"The Top Ten Miami Art Events of the 2012-2013 Season" in @miaminewtimes via Notes from the Bass Museum - George Lindemann Jr

 By Carlos Suarez de Jesus
Tuesday, Sept. 4, 2012
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“Unnatural” at the Bass helps kick off a busy arts season this weekend.With the Magic City’s museums set to break out their big shows and the seasonal art fairs just a few months away, our cultural calendar is bristling with an embarrassing trove of riches this year.

Starting this weekend, you can catch new shows at both the Miami Art Museum and the Bass Museum of Art. The first offers an artist’s insightful exploration of identity and race while the second challenges viewer’s imaginations fueled by a group of international talent delivering a provocative commentary through an amalgam of technology and our environment in their “unnatural” works.

Then with December arrives the high point of local culture when an invasion of thousands of international creative types, sweaty-palmed collectors, Euro-trash hipsters and sundry art world honchos storm our shores for Art Basel — or what we like to call a drunken orgy of hedonistic excess.

 

"Concrete Ideas" in @wsj

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Archipicture At Das Parkhotel in Ottensheim, Austria, guests sleep on beds inside industrial-size pipes. Concrete or its byproducts make up almost a fifth of the waste in the world's landfills.

Concrete often gets a bum rap as the material of choice for drab factories and brutal, anonymous housing complexes. But it's actually quite versatile, used in everything from the monumental Pantheon of ancient Rome to Frank Lloyd Wright's elegant Fallingwater house. In any event, there is no escaping it. About 265 billion cubic feet of concrete are produced annually—that comes out to about 35 cubic feet for every person on the planet.

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"Concrete," edited by William Hall ($49.95, Phaidon Press), explores the many forms that this mixture of crushed rock, cement, sand and water can take. Yes, concrete can be cold and imposing—but as the 175 structures in the book attest, it can also be colorful, playful and delicate.

A version of this article appeared September 1, 2012, on page C12 in the U.S. edition of The Wall Street Journal, with the headline: ConcreteIdeas.

"Three Bedrooms and One Art Gallery: A California couple sell local art from their ranch house" in @wsj

Ojai, Calif.

Many people choose to live in Ojai because of its arts scene, which includes lots of galleries. After moving to this mountain town north of Los Angeles two years ago, Jeffrey Weinstein and his wife, Wendy Wilson, went one step further: They turned their home into an art gallery.

About 50 paintings and 10 pieces of pottery were recently displayed in the living and dining rooms of the couple's three-bedroom, 2,500-square-foot contemporary ranch house, which is close to the center of town. Open since November and named after their street address, Ojai Gallery 353 focuses on the work of established local artists and is open every day by appointment. The couple also hosts receptions every few months; Ms. Wilson, a 47-year-old personal chef, caters the events.

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The couple didn't originally intend the house to be a gallery. That idea came when they were looking for someone to do a mural in their kitchen and for some paintings to hang on the walls of their newly built home. They met local artists and heard them complain about how difficult it was to get good exhibition space in town.

"We had a lot of space. They needed space," said Mr. Weinstein, 58, an architect. Plus, "it lets us have beautiful art."

While the art is mostly traditional landscapes, the house, with its pink and brown wood shingles, stone base and pitched metal roof, is a mixture of Craftsman and industrial modern. The front door opens into the living room, where the Douglas-fir ceilings slope higher as the room progresses, from 9 feet to 20 feet at the other end. Floor-to-ceiling windows, including a panel in blue, yellow, purple and green squares, look out to a yard with eucalyptus and Chinese elm trees.

The house's open spaces and materials have made it a good place to view art. The large windows provide sufficient light and the walls are white. Tile floors can handle the foot traffic and hide dirt. Leather sofas and a cultured stone fireplace add warmth to the room.

The receptions often spill into the kitchen, which looks like the set of a cooking show. A 10-foot-long, custom-made stainless-steel hood hangs over the middle of an oval-shaped island. The ceiling is barrel-shaped, and the top of one curving wall is covered by a 12-foot-by-7-foot mural of orange fields and mountains painted by Ruben Franco, a well-known Ojai artist originally from Mexico. The kitchen opens up at one end, through sliding glass doors, to a wood deck, an outdoor fireplace and a large yard with lots of trees.

Large, rolling, red barnlike doors can be closed, shutting off the private wing of the house when an art event or cooking class is taking place. "That way I can stay in my room," said the couple's son Elijah, 12. There, a large playroom leads to the master bedroom and two bedrooms for Elijah and his 13-year-old brother, Josh. The kids' rooms are identical in size and furnishings, so there would be no fighting. The art in the bedroom wing of the house isn't for sale.

The gallery doesn't generate much income: The couple takes a 40% commission from the sales of the paintings, eight of which have sold so far this year priced between $500 to $2,500. "It's a labor of love," Mr. Weinstein said, adding that one side benefit is that he's befriended several artists with whom he drinks beer, plays tennis and talks.

Landscape and still-life painter Bert Collins, who lives next door, said the artist community in Ojai gets bigger every year, but the weaker economy has made gallery space scarcer. "I think what Jeff is doing is the greatest thing in the world if you've got room for it," she said. The home will be a stop this year on the gallery, or "detour," portion of the artist's association's October studio tour.

Mr. Weinstein, originally from Brooklyn, moved to Santa Monica, Calif., in 1977 for architecture school; Ms. Wilson, from Berkeley, Calif., moved to Los Angeles in 1983. They met when Mr. Weinstein was redoing an office where Ms. Wilson worked. Finding Ojai a nice escape from the city, the couple bought the 1-acre property in 1998 for $300,000, and rented out the existing 1,500-square-foot ranch house.

When Mr. Weinstein began drawing the floor plans for a new house in 2002, it took him four years to get it right. Some of the delay related to practical changes: He originally made it two stories but eliminated one story when construction costs went too high. But it also took so long because he enjoyed the process. "When I finally got to do a house for myself I wanted to make it last as long as possible," he said. After initially trying to give the existing home away, the couple tore it down.

The new house was finished in 2008 for about $750,000 and the family used it as a second home until they moved in 2010. A four-bedroom, four-bathroom contemporary home nearby on 4 acres is currently for sale for $1.3 million.

Opening their doors to customers is sometimes tough. "We always have to be on our best behavior," said Mr. Weinstein, noting some guests overstay their welcome at receptions, and he has to "show them the door."

But the couple said having prospective art buyers traipse through their living room is mostly fun. "I felt connected to the community really quickly here—more connected than I did after 17 years in Santa Monica," said Ms. Wilson. Mr. Weinstein added that he sometimes has to show the door to his friends, too.

Write to Nancy Keates at nancy.keates@wsj.com

"Campbell channels Andy Warhol for new cans"

Published August 29, 2012
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Aug. 24, 2012: A new limited edition Campbell's tomato soup cans with art and sayings by artist Andy Warhol are seen at Campbell Soup Company in Camden, N.J. (AP)

Campbell Soup is tapping Andy Warhol for another 15 minutes of fame.

The world's biggest soup maker plans to introduce special-edition cans of its condensed tomato soup bearing labels reminiscent of the pop artist's paintings at Target stores starting Sunday. The 1.2 million cans will cost 75 cents each.

The Campbell Soup Co.'s embrace of Warhol's iconic imagery is a switch from its initial reaction, when the company considered taking legal action before deciding to see how the paintings were received by the public.

"There's some evidence to show there was a little bit of concern," said Jonathon Thorn, an archivist for Campbell Soup. "But they decided to take a wait-and-see approach."

By 1964, however, the company realized the paintings were becoming a phenomenon and embraced the depictions. Campbell's marketing manager even sent Warhol a letter expressing admiration for his work.

"I have since learned that you like Tomato Soup," William MacFarland wrote in the letter. "I am taking the liberty of having a couple cases of our Tomato Soup delivered to you."

Later that same year, Campbell commissioned Warhol to do a painting of a can of Campbell's tomato soup as a gift for its retiring board chairman, Oliver G. Willits; Warhol was paid $2,000 for the work. Campbell also invited the artist to visit its headquarters in Camden, N.J., although Thorn said there's no indication a visit ever took place.

There was no contact after that until 1985, when the company commissioned Warhol to paint packages of its new dry soup mixes for advertisements. Warhol died about two years later.

In 1993, the company bought a Warhol painting of one of its tomato soup cans to hang in its boardroom of its headquarters. The company also has a licensing agreement with the Warhol estate to sell clothing, magnets and other gear, mostly overseas, bearing the artist's renditions.

Campbell has sold Warhol-inspired cans on two other occasions, although on much smaller scales. In 2004, the company sold 75,000 four-packs of Warhol-inspired cans at Giant Eagle, a Pittsburgh-based supermarket operator. During the holiday season in 2006, the company sold 12,000 units at Barney's in New York.

The latest promotion comes as Campbell looks to turn around its struggling soup business after years of declining sales; the company plans to introduce dozens of new products this year.

The cans to be sold at Target will come in four color schemes, with famed Warhol quote such as "In the future everybody will be world famous for 15 minutes."

The red-and-white Campbell label made its debut in 1898. Significant changes to the front of the can have been made only a handful of times since then.

Read more: http://www.foxnews.com/leisure/2012/08/29/campbell-channels-andy-warhol-for-new-cans/#ixzz253x9Zsd8

"Viredo Espinosa, famed Cuban painter, dies" in @miamiherald

el Nuevo Herald

Special to El Nuevo Herald

Viredo Espinosa, a member of The Eleven, whose work represented the birth of Cuban abstract art and the tuning of Cuban modern art, died Sunday at his home in Costa Mesa, Calif.

Espinosa was born in Regla, a hamlet of fishermen and workers closely linked to the port industry, home to Afro-Cuban religions and a cradle of musicians and dancers. Since his childhood, the artist was attracted to the lively folklore that invaded the life of his native city. The direct contact with Afro-Cuban and Catholic religions gave shape to the imagery that would always accompany him.

Espinosa studied architecture at San Alejandro Academy in Havana. At a very early age, he contributed illustrations to periodical publications such as the newspaper Zigzag, and he learned the craft of sign labeling that would lead him to painting murals.

Espinosa’s work can be summarized in three fundamental stages.

The first one, which the artist said was influenced by children’s drawings, was mostly occupied by his mural paintings.

The second stage was marked by geometric abstractions and it is during this time that his work as a member of The Eleven emerged.

Finally, a third stage finds him already in exile, where the merging of the two previous stages prompts a symbiosis that will give birth to his definitive characteristic style in which the presence of his native Cuba’s customs, and more specifically of his town of Regla’s, are fundamental.

Espinosa’s work erupted in Havana’s art scene in 1948 during the Book Fair hosted by the Ministry of Education at Havana’s Central Park, where two of his paintings were exhibited, and later in 1953, when he was assigned the murals and stained-glass windows of the Vedado’s Embassy Club.

However, the dark years of Batista’s dictatorship and later Espinosa’s refusal to take part in the political system of Castro’s revolution eclipsed his creation for several years. Finally, in February 1969 Espinosa and his wife Alicia Sánchez left Cuba on one of the Freedom Flights and arrived first in Miami and later in Los Angeles.

Espinosa continued his indefatigable work, shifting from decorating store windows to painting.

He received many awards, among them a citation from the U.S. Congress and by California’s State Assembly. In 2000, he received the prestigious award “La Palma Espinada,” presented by the Cuban American Cultural Institute.

His most recent personal show took place in February at the Old Town Gallery in Tustin, Calif.

Although he never returned to Cuba, Espinosa lived always near the ocean and the sea salt, as close as he could to his native town of Regla, which always showed through his paintings.

"Subcontinental Drift: Modernist Art From India: Approaching Abstraction" in @wsj

When friend and fellow artist Akbar Padamsee was—as a 1954 issue of the Bombay Sentinel termed it—"charge-sheeted" for obscenity, M.F. Husain came to his defense. Husain argued to the prosecutors that in Mr. Padamsee's painting, "Lovers," a man was not holding a woman's breast; straight lines and flat planes of color were crossing a circle. These "geometrical structures," he added, are "what you see in the folk art of India."

The case—whose outcome set a precedent for artistic freedom still invoked in Indian courts—features in an ingeniously simple timeline created by Beth Citron, assistant curator at the Rubin Museum of Art. Posted on the museum's website, it accompanies "Modernist Art From India," a continuing series of shows Ms. Citron has curated to explore artistic developments and experimentations in India and by Indians from the 1950s through the 1980s.

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'The Diagonal' (1974) by Tyeb Mehta.

The lower track of the timeline highlights landmark events in the rise of Indian nationalism through the country's independence in 1947 and chronicles postindependence history until the early 1990s. The upper register, meanwhile, features seminal events in the lives of individual artists and in the country's art scene as a whole. It starts with the foundation of Rabindranath Tagore's Shantiniketan school of art in 1901, just six years after the birth of the Indian National Congress, and ends with exhibitions both at home and abroad in the late 1980s. The stage was set for the splash Indian artists were to make in the international art market in the following decade.

The value of the Rubin's "Modernist Art From India" series is that it provides some background to that splash without, for all that, trying to "explain" it. The timeline does not draw neat correlations between politics and art—sometimes they exist, sometimes they don't—just as the series' second and current show, "Approaching Abstraction," does not construct a cohesive, chronological narrative. Ms. Citron has grouped its 30 or so works by author under headings that capture the thrust of each artist's approach to abstraction—"Abstracting Language," "Marks of Minimalism," "Architectural Abstractions," "Formalist Abstraction," and so forth.

Granted, logistics and budget dictated that Ms. Citron could bring in only works from nearby collections in the Northeast—more than half of those in "Approaching Abstraction" are from individuals and institutions in New York. The selection is therefore by no means all-inclusive, but it does a good job of delineating various trends animating India's modernist art scene. These range from Zarina Hashmi's mid-1970s monochromatic, textured prints or Nasreen Mohamedi's spare, pencil and ink drawings on grid paper (c. 1977) to the controlled exuberance of Krishna Reddy's "Great Clown" (1981) and the impasto of Shanti Dave's "Accordance" (1963), where the layers of paint are occasionally scraped away, leaving an after-image as revealing and ephemeral as reflections on water.

Ironically, while Eastern mysticism propelled Europeans like Wassily Kandinsky toward an abstract visual expression, only two of the artists here telegraph a connection to spirituality. Biren De's and Gulam Rasool Santosh's paintings, from 1962 and 1980 respectively, play with symbolic language of the esoteric practice of Tantric Hinduism and Buddhism, even though, it turns out, neither artist was a practitioner. More interesting is the work by V.S. Gaitonde, a reclusive artist whose understanding and practice of Zen Buddhism propelled a lifelong quest to achieve a purity of form and color. Credited with pioneering the abstract in India, Gaitonde is represented here by two works. "Painting, 4" (1962) shows the vestiges of representation in markings that could be human figures or calligraphic symbols; in his 1964 untitled painting, coincidentally created during a year-long fellowship in New York, he strips away representation altogether, leaving a field of texture and color.

There are also some direct references to India. In Tyeb Mehta's "The Diagonal" (1974), for example, a jagged diagonal line splits a figure. This is a recurring image for Mehta, who witnessed the brutal killings and violence that flared when the country, at independence, was partitioned into India and Pakistan. And two short movies—Husain's "Through the Eyes of a Painter" (1967) and Mehta's "Koodal" (1969-70)—were shot in India. They run about 17 and 14 minutes, respectively, and plunge viewers into the forms and rhythms that these artists saw in the India that surrounded them.

So much variety packed into a small show makes it feel kaleidoscopic and splintered—yet therein lies its honesty. What comes through is that independence brought with it a measure of freedom for artists, both from the European models imposed by British colonialism and from the nationalist dictates of India's freedom struggle.

The artists on view do not appear uniformly compelled to proclaim their "Indianness," nor do they evidence the need to articulate an overarching ideology for their forays into abstract art. Indeed, many bounce back and forth between styles—a handful of these artists were also featured in the series' first show, "Body Unbound," and some will recur in the third part of the series, "Radical Terrain," which opens Nov. 9 and will explore artists' treatment of landscape. And while some find their moorings in European art, others, like Husain, arrive at a modernist stance through indigenous Indian art forms.

Ms. Lawrence is a writer based in Brooklyn, N.Y.

A version of this article appeared August 30, 2012, on page D4 in the U.S. edition of The Wall Street Journal, with the headline: Subcontinental Drift.

"Noises Off: Silence @ the #Menil Collection" in @wsj #andywarhol via Notes from the Bass Museum - George Lindemann Jr

By Willard Spiegelman
Houston  - Updated August 28, 2012, 6:59 p.m. ET

In 1819 John Keats called his imaginary Grecian urn a “foster-child of silence and slow time” and a “sylvan historian.” He put himself in a line going back to the ancients, who thought of pictures and statues as silent poems that speak volumes.

 

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Silence is now as precious and rare as slowness, or solitude, clean air and a star-filled night sky. As someone who never goes anywhere without ear plugs, and who would rather stay hungry than be forced into a noisy restaurant, I was keen to visit “Silence” at the Menil Collection here. In a variety of tones, voices and media, it reminds us of what we often want but can never have.

You won’t experience silence here. That would be impossible, even in the cool, chaste chambers of Renzo Piano’s exquisite building. This exhibit is really a riff on the composer John Cage’s remark that “there’s no such thing as silence.” The show has 52 pieces. Some are metaphysical or abstract paintings by Giorgio de Chirico, René Magritte, Robert Rauschenberg and Mark Rothko, all favorites of John and Dominique de Menil, who had amassed a fabulous if quirky collection before the museum opened in 1987.

Hanging on the walls, too, are such two-dimensional works as Yves Klein’s vibrant, glistening, gold-leaf “Untitled (Monogold).” Sculpture, small objects, neon-tubing and other three-dimensional works complement the pictures. The show features audio and video installations, as well as a living performance piece by Tino Sehgal in which a dancer rolls slowly along the floor of an interior room for 2½ hours, followed by another dancer who does the same thing. It certainly is silent; whether it is gripping, rather than boring, depends on a viewer’s patience.

A typical museum show often moves chronologically; in a thematic show, organizers make other arrangements. “Silence” may seem random, but it has a partially recognizable plan. After entering a vestibule containing a selection of representative works, you go on to four inner rooms. The first, the most conventional and tightly arranged, is in many ways the most moving. Four Andy Warhol pieces—silkscreen ink and acrylic on linen from the mid-1960s—represent the ultimate silence, death: in this case, death by electrocution. Warhol’s depictions of the electric chair at Sing Sing are beautiful, almost abstract in their swirls of color, a kind of phantom homage to Jackson Pollock. The smallest one, “Little Electric Chair,” is so black that you might mistake it for a cousin to Ad Reinhardt’s all-black “Abstract Painting” in another room, until you come close and see the chiseled outline of the electric chair staring right back at you.

Interspersed among the Warhols are seven silkscreens by Christian Marclay, each focusing on the single word “Silence” above the electric chair in the death chamber. “Silence” surrounds you, at least visually, on all sides.

The other rooms contain miscellaneous pieces. Some “talk” to one another; others seem more randomly placed. Dominique de Menil, a woman of austere and religious character, famously said that “only silence and love do justice to a great work of art,” but one is seldom alone in a museum, where quiet contemplation is hard to achieve. Interrupting a private experience of the art are not only the voices and footsteps of other viewers but also the sounds from the audio installations, including—most boomingly—Kurt Mueller’s “Cenotaph” (2011), an old jukebox into which you put a quarter and then get to hear one of 99 moments of silence, all of which are preceded by very noisy introductions. No silence comes without sound.

Two of the most compelling pieces are video installations, each within its own darkened chamber. Jacob Kirkegaard’s 2006 “AION” (Greek for eternity or infinity) was shot on location in ruined spaces at Chernobyl, site of the 1986 nuclear reactor explosion. Shapes and colors move, come in and out of focus; an interior landscape is bathed in light, then dark shadows, then overwhelmed with whiteness. Static architecture changes as though it were Tai Chi, Keats’s “slow time” reimagined.

If you move counterclockwise through the show, the last thing you will see is the most resonant—a return to Cage, silence’s major spokesman. Sixty years ago, on Aug. 29, 1952, David Tudor sat down at a piano and performed for the first time Cage’s now celebrated (or infamous, depending on one’s point of view) “4’33”“: a work in three movements and total silence other than the extraneous sounds within the hall. Cage himself said it could be “played” by any soloist or group of musicians.

Manon de Boer’s film “Two Times 4’ 33”” stars Jean-Luc Fafchamps. We see him at his piano—stern, unblinking, virtually motionless—and we hear him set and release the chess timer that marks the three movements. A plate glass window behind him gives on to wintry snow, ice and wind, whose sounds we also hear. He finishes, he stands up. An unseen audience applauds. The screen goes black.

The film resumes. It’s impossible to know if he’s playing the piece again or whether we are just seeing the first performance from a different angle. This time, we hear only the timer’s clicks but now we watch the rapt audience of earnest, attentive young people. And we see another view to the outside: a northern European city (it’s Brussels, Dec. 2, 2007), part industrial, part architectural, part natural.

To reach Mr. de Boer’s installation, you walk through two heavy doors with sound-deadening panels, and two sets of heavy black draperies. You sit on a bench, with a single light above you. The chamber is dark. You are bathed in silence, except for the sounds of the jukebox outside, which penetrate into this inner sanctum whenever someone puts a quarter in the old nickelodeon.

Cage would have smiled, audibly.

Mr. Spiegelman writes about the arts for the Journal. His essay “Some Words on Silence” appeared in the April issue of The Yale Review.

 

 

Bass Museum has the only mummy south of Atlanta... "Mummy Dearest: Shadow of the Sphinx" in @wsj via Notes from the Bass Museum - George Lindemann Jr

 

By Barrymore Laurence Scherer
August 27, 2012, 4:37 p.m. ET  

 

Utica, N.Y. - The hills of central New York have been alive with the sounds and sights of Egypt this summer. In Cooperstown, the Glimmerglass Opera Festival featured Verdi’s “Aida” and the Fenimore Art Museum exhibited costumes from Metropolitan Opera “Aida” productions of the past century. And in Utica, the Munson-Williams-Proctor Museum of Art is presenting the absorbing “Shadow of the Sphinx: Ancient Egypt and Its Influence.”

Comprising roughly 150 objects, paintings, works of art, pieces of jewelry and related items from 30 lenders as well as the museum’s own collections, the show underscores the fascination with a multimillennial legacy that has long made Egyptology a staple of museum culture. Moreover, it places its venerable subject within a fresh and notably accessible historical context: The exhibition isn’t just about ancient Egypt but about its lively effect on fine, decorative and performing art from the Napoleonic era right through Cecil B. DeMille’s brand of Egyptofantasy.


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Detail of a mummy portrait mask from 332 B.C. - A.D. 395.

The first gallery, “The Burial Chamber,” sets the scene with a vivid selection of antiquities concerned with the rites of death, mummification and burial central to ancient Egyptian culture.

Flanking its entrance are two Ptolemaic-period sphinx fragments of carved limestone (332-30 B.C.), their delicately sculpted features softened by the erosion of countless windblown grains of sand. Taking center stage are a wood coffin lid and its base from the Late Dynastic Period (c. 525-343 B.C.) embellished with meticulously carved and painted human and bird motifs. Its splendid condition reminds us how posterity has reaped the preservative benefits of Egypt’s dry climate and the painstaking methods of ancient Egyptian craftsmen and funerary workers.

Many of the objects here would have been buried with the dead to accompany them in the afterlife—brilliantly glazed pottery; diminutive, beautifully wrought amulets and jewelry of cast and beaten gold, carved lapis-lazuli, beads of colored faience. A limestone canopic jar (c. 1070-945 B.C.), to contain the entrails removed from a body as part of mummification, resembles a small coffin with carved face and painted eyes. There’s also an actual mummified head from the Roman period (c. mid-second-century B.C. to mid-first-century A.D.), its face masked in gold leaf and given painted features, to imitate the solid-gold masks of royal mummies. And striking a poignant note is a mummified cat. Whether it once enjoyed life as a sacred creature or a family pet, now its eviscerated, sausagelike body is tightly wrapped in linen, with feline features painted on the swaddled head, its two perky ears distinct.

Virtually all of the chosen artifacts embody the colors, shapes and decorative motifs from which European and, afterward, American craftsmen derived their highly imaginative Egyptian Revivals, initially sparked by 18th-century archaeological discoveries. Representing the awakening interest is a fanciful English “canopic vase” produced about 1770 by the pottery firm of Wedgwood & Bentley. Possibly inspired by elements in the “Egyptian” mantelpiece designs published in 1769 by the artist Giovanni Battista Piranesi, this striking piece is essentially a bulbous neoclassical urn with a finely modeled Egyptian head pre-empting the usual pine-cone finial.

The shiploads of antiquities sent back to France during Napoleon’s Egyptian Campaign of 1798 incited the first Egyptian Revival craze during the Directoire and Empire periods and England’s Regency. And the lure of Egypt and its surroundings fostered an enduring “Orientalist” school of painting, as European artists voyaged to Egypt and North Africa, where they produced exotic views of deserts, pyramids and street life that found a ready market back home. The show features lush Orientalist canvases by such exponents through successive decades asCharles Théodore Frère, Rudolf Ernst and Joseph Farquharson, which document their fascination with “primitive” life still extant in 19th-century Egypt. Works like Edwin Long’s “Love’s Labor Lost,” Frederick Arthur Bridgman’s “Cleopatra on the Terraces at Philae” and Gustave Doré’s “Moses Before the Pharaoh” attest to those artists’ mastery of romanticized, dramatic interpretations of ancient and biblical themes.

The construction of the Suez Canal and its completion in 1869 sparked a second Egyptian Revival, represented here with examples of opulent, imaginative furniture, silver, glass, lamps and other decorations in the Egyptian taste whose obelisk, pyramid and sphinx motifs lent distinctive flair to French Second Empire and High Victorian design.

Taking a spin on the stylized Egyptian scarab beetle, a massive porcelain paperweight shaped like a startled but anatomically correct beetle and a porcelain vase embellished with another beetle (replete with six legs and probing antennae) represent experimental extremes by the inventive English designer Christopher Dresser during the 1880s.

More beautiful, and more dazzling, are ancient and European scarab-inspired jewelry in the “Jewels of the Nile” gallery, the exhibition’s visual climax. Among the dazzlers are a scarab brooch of fire opal and enameled gold by Marcus & Co., New York, and a Swiss gold ladies’ watch. Articulated beetles-wings covering the watch face are enameled in royal blue and ablaze with 16 tiny diamonds in star-shaped settings.

The final gallery represents Egypt’s hold on 19th- and 20th-century popular culture, reinvigorated by the English archaeologist Howard Carter’s 1922 discovery of King Tutankhamun’s tomb. Film posters and other material document successive “Cleopatra” extravaganzas starring Claudette Colbert and Elizabeth Taylor; George Bernard Shaw’s “Caesar and Cleopatra” starring Vivian Leigh; “The Mummy” with Boris Karloff and its 1999 remake; “The Ten Commandments,” and of course “Death on the Nile.” There are vaudeville posters, old souvenir postcards, souvenir pencils, toiletries and other commercial relics that once exploited Egyptian fads.

Most endearing is colorful sheet music for such Tin-Pan Alley numbers as “My Cairo Maid” (1917) and “Ilo (A Voice From Mummyland)” (1921), and the wistful tenor air “Star Light, Star Bright” from Victor Herbert’s early operetta hit, “The Wizard of the Nile” (1895). It’s a pity that there isn’t an accompanying selection of historic recordings to let visitors hear the tuneful melodies behind those inviting covers.

For younger viewers as well as adults, videos and board games introduce aspects of Egyptian culture; bins of flash-cards explain hieroglyphics, Egyptian cats, scarabs and other motifs. There are even “scent stations,” whose fragrant boxes of dried seeds and herbs invite visitors to inhale the aromas of “the spicy shores of Araby the blest.” Indeed, virtually no stone has been left unturned, as it were, to make this exhibition delightful and memorable.

Mr. Scherer writes about music and the fine arts for the Journal.

 

 

 

"Jean Prouvé: A Testimony to Ingenuity" in @nytimes

NANCY, FRANCE — Jean Prouvé was at his lowest ebb. In 1952, when he was in his early 50s, the French designer lost control of his factory, which had once employed more than 200 people, and was fighting to regain ownership of his trading name and patents. Hoping to distract him, Prouvé’s family encouraged him to start a new project: the construction of a house where he would live with his wife, Madeleine, and the two youngest of their six children.


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Jean Prouvé working as an apprentice in 1917

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A prototype of a prefabricated house Jean Prouvé designed for use in Africa.

The Prouvés bought a plot of land on a wooded hill on the northern outskirts of Nancy. The site was cheap because it was thought to be too steep to build there. Working with his architect brother Henri, Prouvé designed a long, skinny single-story building made mostly from prefabricated components foraged from the factory. Some parts were originally intended for emergency housing, and others were left over from the construction of a school. His children pitched in by helping him to haul the components up the hill in an ancient Jeep and to assemble them, finishing the house in 1954.

Peeping out between trees, the home, known today as Maison Jean Prouvé, is a model of rationalist ingenuity with tiny bedrooms resembling ship’s cabins and panoramic views across Nancy from the glass wall in the living room. The house now belongs to the City of Nancy, which rents it to an architect and his family on condition that the public can visit at certain times. Together with Prouvé’s workshop from his factory, which has been rebuilt in the grounds, it offers fascinating insights into the life and work of one of the most influential designers — or “factory workers,” as Prouvé described himself — of the 20th century and is a highlight of the current “Tribute to Jean Prouvé” in Nancy.

The tribute includes the opening of permanent galleries devoted to Prouvé’s work at the Musée des beaux-arts and Musée de l’Histoire du Fer. Running through Oct. 28 are an exhibition of his ironwork at Musée de l’École de Nancy, an analysis of his impact on the city during and after World War II at Musée Lorrain and the installation of one of the prefabricated Maisons Tropicales he designed for use in Africa at Musée des beaux-arts. It is to be displayed at Musée de l’Histoire du Fer in 2014. A map has been produced identifying a dozen of Prouvé’s projects in Nancy, ranging from the aquarium doors and a funerary monument, to his family home.

Nancy is renowned for the historic grandeur of its medieval churches and the sumptuous 18th-century Place Stanislas. (When I described the latter as “one of the most beautiful squares in France” to a local, she corrected me with: “No, in the world.”) The tribute to Prouvé asserts its Modernist credentials as the city he chose as his home.

Born in Paris, the second of seven children of the artist Victor Prouvé and the pianist Marie Duhamel, Prouvé grew up in Nancy, where his father co-founded the École de Nancy, an alliance of local artists, industrialists and artisans that championed the Art Nouveau movement in France. After leaving school, Prouvé was apprenticed to master blacksmiths in Paris before returning to Nancy to open a small forge in 1924. Having begun by making wrought-iron grilles and doors, he went on to design metal furniture and other objects intended for mass production.

Prouvé’s work was always more austere than his father’s, and rapidly became wholly utilitarian. “He had no interest in aesthetics,” said Cathérine Coley, who co-curated the tribute. “His work was determined solely by its function.” But Prouvé shared the underlying principles of the École de Nancy, often quoting his father’s belief in the importance of “industrial production for the widest possible public."

By the 1930s, his workshop was manufacturing furniture and architectural components for schools, factories and other buildings. During World War II, Prouvé developed a barrack unit that could be assembled in three hours, only to be compelled to make cooking stoves and bicycle frames under the German occupation. He joined the French Resistance, using the code name “locksmith,” and was appointed mayor of Nancy after the war before returning to manufacturing.

Prouvé continued his wartime research into speedily assembled structures by making emergency housing for refugees and the homeless from modular wooden panels, as metal was still scarce. (A 1945 emergency shelter is in the Musée Lorrain exhibition.) After opening his factory in 1947, Prouvé produced more sophisticated prefabricated structures including the Maisons Tropicales. He was devoted to his employees, whom he called “compagnons” or “comrades,” and insisted that each one owned at least one share in the company. When a janitor explained that he could not afford to do so, Prouvé bought a share for him. After being forced out of the factory by his financial backer, he worked mostly as a consultant in Paris, but spent as much time as possible in Nancy, and died at Maison Jean Prouvé in 1984.

The Nancy tribute comes at a time when Prouvé’s ideals are in danger of being obscured by his improbable posthumous role as the darling of the design-art market. Would the man who referred to himself as an “anarchist in a good sense” have approved of the furniture he designed for schools and factories being auctioned off as collectors’ trophies? Unlikely.

Perversely, Prouvé’s commitment to mass production has enhanced the marketability of his work, because there is so much of it for dealers to sell. (Most of his contemporaries made furniture in smaller quantities.) The discrepancy between his vision of his designs and the market’s is illustrated by the contrast between the faded panels of his home and the exquisitely reconstructed Maison Tropicale at Musée des beaux-arts, whose gleaming finishes would never have survived the journey to Africa, let alone its climate.

Gorgeous as the Maison Tropicale looks, it has not simply been restored, but beautified, which may not be what Prouvé would have wished. As he said: “If people understand, there’s no need to explain. If they don’t, there’s no use explaining.”

A version of this article appeared in print on August 20, 2012, in The International Herald Tribune.

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