Showing posts with label New York. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New York. Show all posts

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Swagga like Us


When T.I. and Jay-Z sang about their unmatched amount of swagga in “Swagga like Us”*, I don’t think they imagined that John Singer Sargent’s niece Rose-Marie Ormond is also known for swagger. 

Swagger, or grand manner, is used for paintings that suggest noble qualities through visual metaphors, and Sargent is especially known for his swagger portraits.  One of his many swagger portraits is The Cashmere Shawl featuring his niece Rose-Marie.

The Cashmere Shawl, c. 1911 by John Singer Sargent
(50.7 x 35.5 cm).
Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, The Hayden Collection—Charles Henry Hayden Fund.
Photograph © 2013 Museum of Fine Arts, Boston
 When looking at The Cashmere Shawl, Rose-Marie’s billowing gown, gently-cocked head, and graceful positioning against the wall are all characteristic of swagger. This is obviously a far cry from the bouts of swagger T.I. and Jay Z share.While the term is used artistically to describe a grandiose portrayal of elitism, it seems that several musicians have borrowed and transformed the word to mean something cool and something more attainable by the common person.

So between Rose-Marie and Jay-Z, who has true swagger?

Perhaps neither. Perhaps the man in A Tramp is the reigning champ of swagger.

A Tramp, circa 1904–6. by John Singer Sargent
(50.8 x 35.6 cm).Brooklyn Museum
 The Brooklyn Museum in conjunction with the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston is hosting an exhibition entitled John Singer Sargent Watercolors until the 28th July.  The Brooklyn Museum boasts that this exhibition is a once in lifetime event, so try and check it out if you can.  Alternatively you can take a look at Donal Wigal's Sargent.

*For a great Grammy performance of the hit song by Jay Z, T.I. Kanye West, Lil Wayne and a heavily pregnant M.I.A click here.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

L’art et la bataille

Sans avoir jamais posé la question à qui que ce soit, je suis convaincue qu’un certain nombre de personnes vous diront que lorsqu’ils pensent guerre, ils ne pensent pas du tout art, n’en déplaise à la formule de Sun Tzu. Moi je vous dirais qu’au contraire, c’est peut-être un des premiers liens que ferait mon cerveau un chouïa conditionné par l’histoire de l’art – qui nous raconte indéfiniment comment l’histoire, donc, est liée à la pratique artistique, et comment de tous temps les guerres ont eu un impact parfois dramatique et souvent fabuleux, sur les coups de crayon, de pinceau et de burin.

Timothy O’Sullivan,  Harvest of Death, 1863.  Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York.
Timothy O’Sullivan,
Harvest of Death, 1863.
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York.


Il n’y a pas si longtemps, la photo a révolutionné notre rapport à l’image.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Do not judge a building by its façade.

Public housing has a rather negative image – initially associated with slums and poverty, these areas were (and still generally are) avoided by middle to upper income citizens. Whether in fear of catching starvation, encountering violence, or simply being disturbed to see how the other half really lives, public housing venues are the last place you would find the “well-to-do”.

Le Corbusier, Shondan House, 1956. Ahmedabad, Gujarat, India.
Le Corbusier, Shondan House, 1956.
Ahmedabad, Gujarat, India.


However, this sort of housing can actually be quite nice, and some countries are incorporating it into their city schemes for the entire population, not just the poor, huddled masses.

Monday, June 17, 2013

ALWAYS Win the War

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Captain Charles A. and Sergeant John M. Hawkins, Company E, "Tom Cobb Infantry," Thirty-eighth Regiment, Georgia Volunteer Infantry, 1861–62.
Ambrotype, Photograph.
David Wynn Vaughan Collection.
The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York.
Courtesy of the Metropolitan Museum of Art.


Now, I’m not one to try and court controversy, but it has occurred to me that the act of war is just good business (for the winners anyway).

Let’s take war crimes, death tolls, injuries, post-traumatic stress, and dubious reasons for inciting wars out of the equation for a moment. Instead, look at the opening up of jobs in the military forces. This means that unemployment figures go down, levels of education go up (excellent military and civilian training is provided in all manner of subjects), nationwide happiness is on the up (again, primarily for the winning side), and if we stick to the “to the victor the spoils” philosophy (as a certain nation has recently tried to do with Middle-Eastern oil resources), then wealth can also be a by-product of a successful war campaign.

Saturday, June 8, 2013

Rad fads & turbulent times

We might all be able to agree that most of the world is a mess. The Americas and Europe have taken a ginormous step back in terms of production, innovation, and general flourishing. Many of our nations and states are in obscene debt which appears to be stagnant or rising and there is no end in sight.

Sir Peter Blake, Children Reading Comics, 1954. Oil on hardboard, 36.9 x 47.1 cm. Tullie House Museum and Art Gallery, Carlisle (Cumbria).
Sir Peter Blake, Children Reading Comics, 1954.
Oil on hardboard, 36.9 x 47.1 cm.
Tullie House Museum and Art Gallery, Carlisle (Cumbria).


So then, what should be next? Vampires and Zombies aren’t getting us anywhere

Monday, June 3, 2013

Weniger ist Mehr?

Michelangelo hat seine weltberühmte David-Skulptur aus einem einzigen Block Carrara-Marmor geschlagen. Als er gefragt wurde, wie er dabei vorgegangen sei, soll er geantwortet haben: „Ganz einfach: Ich habe alles weggeschlagen, was nicht David war.“

Das Überflüssige wegnehmen, möglichst alles auf das Wesentliche reduzieren: Dies scheint eine sinnvolle Empfehlung für viele Lebensbereiche zu sein, ganz egal ob es sich dabei um Schminke, den eigenen Satzbau oder die Innengestaltung des neuen Badezimmers handelt.

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Italienische Vase aus dem späten 16. Jahrhundert, Courtesy of the Metropolitan Museum of Modern Arts


Doch wo beginnt überflüssiger Luxus und was ist ein nettes Extra? Wo fängt der Kitsch an und was ist ein Klassiker? Gerade im Zusammenhang mit Designobjekten stellt sich oft die Frage: Ist das nun Kunst oder kann das weg?

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Boys and their Toys

I have to admit, that despite my degree, I am not much of a news junkie. I found the news in the US entirely too depressing – as they rarely report the whole story or about anything that is worthy of the attention it is given. Seriously guys? The whole nation needs to be let in on the (what will sooner than later be considered an itty-bitty) scandal at Rutgers? Move on; leave Rutgers alone; it’s not relevant to anyone that wasn’t in that video. ::exits THAT soap box::

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Peter Paul Rubens, Man in a Korean Costume, 1617.
Black chalk with touches of red chalk in the face, 38.4 x 23.5 cm.
The J. Paul Getty Museum, Los Angeles.


So, when the grapevine informed me

Monday, March 25, 2013

Scarpe, servo delle mie brame, siete le più belle

Non è una novità che alla major parte delle donne piacciono le scarpe. Rappresentano per noi, ragazze,  una specie di gioielli che si scelgono secondo il vestito portato. Le scarpe hanno una dimenzione estetica essentiale e accentuano il glamour. Chi, all’esempio di Carrie Bradshaw non ha mai sognato di poter avere un bellissimo dressing pieno di scarpe ? Chi, non ha mai passato una serata sofferendo di male di piede incredibile perché le sue scarpe non erano comode pero ... erano belle ?

A me piacciono particolarmente i tacchi e le sandale d’estate. Perché ? I tacchi mi rendono più alta, mi stendono la  “silhouette” e  le gambe e sono simbolo di feminità e di glamour. E le sandale (senza tacchi) perché d’estate, mi piace anche essere al mio agio.

 

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Scarpe di donna, Italia, XVII secolo, Musée International de la Chaussure, Romans.


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Scarpe « Décolleté » di Marylin Monroe, decorate di strass rosso Swarosvki, create da S. Ferragamo per il film Let’s make love di George Cukor in 1960, Museo di Ferragamo, Firenze.


 

Quando ero piccola, mia mamma mi diceva : “ Impari a conoscere un’uomo quando guardi le sue scarpe. Se sono pulite, è ordinato”. Questa frase mi è rimasta in testa durante anni. Non, non è vero. La verità è che l’avevo dimenticata fino al mio arrivo in Italia cinque anni fa. Per essere precisa mi è tornata in testa il 17 settembre 2007, a Parma. Stavo aspettando, seduta su un banco con le mie valigie, che l’ufficio che mi doveva ospitare aprisse, chiedendomi cosa facevo lì, e guardando o piuttosto dovrei dire ”ammirando” la gente andare al lavoro, (gente = uomini), perché erano le 8 di mattina. Erano bellissimi, pantaloni neri, camicie bianche, capelli gominati (si si è vero !). Mi stavo già meravigliando quando il mio sguardo ha derivato verso un super bel uomo, alto, con gli occhi azzuri, capelli chiari, viso di angelo. Avrebbe potuto essere modello di diciamo, fragranza. Era perfetto ragazze! Sfortunatamente, il mio godimento è stato molto breve : non so assolutamente perché i miei occhi si sono spostati sulle sue scarpe. Da questo momento il mondo è crollato attorno da me. Questo modello cosi bello portava delle scarpe vecchie di trent’anni, danneggiate e ovviamente non lucidate. Per essere onesta, di solito non mi attaco a queste cose pero, devo ammettere che sono rimasta delusa e frustata. Come, un’uomo cosi chic poteva arrischiarsi a portare scarpe antiche? Magari pensava che non si vedessero, magari era in ritardo e non aveva visto quale scarpe stava mettendo... Ho provato di dargli mille ragioni.. ma, non, nessuna scusa.

Moralità : ragazzi, attento! La scelta delle scarpe non deve essere sbadata. Non pensare MAI che le ragazze non ci fanno attenzione perché vi guardiamo dall’alto in basso Signori...

 

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Scarpe di Maurice Chevalier, portate al teatro degli Champs-Elysées, Musée international de la Chaussure, Romans.


 

Se vi piacciono le scarpe, la mostra del Metropolitan Museum di New York vi apre generosamente le sue porte. Se purtroppo vi è impossible attraversare l’Oceano Atlantico, potete consultare il libro Shoes, pubblicato da Parkstone International.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Plain Jane or Fancy Pants?

I’m a rather plain girl in the sense of THINGS. Function beats form any day as far as I’m concerned (this, of course, excludes a previous post concerning my unhealthy affinity for shoes), ensuring that I will never be counted amongst the infamous and (for unknown reasons) publicised “Gold Diggers” of the world, which is surely a very real concern for any young woman of the 21st century. It took me ages to switch over to the “smart” phone, which only lasted about a year; as soon as it was possible I reverted back to a “dumb” phone – as long as it calls, texts, does math (because I can’t), and has Snake, I’m happy.

 

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Sharp corners, pointy feet: my own personal death trap.
Writing desk attributed to André-Charles Boulle, c. 1715.
Bérain marquetry of copper on ebony base.


So when choosing a mirror for the foyer I’m much more likely to choose a plain frame with a large reflection as opposed to a smaller glass with cherubs and whatnot on it. I’d much rather look at my face, or see if there’s someone creeping up behind me, than any fancy embellishments (I said I wasn’t a Gold Digger; I didn’t say I wasn’t mildly vain).

 

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Naiad, 1756.
Soft porcelaine and gilt bronze, 26 cm.
Musée du Louvre, Paris


Furthermore, the cracks and crevices of these fancy objects are a right pain in the butt for dusting – even if you have a maid, which I don’t, I’m guessing your more ornate pieces wouldn’t pass the white glove test. And let the klutzes amongst us not forget the imminent danger of clawed feet and the sharp edges of candlestick holders. I have a permanent bruise from a decorative dresser with sharp corners which is still in my childhood home; even though I knew it was there and never moved in all the years I lived there, the corner and my thigh carried on some sort of strange and masochistic affair to which I was only privy to the pain.

 

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This room makes me feel rather claustrophobic. The desk is really nice though.
Roll-top secrétarie for Louis XV’s inner study in Versailles by Jean-François Oeben and Jean-Henri Riesener, 1760-1769.
Bronze, marquetry of a variety of fine woods, Sèvres porcelain, 147.3 x 192.5 x 105 cm.
Palace of Versailles.


Head over to the Met for the Plain or Fancy: Restraint and Exuberance in Decorative Arts through 18 August and fantasise about fancy furniture and decorations. Come home relived that you aren’t the one that has to clean any of it, or stub your precious toes in the middle of the night. If you are looking for decoration tips from the fancier side, get your hands on Decorative Art by Albert Jaquemart – but don’t say that I didn’t warn you. Sound off below! Are you a Plain Jane or a Fancy Pants?

-Le Lorrain Andrews

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Chicago and Picasso

I have to admit, I’ve had a bit of a crush on Chicago for a long time. Not because it’s cold or windy, or for any of its sports teams. I’m not a fan of deep dish pizza; hot dogs gross me out for the most part. Al Capone is pretty big to speak of, I suppose, but mob ‘outfits’ strike me as excessive and silly. One positive note thus far: I’ve heard amazing things about O’Hare International. Oh, and since the Chicago Fire of 1871, the city rightfully boasts superior urban planning.

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Pablo Picasso, Woman with a Helmet of Hair, 1904.
Gouache on tan wood pulp board, 42.7 x 31.3 cm.
The Art Institute of Chicago, Chicago.


So what is it that has me perpetually itching to check out this mid-western city for an indeterminable period of time? I’m pretty keen on the people – they’re all kind and witty, they don’t take themselves too seriously, and they seem to hold the mid-western charm sans dopey accent. And perhaps the entire east coast could stand to have a bit of that rubbed off on them.

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Pablo Picasso, Daniel-Henry Kahnweiler, 1910.
Oil on canvas, 100.4 x 72.4 cm.
The Art Institute of Chicago, Chicago.


More, most importantly, really, the art and cultural scene hold their own when it comes to other large American cities, which I will not specifically name, but I’m sure you can guess which I mean. Chicago was the first to open its arms to exhibitions of Cubism, Surrealism, and all of their strange yet beautiful friends. Even Pablo Picasso, who never once even stepped foot the United States, dedicated a statue, one of his last I might add, to the city of Chicago. The Art Institute of Chicago is responsible for 350 of Picasso’s pieces. I wouldn’t call myself a Picasso enthusiast, but that’s a rather serious collection to speak of.

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Pablo Picasso, Man with a Pipe, 1915.
Oil on canvas, 130.2 x 89.5 cm.
The Art Institute of Chicago, Chicago.


Anyone interested in catching the next flight to Chicago? We can rendezvous in O’Hare and split a Chicago-style hotdog. Who knows, maybe the Cubs will be spectacular this year. While we wait for that to happen, we can visit The Art Institute of Chicago’s Picasso and Chicago exhibit, on through 12 May 2013. If the flight is too much of a change for you, dig into Picasso by Victoria Charles for a parallel look at his life and artworks.

-Le Lorrain Andrews

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

A Realm of Contradiction

Asia: The mystery of the Orient. Exotic people, exotic clothes, and exotic food. Parasols under cherry blossom trees. Staggeringly beautiful pagodas with highly delicate ornamentation. People who are short of stature, but high in courtesy. Humid jungles. Roll upon roll of luxurious carpets. Fragrantly perfumed air enveloping crowded market stalls. A medley of spices waiting to be unleashed.

OR

Asia: Hot. Humid. The short, staccato clamour of horns punctuating the incessant drone of traffic. An acrid stench of mingled fumes and durian pervades the air. Masked and hooded figures driving with abandon, giving rise to the adrenaline rush of death-defying acts of crossing the street. Street food at every corner, same same, but different. Low prices. Highly caffeinated shots of coffee; essential to keep the average visitor awake and alert to this perplexing and enticing setting.

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A child and a buffalo, returning from the rice fields


So which is it? Which is the real Asia?

Well, I can honestly say that both descriptions accurately fit the bill. There is nothing straightforward about Asia. Contrasts and contradictions meet you at every turn: surprise and incredulity, victory and defeat, joy and despair. These are all emotions that the average person may experience (and sometimes in rapid succession) upon setting foot on Asian soil. But through it all, a ray of curiosity shines bright. A people, ready to learn and to change, quick to welcome, and quick to share: this is my impression of what has been called The Orient.

It is astounding to me that in the aftermath of such pain and destruction that this part of the world has so recently faced, that human resilience is what shines through the brightest.  Not only resilience, but tenacity, the foresight to educate, and above all, hope. Hope for a better future, for a higher destiny. I see this in the focus on schools, in advancing economies, and in the adoration in the eyes of a child’s grandparents.

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Poklong Anading
Counter Acts, 2004
Chromogenic transparency in lightbox, 228.6 x 365.8 cm, edition 3/3
Courtesy of the artist
Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum, New York


Art is another example of how this region of the world is challenging both self-imposed and outside perceptions. In particular, the ongoing exhibit at the Solomon R. Guggenheim museum showcases contemporary Asian art, looking deeper at the cultures of the countries within the continent than the politics and geographies which embroil them.

The Guggenheim’s exhibit: No Country: Contemporary Art for South and Southeast Asia is ongoing until the 22nd May 2013. If both New York and Asia are a little too far away, why not browse through Jean François Hubert’s book The Art of Champa?

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Living Marble Masterpieces

I grew up about an hour outside of Philadelphia – a hub of culture, art, and United States history. Being introduced to the arts and science (I still, in my late twenties, love to touch things in the Franklin Institute) at a young age, Auguste Rodin’s sculptures are amongst my earlier memories. I always stared at them the longest and hardest, waiting for them to breathe. You should also know I stood quite a distance away because works like Adam (bronze, modelled 1880-1881) are fairly frightening for a ten year old.

It’s said that marble is the most flesh-like material; naturally cold and hard, it needs to be warm and supple to produce the desired effect. An effect which Rodin always managed to take a bit further in all of his works, whether marble, bronze, or plaster. Viewing the lovers of Eternal Springtime (Philadelphia Art Museum, plaster, modelled 1884), it appears as if they are simply holding their breath for passers-by because they’ve been caught in a private moment and hope to be ignored so they can continue with their business.

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(Okay, not the one in the Philadelphia Art Museum of which I boasted, but equally good!)
August Rodin, Eternal Spring, or Eternal Springtime, probably modelled 1881, executed 1906-1907.
Marble, 71.1 cm.
The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York.


Greatly admiring Michelangelo, Rodin strove to equal his mastery of the human body so far as giving life to his statues. I would argue that Rodin accomplished this goal many times over, before even travelling to Italy to better study Michelangelo’s works. Depending on the piece, sadness, happiness, strength, despair, or love exudes from Rodin’s masterpieces.

The Danaïd daughters, subsequent to murdering their husbands after betrothal (49 of the 50 girls), were sentenced to the Underworld and forced to carry a jug of water to fill a bottomless bath to wash away their sins. In Rodin’s recreation, the back is beautifully rendered, as is the nape of her neck, but most of all she oozes despair at the profound error of her sin.

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Auguste Rodin, Danaïd, 1889.
Marble, 36 x 71 x 53 cm.
Musée Rodin, Paris.


The Musée Rodin, already a breeding ground for magnificence and splendour, is exhibiting Rodin, flesh and marble now through 1 September 2013. You’ve got plenty of time to go and experience all of the emotions and see the intricacies of Rodin’s masterworks. Also, Auguste Rodin by Rilke is sure to be a much appreciated gift this holiday season! Wonderfully written and breathtakingly illustrated, don’t miss out on these books (Rodin by Rilke) about nearly-modern day Rodin!

-Le Lorrain Andrews

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Rome, ville caméléon ?

Rome est symbolique, culturelle et éternelle. Si la ville de la Dolce Vita de Fellini attire toujours aujourd’hui des milliers de touristes c’est parce qu’elle fascine par son passé, par ses vestiges antiques et par sa nourriture (il est bien connu, au niveau gastronomique que l’Italie est une valeur sûre).

Qui a-t-il de plus agréable, après une journée de visites, que de déguster un gelato assis sur les marches de la Piazza di Spagna, ou de boire un apéro à la tombée de la nuit, en regardant le spectacle de la rue, les hommes d’affaires ultra gominés en costard-cravates, chaussures cirées ayant terminé leur journée, les italiennes, féminines à souhait, les groupes de jeunes sur leurs scooters, le tout, accompagné d’un fond sonore mêlant accordéon et  « Ciao, come va ?; Com’è andata la giornata ?; un bicchiere di vino per favore. » 

Cliché ? Certainement. C’est… la dolce vita.

En apparence, Rome fait rêver, et si tout ne vous semble qu’être architecture, sculpture, vestiges romains, beauté et perfection,  alors détrompez-vous ! Rome possède aussi un passé sombre et des entrailles que Victor Hugo dans les Châtiments, qualifiait de « ténèbres ». Par entrailles j’entends les égouts de Rome, et la Cloaca Maxima, le canal qui, dans la Rome Antique desservait le forum romain et servait à emporter les eaux pluviales et les immondices de la ville. Autant dire qu’avant que celle-ci ne soit couverte, la capitale italienne était la porte ouverte à de nombreux problèmes d’insalubrité, et d’épidémies.

Si la Rome terrestre est un monde, la Rome souterraine en est un autre. Un enfer sombre, qui s’étend sur des kilomètres, et qui s’ouvre parfois sous les pieds des passants. Ce monde obscur, fétide, boueux, royaume des rongeurs se transforme en ruisseau lorsqu’il pleut. Ce monde du néant, ou seul le bruit des bêtes se fait entendre, recueille tous les vices de Rome. On en oublierait presque que quelques mètres au-dessus de cet antre, se trouve une Rome vivante, bruyante, chaotique dans laquelle ont œuvré de nombreux artistes ;  le Colisée,  le forum antique, le Vatican, la Basilique Saint Pierre et la Pietà de Michel-Ange ; la Fontaine de Trevi ; la Piazza Navona et la Fontaine des 4 Fleuves du Bernin.

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Bernini, la place Saint Pierre, Vatican


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Fellini, La Dolce Vita, Marcello Mastroianni et Aanita Ekberg


Rome ville diabolique, Rome ville historique et Rome vedette de cinéma. Fellini sera sans aucun doute l’un des premiers la filmer. La Dolce Vita est un éloge de la capitale italienne et Fellini, en y faisant déambuler ses personnages nous en montre les plus beaux recoins,  notamment la fontaine de Trevi avec cette célèbre scène que je ne peux m’empêcher de comparer à  l’une des œuvres du Bernin. Le Bernin qui était à la sculpture ce que Fellini était au cinéma, c'est-à-dire un artiste aux multiples facettes, doté d’une virtuosité technique incroyable. Ses sculptures majoritairement de thèmes bibliques possèdent un effet dramatique et théâtral. L’expression est parfois caricaturale, tout comme l’était le caractère de certains personnages de Fellini, si bien que l’on en arriverait  presque à comparer la Sylvia (Aanita Ekberg) « en extase » de Fellini dans cette fameuse scène, à l’Extase de la sainte Thérèse du Bernin.

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Le Bernin, L’Extase de sainte- Thérèse, 1652,
Chapelle Cornaro de l'église Santa Maria


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Fellini, La Dolce Vita, 1960. Della Vittoria à Rome.


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Le Bernin, Fontaine des 4 Fleuves, 1648 - 1651, Piazza Navona, Rome


Rome reste LA ville italienne par excellence et si aujourd’hui Fellini, Mastroianni, Michel-Ange et le Bernin ne sont plus, d’autres ont pris la relève. L’un des derniers en date : Tom Hanks dans le film Anges et Démons de Ron Howard.

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Si vous avez l’opportunité d’être à New York d’ici Janvier 2013, ne ratez pas l’exposition Bernini Sculpting in Clay  du 3 octobre 2012 au 6 janvier 2013, au Metropolitan Museum. Prenez le temps d’aller apprécier les esquisses en argiles de ce qui représente aujourd’hui les chefs d’œuvres de la capitale Romaine, puis à l’occasion pourquoi ne pas vous y rendre lors d’un éventuel futur voyage ! Vous pouvez aussi consulter le livre L’Art Baroque de Victoria Charles.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Die Metamorphose der Skulptur

Ein Kunsthistoriker muss in seinem Leben mindestens zwei Bücher gelesen haben, die Bibel und Ovids Metamorphosen. So oder so ähnlich begann einer meiner Professoren ein Seminar zu den Göttern, Helden, Nymphen und Verwandlungen, denen man in den 15 Büchern der Metamorphosen begegnet. Und es ist doch immer wieder erstaunlich, wie uns diese Geschichten über Jungfrauen verfolgende liebestolle Jünglinge, einen triebgesteuerten Göttervater und seine eifersüchtige Ehefrau, die schöne Mutter des Liebesgottes und den Helden am Scheideweg nicht nur die Welt erklären, sondern uns auch einen wunderbaren Zugang zu den Meisterwerken der Kunstgeschichte gewähren.

Nicht nur in der Malerei, sondern auch in der Bildhauerei ist das Wissen über die griechischen und römischen Mythen in der Auseinandersetzung mit den Kunstwerken essenziell. So auch bei der Betrachtung der Skulpturen Berninis. Wie kaum einem anderen gelingt es ihm, die mythischen Szenen in Marmor zu bannen. Die Dynamik der Verfolgung Daphnes, die zum Schutz vor Apoll von ihrem Vater, dem Flussgott Peneios, in einen Lorbeer verwandelt wird, bannt Bernini in einen einzelnen Moment – der Moment, in dem Apoll Daphne erreicht und ihre Verwandlung beginnt.


Gian Lorenzo Bernini, Apollo und Daphne, 1622-1625.
Marmor, Höhe: 243 cm.
Galleria Borghese, Rom.


Doch kann man diese technische Meisterleistung der Bildhauerei trotz ihrer Anmut und Einzigartigkeit nur mit dem Wissen über die Geschichte von Apoll und Daphne verstehen. Um die Erhabenheit dieser barocken Skulptur in ihrer ganzen Herrlichkeit genießen zu können, musste ich die Metamorphosen lesen und bin seitdem immer wieder fasziniert davon, wie sich vor meinen Augen ein Kunstwerk in eine Geschichte verwandelt.

Den Wandel von der Skizze zum Modell und schließlich zur vollendeten Skulptur Berninis können Sie noch bis zum 6. Januar 2013 im Metropolitan Museum of Art in der Ausstellung Bernini – Sculpting in Clay nachverfolgen. Lassen Sie sich entweder in New York in die Welt der Verwandlung innerhalb eines Entstehungsprozesses entführen oder verfolgen Sie die Geschichte der Skulptur von der Antike über die Renaissance und das Barock bis hin zur Moderne mit dem Buch Skulpturen des Verlages Parkstone-International.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

We're all living in America, America is wunderbar…

Amerika galt lange Zeit als das Land,in dem Träume wahr werden. Doch ist das heute noch genauso? Wofür stehen die Vereinigten Staaten von Amerika heute? Was verbinden wir mit Amerika?

We're all living in America, Coca-Cola, Wonderbra, We're all living in America“ lautet der Refrain des von der deutschen Rockband Rammstein 2004 herausgebrachtenSongs Amerika. An anderer Stelle wird der Refrain durch „Coca-Cola, sometimes WAR, We're all living in America, America is wunderbar“ variiert. Im Songtext heißt es dann: „Lasst euch ein wenig kontrollieren, [...] Musik kommt aus dem Weißen Haus, [...], und wer nicht tanzen will am Schluss, weiß noch nicht, dass er tanzen muss!“.

Es sind sowohl die banalen Dinge wie Coca-Cola als der Exportschlager aus den USA und der durch die Traumfabrik Hollywoods und den Playboy geförderte Schönheitswahn symbolisierende Wonderbra,als auch tiefgründige Aspekte wie Krieg, Macht undKontrolle, die wir heute in unserem kollektiven Gedächtnis mit Amerika verbinden. Natürlich reicht das nicht, um dem drittgrößten Staat der Welt, der der Bevölkerung nach nur durch China und Indien und der geografischen Ausdehnung nach nur von Russland und Kanada überboten wird, ein Gesicht zu verleihen.

Trotz der riesigen Fläche und der Zergliederung in 50 Bundesstaaten gibt es dennoch etwas, das überall gleich ist und das man überall in den USA wiederfindet – auf den Häuserdächern, in den Gärten, auf Trucks, T-Shirts, Basecaps und Bettwäsche– die Stars and Stripes sind überall. Besser als viele Worte schafft die Flagge Einheitlichkeit, ein nationales Bewusstsein unddas Gefühl der Zusammengehörigkeit und erzählt darüber hinaus etwas über die amerikanische Geschichte: Die sieben roten und sechs weißen Streifen symbolisieren die 13 Gründungsstaaten, die 50 weißen Sterne auf dem blauen, rechteckigen Untergrund in der linken oberen Flaggenecke stehen für die 50 Bundesstaaten der United States of America. Auch die Farben sind nicht zufällig gewählt, sondern symbolisieren unterschiedliche gesellschaftliche Werte: das Weiß steht für Reinheit und Unschuld, das Rot für Tapferkeit und Widerstandsfähigkeit und das Blau für Wachsamkeit, Ausdauer und Gerechtigkeit. Für den Umgang mit der Flagge, das Hissen, Abnehmen und Vernichten beschädigter Flaggen gibt es im United States Code ein spezielles Flaggengesetz. Der 14. Juni wurde zum Flag Day erklärt.


Jasper Johns, Flag, 1954-55.
Öl und Wachs auf Collage auf Stoff auf drei Sperrholztafeln, 107,3 x 153,8 cm.
The Museum of Modern Art, New York.


Die Flagge und die amerikanische Landkarte sind typische Motive, die man mit dem 1930 in Georgia geborenen Künstler Jasper Johns verbindet. In seinem um 1954 entstandenen Meisterwerk Flag, das sich heute imMuseum of Modern Art in New York befindet, ist die Flagge bereits von Weitem als solche erkennbar.Erst bei näherer Betrachtung wird die darunterliegende Basis erkennbar: ein Zusammenschnitt aus Zeitungsüberschriften, Textausschnitten und Pressefotos. Auf diese Collage trug Johns durch eine Kombination aus Ölfarbe und flüssigem Wachs die Flagge auf. Auch hier wird diese zu einem Bindeglied, indem sie die zusammengeklebten Geschichten und Bilder zusammenfassend überlagert und sie so als nationale Geschehnisse darstellt.

Auf welche Weise Künstler in ihren Arbeiten, bewusst oder unbewusst, offensichtliche oder auch versteckte Stellungnahmen zu ihrem Heimatland, dessen Bevölkerung, den politischen oder gesellschaftlichen Zielen und dem Selbstverständnis des Landes verarbeiten, wird in der aktuellen Ausstellung ...as apple pie imThe Whitney Museum of American Artin New York seit Anfang Juni gezeigt. In einer rotierenden Installation werden Werke verschiedener amerikanischer Künstler ausgestellt. Die Flagge ist dabei nicht nur bei Jasper Johns ein wiederkehrendes Motiv, das die Exponate mit einem roten Faden unter vielen weiteren zu einem Knäuel nationaler Bezüge verknüpft. Eine spannende Entdeckungsreise und weitere Informationen über den Künstler und dessen Kunst sowie zahlreiche hochwertige Abbildungenenthält das im Parkstone-Verlag erschienene E-BookJasper Johns.

-C. Schmidt

Jasper Johns – symbole de la fierté américaine ?

Le Whitney Museum a créé une exposition autour du thème du patriotisme. Le travail de nombreux artistes américains, comme Hopper ou Charles Ray, est présenté afin d’étudier l’expression du sentiment de fierté de la nation. Comment l’art provoque-t-il une émotion qui provoque chez le spectateur le sentiment d’appartenir à une nation ?

En cette période de jeux olympiques, le thème est plutôt bien trouvé, surtout dans un pays construit autour du patriotisme. Les visiteurs ne manqueront pas.


Jasper Johns, Drapeau, 1954-1955.
Encaustique, huile et collage sur tissue monté sur contreplaqué, trois panneaux, 107,3 x 153,8 cm.
Museum of Modern Art, New York.



Jasper Johns, Carte, 1961.
Huile sur toile, 198,2 x 314,7 cm.
Museum of Modern Art, New York.


Les toiles de Jasper Johns sur le drapeau et le continent américain paraissent être les meilleurs témoignages possibles de ce sentiment. Quel meilleur symbole que le drapeau de son pays ? Cependant le choix de ce thème n’était pas aussi simpliste pour Johns. Cela peut aussi être une référence à son service militaire, ou une réaction contre l’art de l’époque (les expressionnistes abstraits comme Rothko) qui préférait des toiles lisses, sans représentations d’objets.

En complément de cette exposition et afin de découvrir l’œuvre de Johns, vous pouvez parcourir les pages de Jasper Johns.

Re-learning Patriotism Through Jasper Johns

I will only admit this to a group of viral strangers once, and maybe this will cause outrage and disowning or maybe you’re sitting there nodding your head in disappointed agreement, but I’m originally from the USA. Not only do I despise calling it “the USA”, I’m also exhausted to the core of defending calling myself “American”. It is not my fault that my country never established some other name that could end in -ish, -i, -ese, -ian, -ic, etc., etc. Further, Canada = Canadians, Mexico = Mexicans, and don’t even get me started on the many, many countries within South and Central America that have their own suffixes.

Having been away from “my” country for a substantial period of time, I not only find myself relating less and less to my compatriots, I also quickly find myself exhausted with their behaviour, comments, arrogance, and ignorance. For much longer than I’ve been away, I’ve considered myself a citizen of the world; but the world’s other citizens never cease to remind me of my roots. Thanks for that; how dare I nearly forget?

And here we are, in the midst of the Olympics, and I’m supposed to inherently care about the US teams. Admittedly, I don’t care for the Olympics outside of a very few, select events in the first place, but I suppose it’s a nice time to show national pride, even when your country is already blamed for being entirely too nationalistic as it is. Just a reminder, friends: nationalism and patriotism are different. I’m happy to be United States-ish for all of the opportunities I am afforded (and therefore am patriotic); however, I do not dislike any other countries or their people for any reason, nor do I think my country is superior to others (and am, therefore, not nationalistic). Look it up.

Jasper Johns is a true vision of the USA: from a broken home, he grew up with a range of members of his extended family in various, small east-coast towns, eventually moving to New York before serving in the Army. He returned to New York after the Korean War and got heavily involved in the artistic scene of the 1960s. He now lives in Connecticut and also owns property in St Martin. Johns is best known for Flag:


Jasper Johns, Flag, 1954-1955.
Encaustic, oil, and collage on fabric mounted on plywood, three panels, 107.3 x 153.8 cm.
Museum of Modern Art, New York.


Most of his iconic work depicts national emblems, especially flags and maps. I almost need to look away in embarrassment of my near-shame of a country that he seems to admire and venerate. Maybe I should get myself to Connecticut and watch the Olympics with Johns; he may be my last hope at holding on to my motherland. This is my favourite of his:


Jasper Johns, Map, 1961.
Oil on canvas, 198.2 x 314.7 cm.
Museum of Modern Art, New York.


The Whitney Museum, a United States-ic museum of United States-ese art, is exhibiting strong United States-i artists and their strong patriotic images. Bake an apple pie and leave it to cool while you get yourself over there to restore your own patriotism. While you’re at it, check out a Yankee (or Mets if you must) game. For entertainment on the subway ride, be sure to procure this beautifully illustrated ebook: Jasper Johns.

-Le Lorrain Andrews