Showing posts with label Art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Art. Show all posts

Dec 21, 2012

In the shadow of his wife: Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo


An exhibition featuring the work of Mexican artist Frida Kahlo and her husband Diego Rivera currently on show at Toronto’s Art Gallery of Ontario (AGO) would have sparked heated debate in the late 20th century, but in today’s post-feminist world the pairing sidesteps controversy altogether.

In the past, celebrating a woman artist side-by-side with her husband would have been seen by feminists  as a sign of her oppression by the patriarchy. However, traditional feminist debate about women artists, which has historically centred on a fight for individual recognition in a male-dominated art world -- so common in decades gone by -- is not mentioned in the AGO show or in the exhibition catalogue.

Instead, curator Dot Tuer inverts the tradition that would have cast Kahlo in Rivera’s shadow and celebrates Kahlo’s artistic abilities, proposing that the powerful feminine themes of her work have eclipsed the outmoded activist bent of Rivera’s.

Rivera reached international renown as a communist mural painter in the 1920s, depicting the Mexican revolution and class struggle, while Kahlo -- 20 years his junior -- was at the time more modestly acclaimed by the surrealist movement and the Mexican art world for works focused on her own personal suffering.

“Rivera no longer looms larger-than-life in the public imagination as Mexico’s greatest muralist accompanied by a much younger and diminutive wife,” Tuer says in the exhibition catalogue. “Instead, Frida is seen as the iconic artist with Diego cast in a minor role as her much older and philandering husband.

“Numerous exhibitions have enshrined her as one of modernism’s most profound women artists, whose self-portraits embody both the physical suffering she endured after a debilitating bus accident and the spiritual anguish caused by Rivera’s infidelity and her inability to have children.”

Rivera’s reputation declined during the Cold War and with the rise of abstract expressionism, Tuer writes, his work now dismissed as cartoonish political propaganda, despite major retrospectives in Mexico City, London and Detroit since the mid-1980s.

These supportive claims for Kahlo’s work must surely mark sweet victory for such feminist art critics as Lucy Lippard, Rozsika Parker and Griselda Pollock who struggled in the latter part of the 20th century to stake a place for forgotten women artists on gallery walls in the world’s major art collections.

Also for such artists as Judy Chicago who sought to generate valid “herstory” through her internationally recognised “Dinner Party” and “Birth Project” art exhibitions of the 1970s and 1980s.

The installations, which featured ceramic plates and tapestries, named women whose importance Chicago said had been largely written out of history. She argued that craft should be considered art and that art made by women should be taken seriously by the establishment.  

Such universal concerns led eventually to the creation of a women’s art museum in Washington, D.C., which opened in 1987.

“By its very existence, the National Museum of Women in the Arts challenges the unequal representation of female artists in other museums, in galleries, and in major shows and offers an important and national alternative space,” wrote art historian Alessandra Comini in the 1987 museum catalogue.

Frida & Diego: Passion, Politics and Painting, which closes at the AGO on Jan. 20, 2013, before re-opening at Atlanta’s High Museum of Art on Feb. 14, offers an unapologetic perspective on Kahlo as an equal with her husband, not as a victim toiling in his shadow.

More than 80 drawings and paintings, accompanied by photographs of the couple show how their lives were intertwined, despite troubles that led to their divorce and remarriage.

Not long before Kahlo died in 1954 at age 47, she referred to Rivera as “my child, my son, my mother, my father, my husband, my everything.”

Rivera referred to Kahlo’s death as the most tragic day of his life.

“Too late now I realised that the most wonderful part of my life had been my love for Frida,” he said.

Picture credit:
Hospital Henry Ford, 1932, oil on metal, from the
Collection Museo Dolores Olmedo, Xochimilco, Mexico. Banco de México Diego Rivera & Frida Kahlo Museums Trust, Mexico, D.F./Artists Rights Society, New York.

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Addendum

I painted this plaster cast, a copy of one Kahlo wore and painted, for a production of a 1994 play titled "Frida K" produced at the Toronto Fringe Festival.
 

Oct 16, 2012

The Golden Poo

A golden poo such as the one pictured above is used in the logo and as the prize for the Golden Poo Awards, which raise awareness of the lack of sanitation in the developing world.

If you click on the picture, you will be able to read the notice beside it for all the details about the sculpture.

I sighted it in a display case at the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine after attending a talk about the future of the World Health Organisation (WHO).

Oct. 18, 2012:

I subsequently wrote a story about the exhibition.

Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device

Feb 25, 2012

Wollstonecraft's "Vindication" at 220 years old


Mary Wollstonecraft's book "A Vindication of the Rights of Woman" was published 220 years ago this week on February 23, 1792. It posits that women are entitled to a proper education and to the same rights as men.

To mark the event, I took this photograph of a plate designed by the influential feminist artist Judy Chicago for "The Dinner Party" -- a 1970s art installation -- from an image in a book of the same name. The plate is a conceptualized image of 18th-century feminist Wollstonecraft.

Chicago's 1979 book describes the art project, which took her five years to complete. At its core, Chicago's "Dinner Party" art installation represented 39 significant real and mythological women as abstract designs on ceramic plates evoking vulvar and butterfly forms.

The interpretive works were set out on a triangular table and accompanying embroidered runners further illustrated important aspects of the women's lives. Another 999 women of achievement were memorialized on the floor.

The women selected for representation in "The Dinner Party" were those who "had fought to make themselves heard, fought to retain their influence, attempted to implement or extend the power that was theirs, and endeavored to do what they wanted," Chicago wrote.

"I thought images on plates would convey the fact that the women I planned to represent had been swallowed up and obscured by history instead of being recognized and honored," wrote Chicago.

Chicago had originally conceived the art project as a series of 100 plates to be hung on a wall, but eventually decided to create a dinner party installation.

"Each woman is herself, but through her can be seen the lives of thousands of other women -- some famous, some anonymous, but all struggling ... to have some sense of their own worth through five thousand years of a civilization dominated by men," Chicago wrote.

CHILDBIRTH & DEATH

The picture below represents Wollstonecraft dying of childbirth fever after giving birth to her daughter Mary Shelley, who in adulthood wrote the novel "Frankenstein".



"The Mary Wollstonecraft image for the back of the 'Dinner Party' runner prefigured my interest in the subject of birth and creation," Chicago wrote in her 1985 book, "The Birth Project".

"It was an image that frightened me when I did it because it was so raw and graphic," Chicago wrote.


FEMINIST INFLUENCE

When I was primarily a painter and artist, I read Judy Chicago's books, Wollstonecraft's "Vindication", as well as other feminist philosophy on art and women's role in society in general. I also read a lot of women's literature.

Virginia Woolf's 1929 "A Room of One's Own" stands out as the most memorable and serves both as a hub and framework for all the other ideas and concepts.

As a woman who was not raised to settle for a domestic existence rearing children, I wasn't sure how to proceed in a male-dominated world. 

Reading about the experiences, thoughts and visions of other women helped me.

Jul 10, 2011

Fourth estate: on this dark day #notw

Explorations led me to the "Three Printers" (Wilfred Dudeney, c. 1957) sculpture.

I was looking for this sculpture on this dark day for journalism -- the final day of publication of London's "News of the World" newspaper after scandalous revelations.

The Portland stone sculpture is Britain's only public monument to newspapers, according to the plaque beside it, representing aspects of newspaper-making, a newsboy, a printer and an editor.

It was originally in New Street Square, commissioned by Westminster Press Group, moved in 2009 by the Goldsmith's Company, freeholders of New Street Square, and placed in the Company's garden on Gresham Street, following redevelopment of the square.

Jul 2, 2011

Many regrets

Went to an abstract expressionist exhibition at the Art Gallery of Ontario on Saturday.

For some reason I felt sad about the things that happened in my life which led me from a career in art.

The (mostly) beautiful artwork is from the Museum of Modern Art in New York.

Jun 8, 2009

Secret garden



These pictures below are of the Tate Modern Community Garden, where nearby residents can go if they become members. There is no charge to join.


Often there is no one else in the garden when I visit except for the cat pictured above, the duck, the doves and the fish.





Looks like Mr MacGregor was in the garden today because his wheelbarrow is out.



Mar 15, 2008

In like a lion


After the massive snowstorm we had last weekend, Toronto is now about 17 centimetres short of its annual snowfall record. When the record was set in the winter of 1938-39, it snowed 207.4 centimetres.

A week later, it's already cycling weather, although the streets are dangerously narrow because of the monstrous snowbanks.


Last Saturday, a friend and I braved the elements and took the Dufferin bus down to the Liberty Grand building in the Canadian National Exhibition grounds to see the Artist Project.


There was a wide variety of work in the four-day exhibition and sale. The show was mostly comprised of paintings, but there were also a few sculptures.


A lot of the rural scenic art works are apparently painted by artists who drive around taking photographs in the countryside and paint from snaps of images of the highway and surrounding fields.


The only thing I bought were these two dolls made by DD. They were on sale in the Sketch area. Sketch is a community not-for-profit organization that helps street-involved and homeless youth get involved in the arts. DD wasn't there, but the people I bought the dolls from were thrilled that I bought both of them. They were glad the two weren't going to be separated.


The 10-minute walk back to the bus stop was brutal ... I accumulated about four inches of snow.

Oct 15, 2007

Ophelia, cemeteries & suicide


A friend of mine killed herself a few weeks ago. I knew her for about 20 years. We met at the Art Gallery of Ontario where she organized special events and functions. I was a waitress in the member's lounge.


The day I found out she'd killed herself, I saw this graffiti in Philosopher's Walk near the Royal Ontario Museum. I wondered how many people would share this sentiment.



She would visit the member's lounge for a glass of wine after she finished work on Wednesdays--the one day of the week that the gallery stayed open late. We liked each other, but we didn't socialize.

We were both very good pals of a talented, yet troubled, artist friend who killed himself in May 2005. I also met him during the two years or so when I worked at the gallery. He was a waiter in the restaurant and a gifted jeweller and artist.

The two spent a lot of time together. She was an excellent friend to him.

She was laid off after 25 years or so of working at the gallery. He killed himself on her last day on the job.

He was quite ill physically and was suffering from depression. He was an alcoholic and abused drugs. He threw himself on the subway tracks at the Queen Street station after checking himself out of St. Michael's Hospital.

The last time I saw him he was so high that he could barely speak. We went to see the film "Ray" at the Bloor Cinema and he passed out and slept through the entire movie. He phoned me at about 1:30 a.m. to apologize.

We tried to meet again a couple of times, but he never showed up.

He had tried previously to kill himself. I had intervened and taken him to the hospital on one occasion. I had also helped get him out of jail when he got into a mess while holidaying in St. Eustatius once.

After he killed himself, she and I got together from time to time.

I hadn’t heard from her for quite a while, but I sent an email to her husband about a week before she hung herself on her back deck.

Apparently, she left no note, but had been suffering from insomnia and anxiety.

The memorial was held while I was away in England.

While I was in London I saw an exhibition of the work of John Everett Millais at the Tate Britain. His romanticized image of Ophelia after she killed herself is shown below.


These are not the first friends I've known who have killed themselves.

A long time ago, when I lived in Ottawa and was in Grade 8, a friend killed himself while sniffing glue.

CEMETERY OUTSIDE ALL SAINTS CHURCH

This church in Maidstone was built in 1395, but the site has had a church on it since 650. I am not sure of the age of these tombstones in the pictures because the dates are worn off.





Construction on St. Mary's Church in Chiddingstone began in the 13th Century.





CEMETERY NEAR ORANGEVILLE

I went to this cemetery in May of this year. It is outside a village near Orangeville, Ont.