There are days in which I think that art, music, literature,
theatre, and film are the only human endeavors that offer hope. Most museums
are closed right now, but several recent shows offer things to consider, and
the Internet allows us to experience part of what made them special.
Barley Hendricks |
Even if you didn’t make it to the Smith College Museum of
Art (SCMA) to see Black Refractions, you can explore the Studio Museum of Harlem (SMH), the lending institution for the SCMA show. The SMH
isn’t a large museum. It was only founded in 1968, and it contains just 2,500
objects. To put that in perspective, the SCMA holds more than 10 times as much.
But sometimes it’s not big you are, it’s the size of your vision that’s
important.
In the early 20th century, Harlem was the single
most vibrant cultural oasis in the nation. Brush up on the phenomenon called
the Harlem Renaissance if you don’t know what I mean. Alas, the Great
Depression, World War II hit, Harlem declined, and postwar racism made black
culture an afterthought. The SMH came along at a time in which the civil rights
movement rekindled a sense of Black Pride. Fifty years after the SMH opened its
doors, we can appreciate the prescient vision of its founders.
Kehinde Wiley |
Isaac Julien. Yes this is a sculpture! |
Elizabeth Catlett |
The SMH spotlights artistic mastery in media ranging from
painting and sculpture to fabric arts and video production. All of its holdings
come from artists associated with the black diaspora. So, no Van Gogh, but Jacob
Lawrence; no Rembrandt, but portraits from Kehinde Wiley. No Judy
Chicago, but quilts from Faith Ringgold; no Rodin, but Isaac Julien’s
hyper-realistic forms; no Mary Cassatt sentimentality, but the sensuality of Elizabeth
Catlett’s mother and child.
Faith Ringgold |
When we refract art through a black lens, one of the most
poignant lessons is that racism impoverishes both victims and their oppressors,
the latter of whom deny themselves access to remarkably creative individuals.
In 1903, W. E. B. DuBois published Souls of Black Folk. His book
mattered because of his powerful insistence that people of color had souls at a
time in which many whites denied it. Black art matters. It is incontrovertible
proof that DuBois was right.
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Last summer I visited the Eastman House in Rochester, New York, and saw a show devoted to Warner Brothers cartoons. This winter I went to the Berkshire Museum in Pittsfield, MA to see The Art of Warner Bros. Cartoons. It wasn’t as extensive or polished as the Eastman House exhibit, but it too reminds us that cartoons are more than just kid stuff.
In an age before CAD, cartoons were the equivalent of Claymation
in that even the smallest movement took a lot of work. It entailed drawing
numerous cels that overlapped to make drawn figures “move” when the film stock
flickered through the projector at 24 frames a second. Some of that was a clever
trick. Watch some vintage cartoons and you might notice the art behind the
illusion. Often, part of a figure is static; if the cels are done well, your
eye follows the movement and you “see” only the movement, not the parts that
don’t move. Snobs may turn up their noses, but the magic that went into Warner
Brothers cartoons is indeed art.
Warner Brothers ‘toons were not just children’s fare in
other ways. Cartoon crews trusted that kids were smart enough to know that
dropping an anvil on Wile E. Coyote’s head, handing Elmer Fudd a bomb, or flattening
Sylvester the Cat with a steam roller was make-believe. Maybe we have done children
an injustice by getting rid of imaginative cartoons that engage the imagination,
when we should have worried about the realism of America’s Funniest Home
Videos where real danger is hidden behind a laugh track.
Warner Brothers didn’t infantilize. It dared show Bugs Bunny
singing opera, made puns worthy of Groucho Marx, and did animated send-ups of
contemporary and historical figures. When you didn’t “get” the joke, you learned
to ask and the discovery process began. There were also sexual innuendos in the
old cartoons. All of the adult stuff meant that many grown-ups were also tuned
in and laughing. They decided which things to explain or not.
There’s a reason why Warner Brothers studio personnel are so
highly regarded. If you can’t appreciate the artistry, come up with an idea for
a 22-minute cartoon. Write a story, draw all the characters, and direct them.
Add a soundtrack. You have one week, then you must start anew. Rinse and repeat
for 33 years. You can cheat and use your computer.
You can’t go see The Art of Warner Bros. Cartoons
right now, but you can see some original drawings and cels on Pinterest sites.
Better yet, go to YouTube and watch available Warner Brothers ‘toons. If you
grew up in the age of saccharine cartoons or none at all, you might find Bugs
Bunny to be (if I might) a hare-raising experience!
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Wilson Bigaud |
Marion Post Wolcott |
Who plants food? Who harvests it? Who prepares it? How is it distributed it and how is it parceled out? In a very basic sense, these are questions of who works and who eats. The Mead Show used graphics, photos, paintings, and objects to provoke thought. Of course, unless things change dramatically between now and July 26 when the show comes down, only those of us who have already seen it will be able to do so.
So, let me suggest a little treasure hunt in the spirit of
the exhibit. Google some images from your favorite artists and look for those that
have food in them. Don’t flip through them; pause and muse upon the images.
What back stories relating to food, labor, consumption, and social class are
inferred? In other words, does your favorite artist have hidden agendas?
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Let me show you what I mean though one of the offerings in the
Mead Show: Frans Snyder’s 1640 painting Larder with a Servant.
We see a table that’s almost literally a groaning board. A larder usually means
a place to store food, but that’s not the case here. There is an obscene amount
of food present: fowls, a stag, a boar, crustaceans, fruits…. If you’re
wondering why there’s a dead peacock prominently displayed, peacock tongue
was a delicacy, but only among the upper crust. Imagine how many birds had to
be slain to sate the appetites of well-heeled guests. This painting comes from
Belgium’s golden age of the 16th and 17th centuries, when
money flowed into Antwerp banks, wine poured into Flemish ports, and merchants
thrived in an unbalanced system that engorged their purses, but not those of
workers who produced export goods or unloaded booty coming into the country.
Back to the table. For the most part you are looking at
perishable goods. It is reasonable to infer that the servant girl’s role is to
help ready a feast for a rich family and well-to-do guests. Her dress suggests
she is a maid, not kitchen staff. She will probably take this food from the
table to the kitchen and clean the room once the table is bare. Perhaps she’ll
help serve it, a role in which she is expected to be efficient and anonymous.
It’s unlikely she will taste more than the leavings of the feast. Depending
upon her master, she might have to share even that with the hungry dog in the
foreground.
Not all food in art is this politically charged. Some of it
is a painted version of the cellphone “food porn” that we gleefully post on
social media sites. Scores of other lessons emerge, so give it a whirl. Investigate
the artist, the time period, and the place depicted. I’d love it if you shared what
you find.
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