Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Munch at MoMA



Because I'm an art blogger, being allowed to take photos in museums is always a treat. Luckily, anything at the Museum of Modern Art can be photographed. . Even a special showing of one of four editions of Edvard Munch's The Scream and a few other of his paintings and lithographs on loan to the museum from other places, are allowed to be photographed.  During my visit to MoMA in February, my camera was always ready and a set of new batteries available in my pocket.

So, is The Scream all it's cut out to be? Yes, it is! Despite its ubiquitous reproductions on everything from greeting cards to boxer shorts, it retains all of its power to communicate the complex interaction between society, the self and the often mysterious elements of the way we view our own existence. One looks at it and is immediately struck on so many levels of emotion, that is is actually physically difficult to look at it for too long. None the less, the image grafts itself in the mind's eye and refuses to let go. I've thought about The Scream almost daily since my visit to MoMA. Partially, I think my reaction is a result of seeing the actual painting, in its proper context, instead of on a mug or a tee-shirt. The frame with its etched words further adds to the feeling of real communication between the artist and the viewer; one that transcends time and place. It was as if the artist gave me his eyes to view myself.  Needless to say, a very powerful experience and one that I don't expect I can precisely give a voice to. One of the most visceral experiences I've had to a painting since I first saw Van Gogh's Starry Night, another highly reproduced image.




Pastel on board
1895
One of four versions of The Scream made between 1893 and 1910. This is the only of the four in a private collection. The other three versions are in museums in Norway. This is piece that sold for $120 million at auction in 2012.



This is the inscription at the bottom of the frame of The Scream pastel version, shown above.



 The fact that The Scream is one of the world's most recognized and reproduced artworks implies that the painting resonates with a universal feeling of isolation, loneliness and despair. Munch lost his mother to tuberculosis when he was only five years old.  While still young, Munch also suffered the loss of his father and two sisters. The work of this period expresses the deep sense of grief and bleakness he carried well into adulthood.

Munch's work gave visual expression to feelings of existential angst and the darker aspects of human sexuality. His depictions of dark emotions and the psyche of modern man is often credited with being a precursor in the development of modern psychology.

Munch is regarded as one of the most influential artists of German and Central European expressionism.  He propelled into the limelight in Germany when his works, where were a part of an exhibition at the Verein Berliner Künstler, were found objectionable and the exhibition was closed down.



"My father was temperamentally nervous and obsessively religious—to the point of psychoneurosis. From him I inherited the seeds of madness. The angels of fear, sorrow, and death stood by my side since the day I was born."

~Edvard Munch









“I was born dying. Sickness, insanity and death were the dark angels standing guard at my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.”




Two People. The Lonely Ones
1914-17
Woodcut



"No longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. I will paint living people who breathe and feel and suffer and love. "

Jealousy
1891
Lithograph


"Nature is not all that is visible to the eye. It also includes the inner pictures of the soul."



The Storm
1893



"My fear of life is necessary to me, as is my illness. Without anxiety and illness, I am a ship without a rudder. My art is grounded in reflections over being different from others. My sufferings are part of my self and my art. They are indistinguishable from me, and their destruction would destroy my art. I want to keep those sufferings” 





Melancholy
1991
Oil on canvas

"Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye... it also includes the inner pictures of the soul."





Vampire II
Lithograph

"Your face encompasses the beauty of the whole earth. Your lips, as red as ripening fruit, gently part as if in pain. It is the smile of a corpse. Now the hand of death touches life. The chain is forged that links the thousand families that are dead to the thousand generations to come.” 

 Self-Portrait

“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.”





Stay tuned for a more comprehensive follow-up post on the life and work of Edvard Munch.




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Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Shoes for Fashion Slaves

A little bit of whimsy for your enjoyment.

Prada Jumbo







My personal favorite.







 





















Shoe 'tem Down



Marie Antoinette Shoes

Full Steam Ahead



Tea Petrovic 



Tutankhamun's Gold Sandals


( I tried and tried but I couldn't embed the video. Google is a hot mess.)



She's going shopping shopping for shoes
She wants them in magenta and caribbean blue
Platinum and buttercup lilac and black
They fill a bucket up and laugh behind her back
Imelda baby Imelda baby what to do
All the poor people saying that they gotta quit paying for you

In New York and Paris on the Champs Elysée
They see her coming from a long long way
They clap their hands together when they get her in the store
She's gonna wanna get more more more and more and more
Imelda baby Imelda baby what to do
All the poor people saying that they gotta quit paying for you

Everyone's gone Jackie O
She was a regular here
We thought madame would like to know
We've got the blood red rouge right here

Now we've got all of madame's requisites and all in madame's size
Madame's taste is truly exquisite she must accessorise
The belts are alligator the bags are kangaroo
Enchanté may I say the jade was made for you
Imelda baby Imelda baby what to do
All the poor people saying that they gotta quit paying for you
Imelda baby Imelda baby what to do
All the poor people saying that they gotta quit paying for you



Imelda baby Imelda baby what to do
All the poor people saying that they gotta quit paying for you

In New York and Paris on the Champs Elysée
They see her coming from a long long way
They clap their hands together when they get her in the store
She's gonna wanna get more more more and more and more
Imelda baby Imelda baby what to do
All the poor people saying that they gotta quit paying for you

Everyone's gone Jackie O
She was a regular here
We thought madame would like to know
We've got the blood red rouge right here

Now we've got all of madame's requisites and all in madame's size
Madame's taste is truly exquisite she must accessorise
The belts are alligator the bags are kangaroo
Enchanté may I say the jade was made for you
Imelda baby Imelda baby what to do
All the poor people saying that they gotta quit paying for you
Imelda baby Imelda baby what to do
All the poor people saying that they gotta quit paying for you
- Mark Knopfler

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Happy Christmas

Andy Warhol Christmas Card

 
Wishing all my blog friends a wonderful Christmas and happy, healthy New Year.
 
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Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Rest Peacefully

In nearly four years of blogging and approximately two years of social networking, I've virtually met a number of wonderful, creative and intelligent people. Those with whom I feel deeply connected, however, have been few and far between. Perhaps that is just a manifestation of who I am and how I go about the process of making friends.  Regardless of the reasons, I feel fortunate for both the purely friendly connections as well as the fewer, deeper friendships that I've developed through my internet experiences. 

Usually, those true friendships take a while to cement. Instinct almost always tells me that taking my time in any new relationship is a good idea. To be able to count on consistency in character and values in a friend is a sort of marker of that friend's authenticity, both online and in the real world. Georgia O'Keeffe once said: "Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. We haven't time, and to see takes time - like to have a friend takes time." 

In my life, I've found O'Keeffe's words to be largely true. One exception to "it takes time" happened when I made a new friend, Marc Panomoroff,  on the social network G+, perhaps a a year ago or so. A few months in getting to know Marc, he told me he was dying. Only a few hours ago today, December 5, I received an email from his daughter that he had passed away.

I don't recall how I stumbled upon his posts but almost immediately, I was struck by the sense of familiarity and ease with which we communicated. I pondered this spontaneous and rather quick new friendship and instead of my usual skepticism about fast friendships, I felt comfortable with it. It took me several months to understand the most important component of my trust in our friendship:  Marc was a gifted communicator. Not just a talented writer but truly gifted. And I  have his gift to thank for allowing me the privilege of getting to know him. Perhaps because he knew he was going to die, there was more of an urgency to get to know those he encountered along the way. What I concluded today is likely what others in Marc's life feel also. Whether they feel it in a way they can place into words or not doesn't matter. Marc was a person who reached those who attempted to reached back. That's what it's all about, isn't it? 

Of the things Marc and I had in common - literature, poetry, daughters, music was what we bonded around the most. We didn't have identical musical taste but we overlapped quite a bit. Among our mutual favorites were The Smiths and Talking Heads, among others. 

Marc - here is a song for you. I will miss you every bit as much as I would, had I been lucky enough to hug you tightly. Rest peacefully, dear friend. 









Sunday, December 2, 2012

Ophelia

To kickoff the new blog banner, I'd like to introduce you to Ophelia by John Everett Millais

Get thee to a nunn'ry, why woulds't thou be a breeder of
sinners?
~ Hamlet

Ophelia
Tate Britain, London






"There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that's for thoughts," said Ophelia to her brother Laertes. "There's fennel for you, and columbines. There's rue for you, and here's some for me; we may call it herb of grace o' Sundays. O, you must wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy. I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died."





Excerpt from Hamlet

 Laertes:

 Drowned! O, where?



Queen Gertrude:





There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them:
There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.
- Queen Gertrude.
Hamlet. Act IV, Scene VII.







Here is one:



In the 20th century, Salvador Dalí emerged as a surprise champion of the picture:
“How could Salvador Dalí fail to be dazzled by the flagrant surrealism of English Pre-Raphaelitism,” wrote the great surrealist in an article published in a 1936 journal, alongside a reproduction of Ophelia.
“The Pre-Raphaelite painters bring us radiant women who are, at the same time, the most desirable and most frightening that exist.”
~ Salvador Dali

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Sunday, November 11, 2012

Artist Spotlight - Paula Rego

After nearly five years of blogging about art (with a few other things thrown in), I've finally come to a place where I'm comfortable with what and when to post. There have been many times when I've posted something just for the sake of posting something. Not that I felt those posts were insincere or irrelevant, just that I tried too hard to come up with something simply to give The Pagan Sphinx another breath in those times when I thought that perhaps I was done with it. I will probably continue to post quickies and assorted silliness now and then, though unattached to a particular schedule.

One of the ways I caged myself into posting was with regular weekly features such as The Friday Evening Nudes, creating a sort of obligation for myself that I provide a post every Friday evening. What hit me suddenly today when I found the work of Paula Rego was that the art has to crash upon me like a ton of bricks; leaving me no choice but to delve deliciously into image after image, selecting them like a kid chooses candy in a sweet shop.  If the reason for the post is my furious intensity with the subject, sharing it with you and enjoying your responses are often the height of the experience.


I began this post at 8:00 a.m. Sunday and worked on it off and on for the next three hours, stopping to get ready to meet a friend for lunch, coming home to give a small birthday party for my step-daughter's 28th birthday and resuming the compiling of this post. It's finally done and in creating it, I realized that I'm still not happy with it because there are things I left out in the interest of both time and an attempt to shorten the post itself.  I worry about having too much in a post that people don't have the time for. In any event, I hope you like the post, even if some of you may not have the time or inclination to read it, you may enjoy looking at the images and drawing your own conclusions.

Thank you for visiting.
All the love,
~ Gina


Paula Rego

Born in Lisbon, Portugal
1935

Paula Rego in front of one of her paintings in the museum Casa das Histórias honoring her and her work.
Cascais, Portugal




Paula Rego's work reminds me of several other artists all at once. There is, in some earlier pieces, an element of Hopper. In others it's the influence of Picasso. There is more than a touch of Surrealism. Rego in fact used the Surrealist method of "automatic drawing" to create some of her earlier works.

   Rego is not afraid to tackle morose and even grotesque subject matter, at times delving  deeply into the taboos that frighten us the most. If tragedy can be beautiful as well as painful, Paula Rego can paint it in a way that feels completely genuine. Her intellectual and psychic preoccupations make us look deeper into ourselves. At least that is how I'm viewing her works overall, after having perused probably every image I've discovered to research this piece. 


It's a shame that while I was in Lisbon this summer, I was not able to get away from family priorities to visit Casa das Historias, the museum erected in her honor in 2009. The museum was designed by Portuguese architect Edwardo Souta de Moura. The red concrete of the building reminds me of the red clay tiles of Portuguese rooftops. Against the sky and trees, the architecture blends in well with its surroundings. A visit there is definitely planned for a future visit to Portugal. 




A Brief Biography


Paula Rego was born in Lisbon in 1935. Her father, an engineer, was relocated in 1936 to Britain  by the company he worked for. He and his wife left Paula to be raised by her grandmother until 1939. She grew up in a liberal family during the Salazar regime. Her parents were devout Anglophiles and Paula attended what was then the only English school in Portugal. In the 1950's, Paula's father encouraged her to attend The Slade School of Fine Art in London where she met her future husband Victor Willing, also an artist, whom she married in 1959.

Dividing her time between Portugal and London in the 1960's, Rego settled permanently in London in 1976. She continued to visit her childhood home in Ericeira, Portugal the home that was often depicted in Rego's paintings. When her husband became ill with multiple sclerosis, his nurse, a woman of Portuguese descent was to become Rego's favorite model.

Paula Rego's work began receiving important recognition somewhere after the 1990's in English, Portuguese and worldwide art circles. She began receiving many invitations by galleries and museums to produce work which she regularly took part in curating. In 1990, she was appointed the first Associated Artist of the National Gallery in London.

She lives and works in London and is represented by the Marleborough Gallery.


The Works of Paula Rego
(With Interpretative Details)



Salazar Coughing Up The Homeland
1960

The Fitting
 1989

 Rego's paintings speak in an unmistakably female voice; one that sometimes looks deceiving at first glance but that eventually turns up messages through symbolic details. It is always a complex picture; its meaning purposefully or inadvertently masked. There are stories in these paintings, told from different points of view, with mind-bending configurations, such as the sitting figure in the image below - the head  of a mustached man with a stocky,   womanish body.


 The Maids

1987

The above is a fascinating image. Its creation was inspired by the play The Maids by Jean Genet, which itself was based upon a real life event of two sisters Lea and Christine Papin, who brutally murdered their mistress and her daughter in Le Mans, France in 1933.  


The sitting figure of the employer suggests that there may have been dark family secrets in their employer's home that the maids were very much aware of.


The Policeman's Daughter
1987

In the late 1980's Rego created a series of paintings exploring complex and often dysfunctional family relationships, particularly father-daughter relationships. 









Departure
1980's


"When I start a picture I have an idea in mind, but I'm also trying to find out things for myself; I want to know what a picture will tell me. Sometimes it won't be until years later that I will look at a painting and realise what I was trying to do."



Snow White Playing With her Father's Trophies


In Snow White Playing With her Father's Trophies, Rego uses familiar fairytale themes and injects them with specific childhood memories, creating a sort of dysfunctional folklore all her own. The white dress, the  mounted buck's head between her legs and the jealous stepmother depicted as a fetish-like ornament in the background create a mysterious story containing both familiar and puzzling elements. 



Rego herself  rejects sexual interpretations of her work, saying that she often doesn't fully recognize the meaning of certain objects she paints into a picture until long after she's completed a painting.



Angel
1990
Paula Rego's women are frequently depicted as violent and beast-like and go against the grain of idealized womanhood. 


"I never portray women as victims in my pictures, mainly because I have never felt like one. Although I can sympathize with a man's position, or with his anguish, I just can't identify with it in the same way. But all women are alike, really." 








"I've needed an impulse from within, a lot of emotional energy to do this stuff, and a kind of desire. It's a very aggressive thing... It's not an aggression like you're hitting it; it's a sensual aggression, if you like."



 Celestina's House
2000


"If there are seven ages of woman, as of man, then my Celestina has lived through at least thirteen."





O Embaixador de Jesus


1997


Entre As Mulheres 
(Enter The Women)


"To find one's way anywhere one has to find one's door, just like Alice, you see. You take too much of one thing and you get too big, then you take too much of another and you get too small. You've got to find your own doorway into things..."




Flight


Paintings from 2000 to 2010


Most of what I've read in my research on Paula Rego focuses on her paintings of the 1980's and there is enough written about them. I found little information about her more current works. I haven't quite digested them and, to be honest, they don't have nearly the same impact on me as the paintings I began the post with. 

As the century turned, some of  Rego's works became increasingly more frightening, depicting scenes of infanticide, rape and abortion, among other horrors. The Red Monkey series from the 80's was grotesquely comical but these later paintings seem to me to take themselves too seriously, causing me to turn away but not really feel anything. I've chosen to keep those out of the post because even as I find them strangely fascinating, I don't particularly like them. Unlike the works of Frida Kahlo, expressing  similar themes, Rego's more disturbing works from the 2000's lack the conviction and personal tragedy that make Khalo's paintings so enduring. If you'd like to check them out, click this link.



The images that follow are ones from 2000 to around 2010 that to my interpretations, feel most truthful.  I leave you to your own  interpretations of the following. I believe Dame Paula Rego would approve!




Pieta
from the Virgin Mary Series
2002 





The Cake Woman
2004





The Shakespeare Room
2006


 The Cigarette
2006






Steering the Boat
2009-10
(etching)



The Doll's Playground
2009-10





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