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| “Judith Beheading Holofernes” by Caravaggio |
Showing posts with label National Gallery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label National Gallery. Show all posts
Monday, January 19, 2015
Rome Journal XI: Theory of Value
Monday, November 17, 2014
Frederick Wiseman’s "National Gallery"
In a sense Frederick Wiseman was the wrong person to make National Gallery, which is currently
completing a run at Film Forum. His signature reticence, characterized by a
total lack of narration, becomes the work of art itself. In other films about
schools, hospitals, the welfare system, an insane asylum (Titicut Follies), La Comedie-Francaise, and even the Crazy Horse in Paris, Wiseman’s almost diaphanous docu-novel style with its
omniscient seemingly absent author, lets the content breathe. The feeling of seeing a Wiseman film is that of being parachuted into a war zone; the absence of plot, of a beginning, middle or end is mitigated by leitmotifs that create a music. But here the
subject is looking itself and at times you end up gazing admiringly at the film,
more than the collocation of art works comprising its subject, London’s National Gallery. Frank Lloyd
Wright’s architecture in the Guggenheim has often been criticized as competing
with and also being unfriendly to art. National
Gallery is hardly an unfriendly witness, but in a museum which exhibits
many da Vincis, the film is a “Mona Lisa,” continually calling attention to its
own enigmatic gaze. All that being said National
Gallery is amongst many things a Thomas Struth party. Struth as you may
recall is the a photographer who records people looking at art and National Gallery's portraits of people watching Rembrandt portraits and other masterpieces are a singularly affecting
part of the movie (in one an attendee with earphones is caught gazing at a
docent giving a lecture he can’t hear). The recent The New Rijksmuseum film portrayed another art institution with a similarly
broad canvas, but it had an axe to grind, in terms of the museum’s relationship
to its surrounding environment. The New Rijksmuseum is to the National
Gallery what Ibsen’s An Enemy of the People is to say O’Neill Long Day’s Journey Into Night. National Gallery,
which includes a moving scene where a class of blind and visually impaired
people are lectured on a Pissarro, ultimately deals with museums and museum
going in such as way as to demonstrate what one of Wiseman’s subjects calls “a
wonderful opportunity to study the human condition.”
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Washington Journal II: Millais’ Ophelia
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| Ophelia by John Everet Millais (1851-2)
Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No. 2 in C minor, op. 18 is indubitably
moving. But is it great art? The strains of it accompany the ill-fated lovers in
David Lean’s l945 film adaptation of Noel Coward’s Brief Encounter, a powerfully moving work of
emotion in its own right. The Pre-Raphaelite show at the National
Gallery, Pre-Raphaelites: Victorian Art and Design 1848-1900 begs the same question. One of the most famous works
of Pre-Raphaelite art, the painting of the drowning Ophelia by John Everet
Millais, is a centerpiece of the exhibit. As you walk into the gallery in which
it’s displayed, it hits you right between the eyes. You are struck by the
apparition of sepulchered beauty. Millais in fact has gone where Shakespeare
feared to tread, showing what in Shakespeare was only spoken by Queen Gertrude (Act IV, Scene VII) and ambiguously
at that. Did Ophelia kill herself or was the drowning accidental? It’s a
question Shakespeare scholars have troubled over for centuries and which Millais doesn’t answer
in the painting. But what is the difference between
romanticism and estheticization? The Pre-Raphaelite movement which came into
existence during the height of the Industrial Revolution was known for the
propagation of the esthetic as a counterpoint to material values. Yet this
romanticized Ophelia in all her sublime glory embellishes the bard’s words in
way that ultimately lessens their imaginative effect.
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Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Washington Journal I: Handjob
Albrecht Durer loved hands. There
is the famous drawing of the hands praying which is blown up as a promotional
poster at the entrance to the extensive show Albrecht Durer: Master Drawings, Watercolors and Prints from the Albertina at the National Gallery. Durer was, like Rembrandt, a great self-portraitist. The show parenthetically features a precocious self-portrait Durer did of himself when he was thirteen which contains the inscription, “I drew
this after myself in front of a mirror in the year 1484 when I was a child.” And
the exhibit also features the famed drawings of his left hand, with the wooing
gesture, the obscene gesture (he gives his viewer the finger) and a pointing
gesture. When he paints Lucretia stabbing herself Durer emphasizes the hand
that does the dirty work. He painted the hands of his patron the Holy Roman
Emperor Maximilian and he painted an elderly man’s aged veinous hand. Hands obviously had great meaning for Durer who as the
curators point out was the “German equivalent of Leonardo in Italy.” But why do
we admire Durer? His purported greatness is a part of the received wisdom of the ages and seeing the
magnificent exhibition on display in Washington is a unique opportunity to
think about his work. The series of engravings "Melencolia I,” (1514), “Knight, Death and the Devil” (1513) and “Saint Jerome in His Study” might be said to have
derived from the Durer’s Bergman period such is the depth of their raw emotional power. The famed “The Great Piece of Turf” (1503) and "Wing of a Blue Roller” (1512) both demonstrate Durer's talent in the
service of natural themes. “The Triumphal Chariot of Maximilian I” (1518) reveals the artist in
both watercolor and technicolor. “The Visor for a Helmet” of 1519 with its
almost surrealist imagery is a dreamscape. The fact that he was the son of a
goldsmith is usually offered as an explanation for the delicate and detailed
craftmanships which characterizes his style. But technique alone cannot account
for the power of Durer’s work.
Labels:
Albertina,
Durer,
Lucretia,
Maximilian I,
National Gallery,
Rembrandt
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