Art History T-Shirt Woot (Redux)!

I started the 2012-13 academic year blogging about my so-called art history wardrobe, and thought I’d return to the topic for my last post of the year.

At some point since that first post, shirt.woot.com made its entire back catalogue available online. That’s over 2,100 t-shirts designs, most of which can be printed to order.

Here, then, are all the ones with conspicuous art historical themes or styles. Clicking on to the picture will take you to the online catalog. As you will see, Leonardo, Art Nouveau (the Mucha-esque) and Escher seem to be perennial favourites, closely followed by Rembrandt, van Gogh, and Munch.

Have fun looking at them, and please use the comments section to share links to any other art history t-shirts that are out there.

Ancient and Medieval

tgentry: Druid Leap Year

 

Lucky1988: Ancient Egyptian Plumber

 

Ian Leino: If You Want to Destroy My Chainmail

 

High Renaissance

tgentry: Who Is That Bearded Vigilante?!?

 

kdeuce: To the Top in the Style of Da Vinci

 

Spiritgreen: You Can’t Catch Me

 

ramyb: Leonardo

 

David Creighton-Pester (a.k.a. WonderingBert): Monalisaur

 

Robert Gould: Divine Connection

 

Valorandvellum: Shh, The Rat Is Our Patron

 

Rembrandt

Vinicius Carvus: The Anatomy Lesson

 

tgentry: Plumber in the Style of Rembrandt

 

Romanticism

rglee129: The Sleep of Reason

 

Radscoolian: Pip-squeak

 

Van Gogh

theinfinityloop: Vincent’s Alternative

 

artguyaaron: ASCII Night

 

Munch

Jonah Block: The Ice Scream

 

walmazan: The Mrowr

 

Art Nouveau (and the Mucha-esque)

Radscoolian: Mort-vivant

 

 

Patrickspens: Yggdrasil Tree

 

DianaSprinkle: Cat Nouveau

 

colinvh: Cranes Nouveau

 

ramyb: Fox Nouveau

 

The Escheresque

Chucklenorris: Immortal Falls

 

fofmock: Some Game Involving Falling Blocks in the Style of M. C. Escher

 

tgentry: M. C. Escher: Space Planner for Hire

 

walmazan: Fly Away

 

ORabbit: Platonic Love

 

Miscellaneous 20th Century

Dave Graff: Cubism

 

Robbie Lee: Blue (Never)Nude

 

klswoot: (W)Right Angle Neutrality

 

Paul Burgess: Popstical lllusion

 

wirdou: That’s No Moon (lights on)

wirdou: That’s No Moon (lights off)

 

Terry Peppers: Starcheology

 

[Legal disclaimer: The fact that I did not receive payment from shirt.woot for featuring their t-shirts in this post, as well as in the earlier post, does not guarantee that I will refuse any free shirts that they happen to send in my direction.]

Which Books Shaped Your Art History?

I’ve just received my copy of the The Books that Shaped Art History in the mail and have already begun to dip into it. It promises to be a fascinating read. The book consists of essays by various authors on sixteen “key” art historical texts, several of which I will now have to add to my library.

Below, I’ve listed all sixteen books covered by the volume. (Alternatively, you can click through the scans of the title pages, above.)

1. Emile Mâle: L’art religieux du XIIIe siècle en France: Etude sur l’iconographie du Moyen Age et sur ses sources d’inspiration (1898). [Religious Art in France in the XIII Century: A Study in Medieval Iconography and its Sources of Inspiration.]

2. Bernard Berenson: The Drawings of the Florentine Painters Classified, Criticised and Studied as Documents in the History and Appreciation of Tuscan Art, with a Copious Catalogue Raisonné (1903).

3. Heinrich Wölfflin: Kunstgeschichtliche Grundbegriffe: Das Problem der Stilentwicklung in der neueren Kunst (1915). [Principles of Art History: The Problem of the Development of Style in Later Art.]

4. Roger Fry: Cézanne: A Study of His Development (1927).

5. Nikolaus Pevsner: Pioneers of the Modern Movement from William Morris to Walter Gropius (1936).

6. Alfred H. Barr, Jr.: Matisse: His Art and His Public (1951).

7. Erwin Panofsky: Early Netherlandish Painting: Its Origins and Character(1953).

8. Kenneth Clark: The Nude: A Study of Ideal Art (1956).

9. E. H. Gombrich: Art and Illusion: A Study in the Psychology of Pictorial Representation (1960).

10. Clement Greenberg: Art and Culture: Critical Essays (1961).

11. Francis Haskell: Patrons and Painters: A Study in the Relations Between Italian Art and Society in the Age of the Baroque (1963).

12. Michael Baxandall: Painting and Experience in Fifteenth Century Italy: A Primer in the Social History of Pictorial Style (1972).

13. T. J. Clark: Image of the People: Gustave Courbet and the 1848 Revolution (1973).

14. Svetlana Alpers: The Art of Describing: Dutch Art in the Seventeenth Century (1983).

15. Rosalind Krauss: The Originality of the Avant Garde and Other Modernist Myths (1985).

16. Hans Belting: Bild und Kult: Eine Geschichte des Bildes vor dem Zeitalter (1990). [Likeness and Presence: A History of the Image Before the Era of Art.]

All but one of the featured books are from the Twentieth Century, so the Art History we are talking about here largely overlaps with the history of The Burlington Magazine (founded in 1903), which is where the essays appeared a couple of years ago. (You can read one of them, Christopher Woods piece on Gombrich’s Art and Illusion, here.) But this emphasis also makes sense from an institutional point of view. It was only in the last century that Art History became firmly established as an academic discipline in British and American universities.

In their introductory material, Richard Shone and John-Paul Stonard, the volume’s editors, elaborate a little on how these books were chosen from an “initial list of about thirty volumes” (p.5) and mention some of these other contenders (pp.18-19). Naturally, readers will want to argue with their final choices and, in particular, will wonder why some of their favourite texts aren’t included.

And so I ask you: which of these texts shaped your own Art History? Or, if they weren’t all included, which books would you like to see in some hypothetical second volume of The Books that Shaped Art History?

Itself an attractively designed and printed book, The Books that Shaped Art History also inevitably makes one wonder whether the traditional book will continue to be such an essential vehicle of art historical debate. And, if not, what will take its place?

The House of Art in “House of Cards”

[Spoiler alert: This post mentions a couple of plot points in House of Cards.]

Whenever a TV or film scene is set in a museum, Art Historians are likely to jolt to attention. It’s a Pavlovian response: the art bell rings and we salivate.

And so it was recently while I was watching Netflix’s much-ballyhooed House of Cards, a series whose art-historical resonances began with its promotional material. Picture an enthroned Kevin Spacey posing in the manner of Abraham Lincoln. But–spot the differences!–this wannabe president is actually Frank Underwood, a congressman and the House majority whip, and he has blood streaming down from his guilty hands. They don’t make politicians like they used to.

Daniel Chester French, Abraham Lincoln (from the Lincoln Memorial), 1920.

As the series progresses, Frank, who is married, develops a professional and sexual relationship with a political reporter, Zoe Barnes (Kate Mara), and strategically leaks information to her. They develop the habit of arranging assignations around Washington D.C., and two of these take place in the west building of the National Gallery. (Film buffs may recall how effectively Hitchcock used the same location in his Strangers on a Train.)

Guy and Anne in the National Gallery, from Hitchcock’s Strangers on a Train.

In the National Gallery, Frank and Zoe are, we are supposed to believe, hidden in plain sight: two apparent strangers who happen to be sitting on the same bench and looking at the same painting at the same time, or pretending to look. To the audience, the work is visible only at the beginning of each scene, in an establishing shot, and at the end, in a series of close-ups. The editing of these close-ups indicates that the painting is being looked at by one or both characters.

In episode one of the series, the painting in question is Thomas Eakins’s The Biglin Brothers Racing (1872).

House of Cards, episode one, around 42 minutes in. Zoe and Frank in front of Eakins’s The Biglin Brothers Racing.

And in episode nine, the work is Mary Cassatt’s Little Girl in a Blue Armchair (1878). Notably, both paintings are nineteenth-century paintings by American artists. We might also add that they are both (broadly speaking) realist artists with strong connections to Paris and Philadelphia.

House of Cards, episode 9, around 17 minutes in. Frank and Zoe in front of Mary Cassatt’s Little Girl in a Blue Armchair.

The two scenes balance each other nicely. The first occurs near the beginning of Frank and Zoe’s relationship: the second towards its end. In the first, Frank sits to the right of the bench and Zoe to the left; in the second, it’s the other way around. In the earlier scene, we find Frank waiting at the gallery bench for Zoe and, after their conversation, he gets up to leave first; in the later scene, the reverse occurs: Zoe waits for Frank and is first to leave. But it is Frank who gets the last words in both scenes, and since these words elaborate on the imagery of the paintings, he comes across as the more engaged viewer.

Watching the House of Cards prompted me to come to three broad conclusions about what tends to work, or not work, in these sorts of museum scenes. Here they are.

1. From an art-historical perspective, films or TV programs get brownie points for recognizing that particular objects are associated with particular locations.
I will immediately add that I don’t hold it against, say, the remake of The Thomas Crown Affair for playing fast and loose with which objects can be found in the Met. Still, as I watch such a film, a voice in my brain (let’s call it the voice of the inner art history pendant) will always be interfering with my valiant attempt to suspend disbelief. “But,” the voice will hector me, “Cézanne’s Lac d’Annecy hangs in the Courtauld Institute, not the Met!” And I love Kurosawa’s Dreams, and recognize that the director’s dream logic gives not a fig for the practicalities of the museum world. Still, the voice of the art history pedant inevitably interrupts the beginning of the “Crows” section of the film, and asks unreasonably: “just when were all those Van Goghs hanging together on the same wall? Never!”

Gallery scene from the “Crows” section of Kurosawa’s Dreams (around 1 hr 4 mins.)

Conversely, I appreciate–even overvalue–films that respect the bond between a location and its artworks. Consider the way John Hughes allowed Ferris Bueller to see some of The Art Institute’s finest artworks during his day off, and how the objects add to the specificity of this Chicago film.

Similarly, since the Eakins and Cassatt works are indeed to be found in the National Gallery, I give credit to The House of Cards for its choices. The paintings help to create a plausible D.C. setting, particularly for those viewers with memories of looking at the paintings in the National Gallery. Even so, the scene’s staging is a little forced. How often is such a major gallery so deserted? Or paintings isolated in this manner? Why the strangely archaic lighting system? Is this even the gallery itself or, as I suspect, another location doubling for it? (The National Gallery is not thanked, or even mentioned, in the credits.)

2. Directors: If you’re going to draw attention to an artwork, it’s a good idea to forge connections between it and other aspects of the film.
With the paintings’ dominant blues hues, and the steely greys of the museum spaces, the gallery scenes fit in well with the chilly palettes beloved by the cinematographer of the House of Cards. But beyond these aesthetic commonalities, Frank’s dialogue serves to focus our attention on broader links between the paintings and elements of the dramatic situation.

Before their first meeting at the National Gallery, Frank calls Zoe to establish their meeting spot and, we might reasonably assume, did so by naming the gallery and the Eakins painting. (“Meet me by the Biglin Brothers!”) Did he even choose that painting partly in order to send a message to his companion? Perhaps. After giving Zoe an important document in the gallery, his parting remarks draw on the work’s imagery and, if we choose to believe him, seem to indicate his prior acquaintance with the work. “I just love this painting, don’t you? We’re in the same boat now, Zoe. Take care not to tip it over. I can only save one of us from drowning.”

“We’re in the same boat now, Zoe.”

By contrast, the second gallery meeting is called by Zoe, who proceeds to inform Frank that their sexual relationship is over, even while she attempts to continue their professional association. Did Zoe choose the Cassatt painting for their rendezvous in order to make a point about female achievement and creativity? Or, if we focus on the subject matter rather than the maker, was it to stress her youthfulness? (They are not brothers in the same boat; rather Zoe is young enough to be Frank’s daughter.)

Whether or not this was her intention, it certainly becomes the drift of Frank’s thoughts when, after Zoe has departed, he looks at the painting and treats us to this sour monologue: “She was never more than a faint blip on my radar. We’ve served each other’s purpose. She wants to be an adult. Let us see how she can fly when she leaves the nest.” As far as Frank is concerned, Zoe, like the girl in the painting, is on her own now. Or, put more positively, by suggesting an affinity connection between Zoe and the girl, the painting seems to comment on Zoe’s willful and youthful independence.

“Let us see how she can fly when she leaves the nest.”

Frank’s words sound as though they come from a tough father as much as an embittered lover. But he is no father. He and his wife, Claire (Robin Wright), have not had children together, a fact that Claire increasingly regrets. The Cassatt painting, in other words, also makes visible an important absence in their lives. The image conjures up not just the kind of child that they might have had, but the kind of comfortable, sprawling domesticity that a child might bring. In this respect, the interior scene offers a sharp contrast to the stark domestic spaces of Claire and Frank’s own townhouse.

Claire also becomes implicated in the first gallery scene–at least retrospectively.  She buys Frank a rowing machine, as though she has somehow intuited what happened in the gallery and would rather direct her husband towards a boat for one, not a berth for two. Besides, she tells him, he needs to work out. Frank resists at first, but, by the end of the second episode, is dutifully rowing hard but going nowhere–a bit like a Biglin brother.

Franks rows, Claire watches (screen left). House of Cards, episode two.

3. Gallery scenes + drama: how obvious is too obvious?
The appearance of the rowing machine indicates how House of Cards risks seeming overly arch and artificial. It’s easy to push too hard on these connections between artworks and other dramatic elements. House of Cards can get away with more of this than is usual. As Frank’s direct addresses to the camera remind us, the series embraces a generous amount of stylistic artificiality. So, in terms of image selection, where might the limit lie? Is there a painting that would be too obvious to include?

It was probably wise not to show an actual image of a house of cards in House of Cards, even though it just so happens that the National Gallery possesses an extremely good painting of this subject. It is by Chardin, who made several other versions of the theme.

Chardin, House of Cards, 1737(?), National Gallery, Washington, D.C.

In general, it is surely better to keep an image of the governing metaphor of your series safely off screen or, if you prefer, hidden up your sleeve. (What if the characters should become aware of it?!)  And I imagine that the makers of House of Cards will only consider playing this card, will only consider including this painting in a scene, near the conclusion of their story.

It will be played, if at all, at the end of some future series, when Frank has built his political empire up to its maximum height. And at that point, his house of cards will either stand or fall.

 

 

Kimbell Colour

I spent Spring Break in Texas and enjoyed my second visit to the Kimbell Art Museum in Fort Worth. This is fast becoming a favourite. It’s a small but wonderful museum, featuring Louis Kahn’s stunning architecture and, inside, extremely high quality work. On this visit, I was lucky enough to see their beautifully curated Bernini: Sculpting in Clay exhibition, which provided insights into the Baroque sculptor’s working methods and studio practice.

Photography wasn’t permitted in the Bernini show, but the Kimbell does allow it in their permanent collection. This is a particular enlightened policy given that the light in the gallery spaces is incredible–thanks again to Louis Kahn. I spent a lot of time just appreciating the vivid colours in the paintings. Even a hack photographer wielding an old iPhone can’t totally destroy these colours.

Here, then, are a few photos I took of the Kimbell’s paintings. Click on any image for a closer look.

Duccio, Raising of Lazarus (from the Maesta Altarpiece)

Chardin, Young Student Drawing

Cezanne, Maison Maria with a view of the Chateau Noir

Cezanne, Maison Maria with a view of Chateau Noir (detail)

Cezanne, Man in a Blue Smock (detail)

Miro, Portrait of Heriberto Casany (detail)

Making Movies: Filming Artists at Work

Here’s a call for papers for the session I’m co-chairing at SECAC 2013 (Greensboro, North Carolina). If we have a good response, we’ll propose an edited volume on the subject, so even if you can’t make the conference, please consider submitting a proposal. And spread the word! [Deadline: April 20, 2013. For full details, click here.]

We solicit proposals for papers addressing any aspect of documentary films showing artists at work.

These films are nearly as old as the film medium itself. They can seem artless and straightforward, like the early footage of Renoir painting, or they can appear highly complicated and elaborately staged, like Clouzot’s Mystery of Picasso (1956). The popularity of these films shows no sign of abating: consider the recent ones about Andy Goldsworthy, Gerhard Richter, and street art (Exit Through the Gift Shop), or consider PBS’s Art21 series.

As Namuth’s 1950 film of Pollock reminds us, these films have sometimes provided audiences with indelible, if potentially misleading, images and ideas about artists’ working processes. They can also be contested cultural products. What film-makers want from a film or video may, or may not, align with the desires of the artist, and vice versa.

To follow this line of inquiry, our panel is also interested in how artists use film to deal with concerns arising out of their other work. Since mid-century across the globe, many practitioners have found film and video expedient for investigating time and perception, demonstrating specific visual concepts or documenting performance.

Paper proposals will be considered for inclusion in the conference and/or for consideration in a possible edited volume on the subject.

 

Solid Objects and the Stuff of Thought

It’s nice to see some of my old work becoming available on the internet, especially when there’s no pay wall. So here’s a link to the published “selected papers” from the 14th International conference on Virginia Woolf, which took place in 2004 at the University of London. Look for my contribution–“Woolf, Fry, and the Psycho-Aesthetics of Solidity”–on page 244 of the PDF document.

My paper deals with Ernest Jones’s psychoanalytic theories, collecting, and Woolf’s wonderful short story, Solid Objects. I’ve always been fascinated by Woolf’s friendship with Roger Fry, and there’s a bit of that in this paper, too.

John Ruskin, “How to Draw a Stone”, from
The Elements of Drawing
(1857)

If nothing else, if you haven’t already, please read Solid Objects.  Here’s my favourite quote from one of my favourite stories:

“Looked at again and again half consciously by a mind thinking of something else, any object mixes itself so profoundly with the stuff of thought that it loses its actual form and recomposes itself a little differently in an ideal shape which haunts the brain when we least expect it.”

For me, this quote gets at the heart of art history–or at least my version of it.

Note to Lord Byron*

Goya, Daumier, Cezanne? Look:
Those apples Auden left? I took.

 

*”To me Art’s subject is the human clay, / And landscape but a background to a torso; / All Cézanne’s apples I would give away / For one small Goya or a Daumier.” (W. H. Auden: Letter to Lord Byron, 1937)

Whose Studio is it Anyway? Laura Knight on Film.

Over the summer, I’ve been exploring the amazing British Pathé webpage. This searchable site contains digital versions of some 90,000 newsreels, dating from the early years of cinema to the 1970s.

I teach a class called “Art and Film” and was immediately curious to see what art-related material lurked in the Pathé archives. Having found that there was plenty, the germ of an idea was born. Every now and then, I’ll write about some of these fascinating Pathé gems in this blog and, I hope, shed some light on them.

I’m going to start with one of the first reels that caught my attention, a two-minute silent film showing the English painter Laura Knight (1877-1970) at work in what appears to be her studio. Called “Mrs Laura Knight–the famous Artist,” it was made in 1927 and you can see it here.

Knight on Film

In the 1920s, Knight was beginning to receive significant public recognition for her achievements, and the film acknowledges this growing acclaim. As its opening title card explains, Knight “was recently elected an Associate of the Royal Academy, [and] is only the second woman to receive such an honour since the 18th Century.”* In 1929 she was made a Dame, and she became a full member of the Royal Academy in 1936. In the same year, she published the first of her two autobiographies, Oil Paint and Grease Paint, where she vividly describes her own impressions of the Pathé film or, more precisely, her memories of being filmed. Curiously, she does not mention viewing the completed film. So she is probably offering a pointed corrective to the way she suspects she has been portrayed.

Laura Knight

The relevant passage is from a chapter called “A Film Studio.” Here it is in full:

One of the film studios asked me if I would give them the opportunity of making a film of me painting a picture with my model. An exact copy of my studio was to be set up in the film studio. Two men consulted with me about borrowing the necessary gear. I had just completed a half-nude figure, which they were extremely anxious to bring into the film. It was decided that they would chance the propriety of including it, and a taxi was filled with various canvases and drawings.

I arrived with two models at the time appointed, four o’clock in the afternoon. The studio set was sumptuous, sunlight streamed through a large window, outside the frame, creepers twined–most picturesque. The easel was set all ready for use; it was tiny, a rococo affair made for a drawing-room and across the top of it a piece of plush was draped. The studio did not bear much resemblance to my workshop over Butler’s garage, where the view from the window only showed the tops of Seymour Hick’s chimney-pots, but I was assured it would come out all right, so we started to select the particular pictures for display. A crowd of serious-faced men discussed the advisability of the semi-nude, while I watched the red in their faces turn to bright blue in the lights, the veins of their noses looking as if they had been scrawled in ink. A slight delay was caused while one of the producers went away. He returned with a length of pink chiffon floating, which he proceeded to drape across the offending breast of my painted maiden–then I had to interfere, and we compromised by placing another canvas partly in front of her nudity.

I do not know how many feet or yards of film were used up. My models and I acted everything that was ever done in a studio that we and the producers could think of, from the doing of a drawing, to a tea-party, and the advent of a lady visitor. It was no use my protesting that I never had tea-parties in my studio, it was necessary for the tale. I was made to paint standing an inch or two from my canvas, so that the camera-man could see my profile, hand, brush, picture and the model all together. I got weary standing about, and my model very bored on her throne. In a rest, as I watched her idly rubbing her bare back, suddenly there was a violent shout behind me, “Let those damned spots alone!” Poor Eileen dropped her hand quickly, but the camera-man was not referring to her scratching, but to some limes that had been interfered with.

When we had taken off our make-up and were bidding our hosts good-bye, a man said to me, “You’ve been under the arcs five hours; you’ll have slight sunstroke after this.” (312-13)

Filming the Artist and the Observer Effect

Documentaries about artists cater to our desire to pry open the secrets of the artist’s studio and witness private and mysterious acts of creation. But there is an “observer effect” that inevitably compromises this desire. While the film-making process changes the artist’s normal activities, we viewers invariably begin to suspect that this must be occurring. In this case, we are lucky: Knight’s words help us grasp some of these slippages. Her studio is not her studio, even though it is presented as such. Her very stance at the easel–a display easel, not a work easel–has to change to satisfy the camera.

Worse still, these changes are motivated not merely by cinematic or narrative necessity, but by ideological factors–the desire to shoehorn Knight into the role of the “Lady Painter.” In her autobiography, Knight controls how she is being represented and can make the film’s fiction, its “tale” clear. She does not normally have tea parties, nor lady visitors in her studio (two scenes excluded from the final edit); she does not normally drape her easel with plush, nor her painting with pink chiffon. The view from her actual studio, she insists, is gritty and urban, not pastoral.

Knight’s Lights

Limiting the range of Knight’s subjects to portraits and studies of female subjects, the film also downplays the complicated figurative works that by this time had become Knight’s trademark. You can see more of her images of the circus, the ballet, and the theatre here. A specialist in these subjects must be attuned to complicated lighting effects, and Knight’s writing certainly reveals a preoccupation with light. There’s the natural light flooding in through the studio window; the light that strikes the “serious-faced men,” rendering them grotesque; and there are those troublesome “spots” or “limes” that had been interfered with” (in other words, spotlights and limelights).

The scene culminates in another type of light effect, the “slight sunstroke” she is told to expect after her five-hour stint before the filmmakers’ arc lights. Knight uses this gloomy prediction to forge a connection between herself and another painter, Annie Swynnerton, who, in 1922, became the very first woman elected into the Royal Academy as an Associate Member (ARA).*

Annie Swynnerton, 1931

Annie Swynnerton, 1931

During “A Film Studio,” Knight’s fellow ARA is very much on her mind. At the beginning of the chapter, Knight describes Swynnerton at work, “painting a big portrait out of doors in Rome,” but suffering as a consequence. Knight quotes the older painter: “I had heat stroke–it affected my eyes–they were wonderful before that!” (311-312). Now, Knight tells us, Swynnerton can “hardly see.” Less than two pages later, Knight is experiencing her own type of sunstroke, courtesy of the film studio. We are relieved to read that Knight wakes up the next day with her sight intact and nothing worse than “sore eyes and a giddy head” (314).

“Any woman reaching the heights in the fine arts”, Knight reflects, “had been almost unknown until Mrs. Swynnerton came and broke down the barriers of prejudice…” (311). Stressing hard labour, physical risk, and collective struggle, Knight’s writing amends and expands the film’s vision of what it might mean to be a female artist.

In her writing, Knight relates herself to a significant senior artist; in contrast, the filmmakers place the artist firmly in the company of her models. In the second half of this post, I’m going to look more closely at three parts of the film that show the artist interacting with a model (or her likeness) in three different ways. The model appears as a conversational partner for the artist, as a figure in a completed painting, and in the act of modeling. These sections confirm Knight’s hunch: the art of filmmaking inevitably shapes how making art is depicted on film.

Moment 1: Mentoring Mayo (1:35 to 1:40)

“Poor Eileen,” the model Knight mentions, is readily identifiable. She is Eileen Mayo (1906-1994), who posed frequently for Knight and other well-known artists of the day: Vanessa Bell, Mark Gertler, Duncan Grant, and Dod Procter. The Tate Archive holds a lock of her distinctive golden hair, which was clearly considered to be part of her appeal.

A Lock of Eileen Mayo’s hair, Tate Archive

Mayo’s presence in the film helps to explain one of the more stilted segues in the film. After an intertitle informs us that Knight likes to encourage young artists, we cut to a picture of her chatting with Mayo, who now plays the role of student, rather than model. Mayo was both–as the filmmakers seem to have realized. By 1927 she had already attended the prestigious Slade School in London and studied with Fernand Léger in Paris. She would go on to have a very successful career as a designer, illustrator, and printmaker.

Knight and Mayo (1:40ish)

 

Moment 2: The “Half-Nude Figure” (1:42 to 1:47)

Knight’s prose indicates that the shoot had raised some thorny questions of decorum. The half- or “semi-nude” figure creating all the consternation was, in all likelihood, the painting that creates a bridge into the “gallery” sequence at the end of the film.

Knight and Blue & Gold (1:44ish); and Knight’s Blue & Gold (1927)

Given all the problems it apparently created in the film studio, the work makes a fairly minor, though telling, appearance in the final edit. Knight’s Blue and Gold (1927)–the title alludes to Mayo’s hair–is not strategically obscured or veiled. If anything, it’s the reverse. During the shot, the artist’s gaze drifts downwards towards “the offending breast of [the] painted maiden” and the viewer is inclined to follow her lead.

Reading between the lines, one wonders whether the awkwardness in the studio was less about the finished painting, and more about the attempt to stage a dramatic recreation of its making. Why else would the model be “idly rubbing her bare back,” unless she had been posing nude? Real breasts presented more problems than painted ones and the scene, if indeed it was shot, was ultimately too troublesome to include in the completed film. A suggestive cut, which transforms Mayo back from model (and student) to painted nude, would have to serve instead.

Consecutive shots: Knight with Mayo and Knight and Blue & Gold

Moment 3: Time-Lapse Dissolve (1:04 to 1:18) 

Pathé films from the twenties couldn’t rely on the breezy voiceovers that we associate with their later newsreels. In the silent era, more weight had to be placed on visual storytelling through film. A case in point: the slow dissolve that magically takes the viewer from an early to a much later stage in a work’s development. (To help continuity, Knight places her hand on the easel, holding her pose rather stiffly.) Indicating the passing of an unspecified amount of time, the transition also coincides with a change of media, from drawing to painting.

Consecutive shots: two stages of the same work?

While the simple special effect manages to create a sense of studio time and studio processes, it also causes us to question exactly what we are seeing. These doubts only increase when we compare shots of Mayo posing and the completed work, which is revealed at the very end of the film. Obvious differences emerge.

Mayo posing and the final painting

In the studio, Mayo’s hair is tied back away from forehead, while the figure in the canvas has bangs (“a fringe”). Mayo leans on a bare table, while the figure in the canvas leans on a magazine or newspaper lying on top of a table. Knight could simply be freely altering and augmenting what she sees, but the artist’s own recollections indicate another possibility.

The strictly limited amount of shooting time (some five hours); the number of different scenarios or set-ups attempted; and the fact that the film-makers wanted to introduce at least one preselected painting: all of these tend to confirm my suspicion that the time-lapse sequence actually cuts between two different works. By retroactively creating a “preliminary” sketch on a second canvas, and by restaging the scene of modeling, a simulation of a single work’s evolution could rapidly, if not entirely seamlessly, be created in the studio and in the editing room. The filmmakers may have initially wanted to recreate the genesis of Blue and Gold; they eventually settled for something more anodyne, a “Woman Leaning on a Table.”

Back in the Limelight

Though she appeared in two later Pathé  newsreels, Knight chose not to revisit the topic of being filmed in The Magic of a Line (1965), her second autobiography. But whether she would like it or not, Knight is primed to appear in a new film. Some 85 years after her 1927 film debut, she has once again been found to be “necessary for [a] tale.” Summer in February, a film currently in post production and still awaiting a release date, promises to be “a true tale of love, liberty and scandal amongst the Edwardian artists’ colony in Cornwall.”

This time it will be a trained actress, Hattie Morahan, who plays the role of Laura Knight, “the famous artist.”

From www.summerinfebruary.com

Footnote:
*The word “elected” calls for further explanation. In 1768, George III named 34 founding members of the Royal Academy. But, strictly speaking, the two women he included, Angelica Kauffman and Mary Moser, were not elected. It was only in 1922 and 1927 that Annie Swynnerton and Laura Knight (respectively) were voted in as associate members (ARAs).

Art History T-Shirt Woot!

Aaaagggghh! The new school year beckons and life will soon become a lot more hectic. It’s time to look at calendars, devise courses, write syllabi, and plan one’s autumn art history wardrobe!

Those who know me will have no trouble identifying this last item as the odd one out. I’m a reliably disheveled looking professor: I don’t care much about what I wear; my beard is not so much a beard as the absence of a shaving regime; and I generally try to extend the time between my haircuts far beyond the culturally suggested period of six weeks.

Fortunately I work in an art department and we have a relaxed dress code–if, indeed, there is a dress code at all. Nobody’s told me. But this semester, I thought I’d plan my wardrobe or, to put it more modestly and accurately, I thought I’d go online and buy a few new t-shirts, each featuring an art history theme. So over I surfed to shirt.woot.com and, before long, I had found three candidates.

 

ASCII Night by artguyaaron

One shirt featured a binary-code version of Van Gogh’s Starry Night.

 

Leonardo by ramyb

Another riffed on the Leonardo-as-ninja-turtle theme, showing him busily working on a Vitruvian turtle. (Pedantic critique: would Leonardo really have used an easel to make his drawing? And shouldn’t our Leoturtle be using his left flipper, not his right? It’s enough to drive an art historian mad!)

 

The Mrowr by walmazan

Finally, there was a weird version of Munch’s The Scream, featuring cats chasing a tantalizingly out-of-reach morsel (identified by the designer as a “grilled beef patty”). I like the title of this shirt: not The Scream or The Cry, but The MrowrJames Joyce would have approved.

Reader, I bought all three.

Admittedly three t-shirts do not a wardrobe make. Still, I’m looking forward to donning these shirts for those when days I’m teaching related portions of my art history survey class. They’ll be talking points for both me and the students. And at least for a moment, part of my outfit will be somewhat coordinated with something else: the image on the screen.

[Legal disclaimer: The fact that I did not receive payment from shirt.woot for featuring their t-shirts in this post does not guarantee that I will refuse any free shirts that they happen to send in my direction.]

 

Yours Truly

Caillebotte’s Hands

I have two Caillebotte related stories to share.

1. Hands

Caillebotte: Details from The Floorscrapers, 1876

The first comes courtesy of one of my students, Charlotte Smith, who made an impressive visual research project for my class Visual Culture in France (1850-1900). Over the years, I’ve noticed that students have had success when they work in three dimensions, but draw from two-dimensional source material (or vice versa). This is exactly how Charlotte approached the project, as her artist statement explains. Here are some excerpts:

I chose to do an artwork based on Gustave Caillebotte’s painting The Floor Scrapers. In this painting there are three shirtless workers refinishing a floor in an apartment. When planning for this sculpture, I knew that I wanted to focus on the workers’ bodies. Because of the years of work, the muscles in their bodies are particular to their work.

Caillebotte: The Floor Scrapers, 1876

I decided to focus on one part of their body. I felt like the hands were the most important. I wanted to sculpt one hand from each worker. I paid specific attention to the placement of the hand, how it held the tool, and what angle the wrist and top plane of the hand created. I could have been more specific using a hand model of my own and recreating the positions in real life, but I wanted my hands to reflect Caillebotte’s research.

Charlotte Smith, The Floor Scrapers' Hands

I chose to use clay with this project. I began with the right hand of the worker on the far left. I cut basic triangle, rectangle, and square forms out of the clay. This allowed me to get the basic gesture of the hand. After I let the clay sit and harden, I was then able to carve knuckle, tendon, and fingernail details. When placing the elements together for the finished piece, I originally planned to display the hands upright as though they were completing the task only without the tools.

Charlotte Smith, The Floor Scrapers' Hands

As I worked on the hands and completed them one by one, I began setting them aside, resting some parts on another so that I would not mess up the fingers. I liked how the hands were then working together to complete my piece. I chose a clay base on a short back pedestal. I cut the clay slabs into strips and placed them beside one another. I was hoping that this, as well as a few clay shavings, would hint back to The Floor Scrapers painting.

Charlotte Smith, The Floor Scrapers' Hands

2. Writing

Caillebotte: Details of shop signs (1877-80)

And here’s my second piece of Caillebotte news: later this year, I’ll be giving a paper on the artist at SECAC 2012, which is being held in Durham, North Carolina. The paper will deal with issues of legibility and illegibility in the artist’s paintings, and especially in his depictions of shop and business signs. I’ll be talking mostly about three paintings: Interior (1880, top detail, above), The Shop Painters (1877, bottom detail), and Paris. Rainy Day (1877).

Years ago, when I was visiting the Art Institute of Chicago for the first time, I spent a long time staring at Paris. Rainy Day. I eventually noticed something that wasn’t at all obvious from reproductions of the painting. While one of the shop signs in the work is just legible, and identifies the shop as a “PHARMACIE,” another sign in the work cannot be read (see the centre two details, above). We can tell that the marks represent the gold lettering of a sign, but can decipher neither what this lettering spells out, nor what kind of business it is identifying.

For some reason, this intrigued me. Further thoughts followed from this rather modest observation, and now the ideas have accumulated into a paper, and the paper will lead me to Durham. Or rather, since I used to live in the city, back to Durham.