, mowed their lawn with, played on, lit the night with, viewed in a museum, cooled their room with, read about, printed with, sat on, placed a call with, enjoyed in a theater, collected, been awarded with, seen at a zoo, put their flowers in, hung on their wall, served punch from, delivered milk in, read something printed on, seen at the World’s Fair, detected enemy combatants with, written about, had an arm or leg replaced with, graduated from, protected by, or seen at the White House something created by Viktor Schreckengost”.)

All in all, it was an inspiring show. Now I’m really ready to figure out how to satisfy that 20-years-long design annoyance: how to create a nailpolish bottle and a brush long enough to scoop up that last bit at the bottom?

 

You never know who you’ll meet in a gallery… Saturday, Apr 17 2010 

art and On Literature , , , , , Lori Gordon 9:01 pm

This morning I downloaded all of my weekly podcasts for this week, and in the afternoon, while in the jacuzzi at the gym (which provides the perfect environment for a soak, a sweat, and a listen-to of all of my ~30 minute New Yorker Fiction podcasts) I heard something that so strikingly paralleled my novella, Degrees of Freedom, I couldn’t help but crank up the iPod. Chang-Rae Lee (author of “Daisy”) read Don DeLillo’s “Baader-Meinhof” or, in English, “Art and Terror” and discussed it with The New Yorker’s fiction editor, Deborah Treisman. (Right-click here to download).

Theme, theme, theme. This is what Degrees of Freedom and “Baader-Meinhof” have in common. They both chronicle the chance meeting of a man and a woman in an art gallery; the woman sitting there staring at an art piece; the man sauntering in; both of them wondering about the other; both sizing up the other; both challenging each other to assess the paintings, and life, and everything else, even death…

But the relationships turn quite different corners.

How they vary is what really fascinated me. First, in DeLillo’s piece, the characters are staring at pieces of photography illustrating the terrors of the Holocaust and the rope burns and anguished faces of death, while in Degrees of Freedom, Pietri and Marguerite stare at the Spanish masters. Beautiful works. Works in Mannerism. Works where the artists mask every blemish. Works where creamy, buttery skin is sacrosanct. Where the subjects you’d swear have had Botox. Jewels drip. Puppies sit on laps.

The two works are also written from different points of view. Degrees of Freedom is written from the perspective of Pietri, a Maltese professor who is visiting his daughter in Seville, Spain, who meets Marguerite, a former art professor who is partially blind.  And in Delillo’s work, the two aimless protagonists have neither a job nor, it seems, much of a direction in life.

While I kept my characters largely within the art museum, in discussions that alternated between children and the merits of a Seville orange versus a Maltese fig, Delillo takes his characters out of the museum. But they take the photography with them, it seems, as they are forever changed by these horrific pieces. They seem less secure, less bounded by their relationship. In fact, once they leave the museum, their hours-old relationship falls apart. Undoubtedly, the photography in the museum changed Delillo’s characters,  shook them into walking zombies as they left the museum, rendered them unaccountable for their actions, unsure, not tethered to anything other than shock at how vile humanity can be. Pietri and Marguerite took the paintings to heart too, but they used the Spanish painters — Zurbaran, Murillo — as a connection, as a charged force that brought them together. Their relationship proved to be boundless.

You never know who you will meet in an art gallery. Regardless, it could be a while ride.

 

The Artists that Influenced Hemingway Wednesday, Apr 7 2010 

Great quotes & etc. and On Literature Lori Gordon 8:53 am

The Bullfighter, Juan Gris, 1913

What do artists Joan Miro, Goya, Juan Gris, and Cezanne have in common with the writer, Ernest Hemingway? A lot. A lot.

The Met says this:

[Hemingway] remarked in one interview that he learned as much from painters about how to write as from writers. Painters and their works were integral to Hemingway’s learning to see, to hear, and to feel or not feel. They were part of the writer’s renowned ability to present an image hard, clear, and concentrated, using the language of ordinary speech without vague generalities, as true as a painter’s color.

In The Complete Short Stories of Ernest Hemingway, even the editors bridged art and literature: they chose Winslow Homer ‘s  “Canoe in Rapids” painting for the front cover. It was wisely chosen because Hemingway was a big fan of Homer’s. Hemingway also visited museums quite frequently, including the Louvre, the Prado, and the Art Institute of Chicago. He wrote essays about art as well, and in many of his works he refers to paintings by Cezanne, Goya, Homer, Bruegel, and others. He owned a Joan Miro that now hangs in the National Gallery of Art in Washington, DC, and he wrote an article for Cahiers d’Art about his purchase of the painting and the impact of Miró’s composition on him. Hemingway’s Death in the Afternoon was inspired by The Bullfighter, a painting they bought from their friend Juan Gris (and shown above).

Again from the Met:

In his novel For Whom the Bell Tolls (1940), he gives excruciating accounts of the devastation suffered on both sides during the Spanish Civil War, with many of his passages reading very much like the images depicted by Goya in his series of etchings (32.62.17) entitled The Disasters of War (1810–23). In other works, Hemingway comments on Cézanne’s style and way of interpreting the world around him.

It’s easy to see how the subject matter, style, and execution of these master painters played out in Hemingway’s works.

It’s widely believed that he influenced English-language writing more than anyone else, with his spare, tightly written prose and tendency toward understatement.  He was so acutely aware that people have assymetric dialogue. He was infatuated with “place” — his works spanned continents, from Italy, to Spain, to Cuba, to Idaho. He wrote about war, death, bullfighting; life-threatening situations. He focused his microscope on how people deal with those situations. 

He used a photographic “snapshot” style to create a collage of images. Short sentences build one on another; events build to create a sense of the whole. Multiple strands exist in one story; an “embedded text” bridges to a different angle. He also used other cinematic techniques of “cutting” quickly from one scene to the next; or of “splicing” a scene into another. Intentional omissions allow the reader to fill the gap, as though responding to instructions from the author, and create three-dimensional prose. [Wikipedia]

How much that description of his works makes me envision a painting. Perhaps one by Miro or Cezanne!

 

Cubism & Its Wordy Equivalent: On Thomas Wolfe Wednesday, Mar 31 2010 

Great quotes & etc. and On Literature , , , , Lori Gordon 8:18 pm

Fruit Dish, Georges Braque, 1912

Thomas Wolfe. I knew his name enough to know that I needed to read something of his in my lifetime. Like many authors, we know their name more than any singular work they’ve produced. Look  Homeward, Angel. Ever  heard of it? I hadn’t either. It’s probably his most well-known work.  But since I’m on a short-story compendium kick, I picked up  The Complete Short Stories of Thomas Wolfe instead.

And I was blown away.

I can’t seem to hang on to Faulkner; he’s just, well, out there. And Melville’s abysmal abysses and personification lose me.

Thomas Wolfe has that comfortable language, that lilting dialogue that pulls you in, in accessible, personable, familiar prose words. But then he peppers things up, sharpens the dialogue, creates a parallel dialogue, uses big words. But those big words – ”vituperative” for instance – somehow you know what they mean. Perhaps it’s the logical context? He cuts back and forth between continents; in one sentence you are in France, the next you are in Cincinnati. He is a master of inflection and voice. “I wondeh what t’ hell she’s doin’ all dis time! –Hey!” she cried harshly, and hammered on the door, “Who’s in dere?… Com on out, f’r Christ’s sake!… Yuh’re holdin’ up duh line!” But perhaps his most interesting practice is his unique ability to paint several different feelings of one character in response to one event or observation. It’s very multi-faceted: “I knew the passionate heart of the boy who from the darkness of his berth watched, with a wild exultancy of joy and hope and sorrow, the great stroke and fanlike sweep of the immense and imperturbable earth… I  had known as well all other joys and labors of the night.” (From “Death the Proud Brother”)

So what picture does Thomas Wolfe, the author, paint?

Perhaps a pieced together, patchwork quilt or a cut-glass collage. But he’s still something more, perhaps something more innovative, elite. Perhaps if we knew the cultural context in which he wrote — the day, the age — we could make a guess and be spot on. He wrote in the 20′s and 30′s. He was southern – from Asheville, North Carolina. He was said by Faulkner to be his generation’s best writer (Faulkner credited himself with being #2). He influenced Jack Kerouac and Philip Roth. And he was a master of autobiographical fiction.

Mix all of this up and you get (according to this critic, at least)… Cubism.

Why Cubism?

Cubism was a 20th century avant-garde art movement that revolutionized painting and sculpture and inspired movements in music and literature. In cubist works, objects are broken up, analyzed, and re-assembled in an abstracted form—instead of depicting objects from one viewpoint, the artist depicts the subject from a multitude of viewpoints to represent the subject in a greater context. Often the surfaces intersect at seemingly random angles, removing a coherent sense of depth.

Wolfe took an abstract, liberal view (viewpoint of interlopers to a bum’s death), tackled many viewpoints (from the farmer to the upper crust), and wrote with pieced-together, mad passion (“he spoke roughly, casually, but with a kind of brutal…”).

Wham, bam! Braque and Picasso flew into my head when my eyes hit the page.

 

The Fly In the Teacup: Sketching Virginia Woolf Tuesday, Mar 23 2010 

On Literature Lori Gordon 7:11 pm

I’ve learned to love collections of short stories. I used to balk at reading shorter pieces by famous authors, thinking that I was shortchanging myself by reading ”The Mark on the Wall” by Virginia Woolf rather than everyone’s favorite “A Room of One’s Own” (just shoot me now; I still haven’t read it). But after having been jilted, inspired, struck to spooning chocolate brownie fudge icecream out of the carton without realizing what I was doing for fifteen minutes at a time as I just… wanted… to finish… this short… short… story…

I’ve had a reawakening.

I love the short story. The short, short story, to be exact.

Why? The way you can look at a writer’s writing under the microscope. The rich comparative analysis it offers. The tiny pieces that are there for you to sift through – to linger on some pieces, to move more quickly through others. To get a quick character sketch, decide you like the way she pours her tea with her hand hovering over the other’s cup so as not to splash the other’s napkin, or how you don’t like the way he called his wife “Lapinova” – a rabbit is, after all, a hare, for Pete’s sake.

What did The Complete Shorter Fiction of Virginia Woolf teach me about her writing? That to Ms. Woolf, the first line is essential.

“People should not leave looking-glasses hanging in their rooms any more than they should leave open cheque books or letters confessing some hideous crime.” (You can only imagine what comes next.)

“Since it had grown hot and crowded indoors, since there could be no danger on a night like this of damp… Mr. Bertram Pritchard led Mrs. Latham into the garden.” (Cha-ching! Makin’ the move.)

And what of Ms. Woolf’s use of color? She constantly uses color in description — everything seems to be red and blue, with touches of gold here and there — but it’s never tawny gold or fire engine red or cerelean blue. Just blue. Just red. Just purple. Yet you realize that the sky doesn’t really need to be robin’s egg blue, does it? No. Virginia, thanks for saving us the cliche. But then, she does use color in ways that make me scratch my head. “The lines deepened on his red and blue shaven cheeks…” What?

And her focus on the outdoors is immutable. The lake, the country, the linden tree. These vistas are larger than life. In her character development she pits lovers of country to city (they can never live side-by-side, of course). “The heath would so long outlast all people…” “He really did not like churches at all… [referring to Westminster Abbey, the monstrosity in downtown London].”

And more on her ability to focus. She’s a master at threading through a theme, an object to which we compare everything. She is a master of allusion. The fly in the teacup, for example, in The New Dress. How she keeps harping about that fly! The fly swimming in the milk. Can’t it get out? It’s just swimming and swimming round and round in there. She hates her dress: “I feel like some dowdy, decrepit, dingy old fly…” she says. “We are all like flies trying to crawl over the edge of a saucer…” she says. Or her use of the white thread in Happiness: “As Stuart Elton stooped and flicked off his trousers a w hite thread…” (that’s the first line!) and then “I went to Kew this afternoon… bending his knee again and flicking his knee, not that there was a white thread there…” What is the purpose of the white thread? Really.

And then men are like moons and women are like cherry trees.

And portraits. One story is a composite of her reflections on portraits, as if she is stiting in a gallery, taking in the paintings and making up stories about the people in this one or that one: “Monsieur and Madame Louvais stared at the mustard pot and the cruet; at the yellow crack on the marble-topped table.”

As Woolf progressed from her earlier stories to later ones, she further refined her use of the first line to set us up, to stage the entire climax of the story. She also more brilliantly cast and clarified her characters and took us deeper into the heads of them.

Brilliant, Virginia. There  is a master in the HOUSE!

 

The Best Books (according to women) Saturday, Mar 13 2010 

On Literature Lori Gordon 8:24 am

A very good friend of mine works for AOL, and when she asked me if I could contribute to an article titled “25 Books Women Love” I was so very excited! (Without further ado, here’s the article) Digging through some of the art-themed books that I’ve discussed on this blog, including the Matisse Stories (A.S. Byatt), Volcano Lover (Susan Sontag), How Proust Can Save Your Life (Alain de Botton), and the Museum of Innocence (Orhan Pamuk), I couldn’t resist writing up a new one for The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao (Junot Diaz). I just put this supremely hysterical Dominican family saga down a few days ago, and I’m still reeling from the travails of the incredible lead character that Diaz created in Oscar. The whole novel etched itself powerfully in my head. While the book doesn’t have an art or art history bent, per se, (except for the fact that it ‘etched’ itself in my head!) it is a great read.

“The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao” – by Junot Diaz

Remember the nerdy guy in your high school chemistry class? The sweet, but devastatingly overweight boy who stared at you from across the room? Made your arm hairs stand on edge? Oh, you could sense him pining away… Lucky you.

Well, meet Oscar. In The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, Oscar, front and center, is that guy. But because you are grown up now, and have shed your vain, over-sensitized teenager ways, you like Oscar, really like him. You root for him. You want him to get “the girl.” The beautiful one.

Oscar is Dominican — at least, his mami and grandparents were raised there — and so the lush backdrop of the Caribbean sweeps through the book as his family saga unravels as he travels (searching for love, of course) between the Dominican Republic and New Jersey. But Diaz doesn’t paint the island all sexy and fabled. No. Oscar’s life journey is a rough, feisty ride, peppered with Diaz’s electrifying (and uproariously hilarious) language.

The Brief Life of Oscar Wao truly takes you back to those high school and college days, a time you wished you’d been nicer to boys, nicer to girls, nicer to yourself. But it leaves you somehow invigorated that you are who you are. Now.

 

So What Type of Artist Are You? Tuesday, Mar 9 2010 

art , , Lori Gordon 9:56 am

View of Julian Schnabel’s hot-pink high-rise at 360 W. 11th

I’m in the middle of Calvin Tomkins’ book “Lives of the Artists” (2008), which is a compilation of his short artist bios in the New Yorker. He profiles the top contemporary artists (well, according to his calculations): Hirst, Sherman, Schnabel, Serra, etc. What do they all have in common? They’ve all dabbled in many types of media. And in doing so, they’ve taken heat for it.

Schnabel started off as an artist, but has since worked in film – two of which have met great acclaim: “The Diving Bell and the Butterfly (2007)” and “Before Night Falls” (2000). When someone recently asked him if he was switching to film-making, he responded, somewhat indignantly, “I’m a painter. I’m a painter. Does that answer your question?”

Cindy Sherman is another artist who has straddled the abyss of not knowing (or caring) what medium she “falls into.” More to the point, at the beginning, she was never really accepted as part of any community/medium. She takes photographs, but she is not considered a photographer — at least not in the vein of documentary or fine-art photography. But once others slapped a genre on her work — when her photographs were put up in Christie’s auctions in the ”contemporary art” category (rather than photography) — they flew like hotcakes.

But this evolution is key. Artists styles are always morphing, changing, evolving, aggregating, spinning off into different directions, and this, I think, is what characterizes the best artists.

 

According To The National Gallery of Art… Tuesday, Mar 2 2010 

Art and Politics Lori Gordon 2:10 pm

Part of the Berlin Wall at DC's Newseum

Two weekends ago, we headed down to DC to visit family and celebrate my youngest daughter’s birthday – a birthday, that was, of course, celebrated in the most magical way: a Tinkerbell Art party! After our group’s six kids (amongst a throng of 30!) tromped through the East Wing of the National Gallery of Art to attend the “Stories In Art” program, they descended on lunch in a Tinkerbell Fairyland (well, the NGA cafe). I’m not sure what aspect of the partaaaay the kids liked most:

  • Listening to “Matthew’s Dream” — the story of Matthew the mouse, who discovers that he can see the world through art, and decides that his life mission is to become an artist
  • Walking through the galleries with the docent to discuss the art on walls (“What title should we give this painting [by Pollock]?” asked the docent. ”CRAZY!” squealed one daughter. “And what do these squiggly lines look like?” the docent asked. “WORMS!” yelled the other daughter)
  • Creating their own Pollock drip painting (that took 3 days to dry)
  • Or devouring the rich, dense, chocolate raspberry ganache cake with Tinkerbell on top?

I think the most powerful part of the weekend was visiting one particular gallery in the Newseum. The 911 exhibit was fascinating, as it included the remains of the radio tower that stood on the top of World Trade Center Tower 2 and fell in a heap of twisted metal that eventually found its way to the museum. But it was the exhibit on Communism and Journalism that really moved me. While you stared at pictures of people hiding in the hood of a car to cross from East to West Berlin — basically people doing incredible things to get to freedom — several chunks of the Berlin wall towered above and behind you. All graffitied.

Pretty intense. Tinkerbell should have worked some magic to make that wall come down long before it did.

 

Open Your Eyes! It’s Proust on Art… Thursday, Feb 25 2010 

art and Art history , , , , , , , Lori Gordon 3:39 pm

The Silver Goblet
Musee du Louvre, Paris

I’m in the midst of one of Alain de Botton’s erudite and vastly introspective essays on life — this one’s titled “How Proust Can Change Your Life“. In this barely 200-page book, de Botton relays a Proustian essay that details how Proust set out to “restore a smile on the face of a gloomy… young man”. This young man was lamenting how ugly and banal his surroundings were: the mundane scene of his mother doing her knitting, a cat curled up in the windowsill, unfolded laundry in a basket. The young man longed to visit the Louvre, where he could “feast his eyes” on gilded paintings and magnanimous sculptures to take away his gloom.

But Proust had plans for this young man.

Instead of writing into the plot that the young man finds happiness meandering through the great halls of the Louvre in the halls of richly ornamented works, Proust surrounded the young man in a tiny room with the  simple works of Jean Baptiste-Chardin.

Jean Baptiste-Chardin didn’t paint queens or palaces or riches. He painted ordinary things: milk jugs, bowls of fruit, coffeepots, loaves of bread. But, the outcome — however simplistic the subject — was extraordinary.

Chardin’s paintings succeeded in being extraordinarily beguiling and evocative. A peach by him was as pink and chubby as a cherubim; a plate of oysters or a slice of lemon were tempting symbols of gluttony and sensuality… There was a harmony, too, between objects: in one canvas, almost a friendship between the reddish colors of a hearthrug, a needle box, and a skein of wool.

With subdued colors and mellow lighting, Chardin’s work celebrates the beauty of commonplace subjects, with intimacy and domesticity.

Take that, young man! Look around you. The world is rich, wondrous, beautiful. Just open your eyes.

 

The Giacometti Effect Tuesday, Feb 16 2010 

art Lori Gordon 9:29 am

Have we just reached a turning point from financial Armageddon? An anonymous art enthusiast just paid a record $104.3 million for “Walking Man I,” a 1960 sculpture by Alberto Giacometti! Someone willing to pay that much must mean we’re out of the financial crisis. Well, what a recent New York Times article proposes is that this may mean the wealthy are over it. But will the purchase of this Giacometti by one wealthy collector signal confidence in the rest of the market (i.e., for the middle class)? In other words, a Giacometti effect? $104.3 is a lot of cash and all income brackets are familiar with widely renowned artist Giacometti.

So could art save the day?

The article discusses the Veblen appeal of art, which posits that for some commodities, appeal grows as their prices rise. I see it. It’s Exhibit A at any auction house. To get the economy going again, people must have confidence in their buying power. If they see this the art market thriving – i.e., people throwing wild amounts of money at art (which is not exactly an essential good, like bread or water), they may figure ALL must be well. Perhaps a bit of trickeration would do us all good to kick-start the economy.

However, one outcome might be that the middle class would be offended by this buying spree, considering that the article claims that ”art is a social marker with which the powerful signal their power and set themselves apart from other, inferior groups. Anybody can buy stocks. Hedge fund managers can buy pickled sharks by Damien Hirst.”

So there we are. I was impressed by the Giacometti purchase, buoyed by it for a few minutes, but then realized that it’s not going to make me go out and buy another Giacometti, a new car, or even a new wardrobe. Well, maybe a new pair of tennis shoes. I’ve really been needing a pair, since I just joined the gym.

 

The ‘Art’ of Susan Sontag Tuesday, Feb 9 2010 

art and Art history and On Literature , , , Lori Gordon 5:05 am

Vesuvius Erupting During the Day

So I’m on a retro reading binge at the moment, and this moment very much revolves around Susan Sontag.

Read. Her. Again.

While “The Volcano Lover” as a title sort of trends toward bodice-ripper, this is one of the most literary of the literary fiction I’ve read. And it involves art. And it plunges to the depths and crests of character development. It is based on the life of Sir William Hamilton, the British envoy to the Neapolitan royal court in 1764 (“the Cavalier”). But it is really about his infatuation with collecting. Sculpture. Ancient Greek and Roman artifacts. Caravaggios. Anything and everything. He is driven by it. He even climbs into Mount Vesuvius and collects its lava rocks. He meets other collectors – but they are all different types of collectors than he. Some collect to show off their collections. Others collect Bellinis, golden candlesticks, reliquaries, Poussins,  but hide them from the world. Still others were more interested in the chase than staring at their newfound capture day in and day out – ”to find the xxxx!” they’d say. “On to something new!”

The Cavalier ponders the idea that art can either be temporary or eternal. War can torch the halls and massive buildings where artifacts are incinerated to dust. But other pieces live on eternally (e.g., relics from the ancient Greeks t hat have somehow survived centuries), and as humans we are just a fleeting image of life on earth. The holders, the caretakers, the admirers of these great objects have more of date with mortality than the artifacts themselves. He thinks that the reason we sometimes become beholden to certain objects is because they have no contract on life – there’s no predestined date with death like the one we have with another human.

Sontag is brilliant in “The Volcano Lover.” There’s so much more to savor. It definitely merits another read. But in a few years – I have so many other books on my list right now!

 

Matisse & A.S. Byatt: On Art In Literature Wednesday, Feb 3 2010 

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Woman With a Hat, Henri Matisse (1905)
San Francisco Museum of Art

So many works of fiction either focus centrally on art (think A.S. Byatt’s “The Matisse Stories”) and others weave it into the plot in nuanced ways (Susan Sontag’s “The Volcano Lover”). The Matisse Stories is a compilation of three stories, and in each a woman’s life is touched by the paintings of Henri Matisse. It’s been referred to as a “still life” of ordinary women: a teacher who must psycho-analyze her self-absorbed hairdresser while staring at a Matisse on the wall in his salon, a housekeeper with a passion for knitting (right under the nose of two arrogant artist employers), and a professor discussing his affair with an art student.

Byatt doesn’t overly describe the Matisse paintings that were the inspirations for these stories. In fact, she provides little description of them, which propels the reader to look up the works, to study them independently, wonder why she chose these particular paintings as the stories’ muses. And then, once the reader has done that, the story seems to go on and on and on, as the reader compares and contrasts the art to the plot points, the characters, the setting. It, therefore, makes these short stories seem like long, delicious novels.

The stories, at points, feel light and airy, and then deep and intricate. Characters evolve. Plots take a turn.

Grabbing snippets of Matisse’s “world views” here and there throughout the stories, you start to wonder about his character, how his ideas and views fit into all of this, how they inspired it. How, as an ordinary woman – like the women in these stories – would he influence my life? What about his infatuation with color? With his supposed repression of women? You ask him to pull up a chair and discuss.

We can only imagine.

 

Chasing Art Wednesday, Jan 27 2010 

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Vermeer, The Concert

The Concert, Vermeer
Taken from the Dutch Room gallery in the Stewart museum in 1990

Will we ever recover all of the great art that’s been lost over time? Sometimes I’m drop-jaw about what sometimes can happen to art. How can people be so clumsy as to “fall into a Picasso” at an art museum, which is what just happened on Friday with “The Actor” at the Met. All this art being dropped, shredded (Sotheby’s in London), thrown out for trash (immpressionist paintings in Manhatten), cannonized by a wrecking ball (the Netherlands), tripped over by a shoelace into a Ming vase (UK), or knocked to the floor to smithereens by an errant elbow (Tavern on the Green), is giving me anxiety!

And how about all of the art that’s been stolen? I just finished reading “The Heist”, a great read on the heist of the Vermeer, Rembrandt, Degas, et al. at the Isabella Stewart Gardner museum in Boston in 1990. So many people went on the hunt, but all leads have run dry. There are many eccentricities about the Gardner museum and the case that make it unique — that per her will, all of the art remain on the walls as it was in Gardner’s time, that the thieves may not have discriminated which art they chose to take (several of the most expensive pieces were left untouched), etc. etc. It’s a fascinating romp, complete with the Boston mafia and the IRA. Interested in a moderately fascinating read? Check out the FBI’s Art Crime Team website: http://www.fbi.gov/hq/cid/arttheft/northamerica/us/notices.htm.

I’m surprised that people seem to be so good-humored about these travesties (at least that’s the way the press spins it), but then again, we’ve got some great artists now creating some great art. Not that it will replace, but it will make up for what we’ve lost in a different way.

 

Istanbul: The Next Art Mecca Thursday, Jan 14 2010 

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The New York Times a few weekends ago featured an article “The 31 Places to Go in 2010″. In it, they pronounce Istanbul as an art mecca:

The reputation of Istanbul’s contemporary art scene has been steadily growing in recent years, with the Web site ArtKnowledgeNews.com recently calling it “one of the most innovative in the world.” That reputation is bound to be burnished even more this year, now that Istanbul has been named the 2010 European Capital of Culture (a designation it shares with Essen, Germany, and Pecs, Hungary). There will be a series of events, gallery shows and stage performances throughout the city to mark the occasion. (A complete list of events can be found at en.istanbul2010.org/index.htm.)

But one of the best ways to get a crash course in what Istanbul’s leading artists are up to right now is to spend some time wandering around the Misir Apartments (311/4 Istiklal Cadessi), right on the busy pedestrian thoroughfare that cuts through the trendy Beygolu neighborhood. Inside this elegant, early-20th-century building are some of the city’s most cutting-edge art venues, like Galerist (www.galerist.com.tr) and Gallerie Nev (www.galerinevistanbul.com)

Hmm, add this to my slight obsession with Orhan Pamuk’s writing and his efforts to promote art in Istanbul, and I think this trumps MY list of “where to go next”.

 

Art Triumphs over Philosophy… as a Hedgehog? Tuesday, Jan 5 2010 

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Does art do a better job of conveying the human condition than studying philosophy?

I’m in the midst of reading Muriel Barbery’s incredible novel The Elegance of the Hedgehog. I admit, I just finished another book that is in my top-ten all-time delicious books, The Matchmaker of Perigord, by  Julia Stuart, and so I am less over-the-moon about Hedgehog (how relative life is!). Barbery writes

One wonders why universities persist in teaching narrative principles on the basis of Propp, Greimas or other such punishing curricula, instead of investing in a projection room. Premise, plot, protagonists, adventures, quest, heroes and other stimulants: all you need is Sean Connery in the uniform of a Russian submarine officer and a few well-placed aircraft carriers.

While I wouldn’t argue that Sean Connery is “everyday” or Hollywood either, I think what Renee, one of the oxymoron protagonists in the story (smart but unschooled, has read Kant and Marx, appreciates Mozart and Vermeer, yet a concierge in an apartment building in France) learns is that life is best learned by living it; it’s found in both the glaring and nuanced realities of life. We just have to learn how to observe it. And who are better observors but artists?

 

The Year in Art Wednesday, Dec 30 2009 

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In a pictorial that summarizes the major art trends for 2009, the New York Times captured Holland Carter’s view:

“Artwise, there were still big-deal shows – Afghan gold at the Met, Arshile Gorky in Philadelphia, Titian & Co. in Boston – but our major museums were mainly in austerity mode, concentrating on small, collection-based exhibitions, a pattern likely to hold for years.”

While I did notice that the Cleveland Museum of Art’s Gauguin exhibit this year used many works from its own collection, this isn’t a new phenomena for the museum. Looking back at the exhibitions over the past two years, the museum has incorporated many of its own works in shows, and several — including the Arms and Armor, Monet to Dali, and Van Gogh to Picasso — highlighted primarily CMA-owned works. They’ve been busy — co-curating shows while keeping up with a massive renovation that extends into 2014.

Artistic Luxury: Fabergé Tiffany Lalique
Oct 19, 2008 to Jan 18, 2009

Arms and Armor from Imperial Austria
Feb 24 – Jun 01, 2008
Icons of American Photography
Jun 24 – Sep 16, 2007
Shiva: A Recent Acquisition
Jun 24, 2007 to Jan 13, 2008
Ansel Adams: A Legacy
May 20 – Aug 19, 2007
Building for the Future
May 08, 2007 to Jun 18, 2008
Monet in Normandy
Feb 18 – May 28, 2007

 

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