Thursday, December 6, 2018

Charles Bewick






During this period of national mourning, I remember Charles Bewick. He was a native of England, from Kingswood in Surrey. He was from an affluent background, what he called "the gin and jaguars set." He knew personally a lot of musicians and dancers including Michael Tilson Thomas, Lynn Fonteyn, and Rudolf Nureyev. He told remarkable stories about some very wild parties he attended with all those folks both famous and not so famous.  I remember one story he told about a party where 6 people shared a bed and passed champagne bottles across the bed.  The bottles each ended up empty by the time they got to the other side.  All six were very drunk, but had presence of mind to suddenly realize that they had to go to a wedding at St. Martin in the Fields by a certain hour.  Among the revelers in the bed were the bride and groom.  They were all so drunk they could barely stand, and yet they made it to their wedding on time.  At the time, Charles was a young City stock broker who made and fortune and lost a fortune, as he described it.

Very unexpectedly, Charles became an Anglican priest.  He was very close to his father, but his father tried to talk him out of it.   Charles persisted and he did his first tour of duty as a priest among auto-manufacturing factory workers living among them and taking a job at the plant. While serving as a priest on the staff of Southwark Cathedral in London, Michael Marshall the Bishop of Woolwich hired Charles to be a chaplain.  In 1983, Charles accompanied the bishop to Saint Louis, MO in the USA to found The Anglican Institute at the Church of St. Michael and St. George. While there, Charles became seriously ill and was diagnosed with AIDS. Bishop Marshall immediately fired him and tried to have him defrocked (only the intervention of William Jones the local Episcopal bishop in St. Louis prevented Bishop Marshall from defrocking Charles) Charles Bewick found himself seriously ill, unemployed, and marooned in the USA. Trinity Episcopal Church in St. Louis hired him as an assisting priest where he lived out the rest of his days.
Charles was a founder and served on the board of directors of Doorways, an interfaith organization that provided housing for AIDS sufferers facing eviction in St. Louis. Most of them were people of color. Charles faced down very hostile racist landlords in order to find housing for AIDS victims at the height of the panic and hysteria over the disease.   He found himself often a target of verbal abuse and threats of violence, but calmly persisted in his work.  Landlords and hostile neighbors described his clients with the N word and the F word, and frequently addressed Charles as the "N word loving F word" and ended their rants with something like "... and you call yourself a priest!" Charles would usually let them rant on and on, and when they were finished or exhausted, he would calmly continue with "this is what we are looking for and this is what we are willing to pay, do you have anything available?"   Sometimes they would storm out of the room, but greed plus the expense of maintaining vacant units would usually overcome their bigotry.

Charles died of AIDS in 1989 at age 42. On his deathbed, he forgave a very penitent Bishop Marshall, and asked him to preside at his funeral, which he did.

I was very privileged to know Charles in the last years of his life. He now rests in peace with the saints in light.




A panel from the National AIDS Memorial quilt commemorating Charles and two other AIDS victims from Trinity Episcopal Church in Saint Louis.



Sunday, December 2, 2018

George HW Bush


Flowers by Henri Fantin-Latour


Former President George Herbert Walker Bush died yesterday at the age of 94.

I remember today a whole lot of people who didn't live to be 94.  Over 507,000 people died of AIDS in the USA between 1987 and 2015; over half a million people, more than the entire population of Kansas City, MO.
Most of those people never lived to see 50.  A lot didn't live to see 30.






Friday, November 30, 2018

The Four Last Things



Painting by Mark Rothko


We all will die, and so will everything else; even the space that contains us. Everything we have down to our own bodies is ultimately on loan and will be paid back. Like most other gay men of my generation, I’ve seen too many people die before their time. Life is short and uncertain, and the absurd and the arbitrary happen. We never know how much time we have left, so how we spend it matters. The people we love and who love us are not forever and should be enjoyed, cared for, and cherished now.
I have no idea if there really is anything beyond the horizon of death. The afterlife may all be a big nothing. Much of the ancient world thought so. Hades, Sheol, and Abzu are all places of shadows where all the dead go regardless of virtue or wickedness; all exist in eternal darkness cut off from the living and the gods. These places seem to me not very far removed from the state of oblivion. They may be simply poetic metaphors for extinction. The Egyptians with their elaborate afterlife were the exception, not the rule in the ancient world. If the afterlife is all a big nothing, then there won’t be any conscious entity left to know it, or to regret it. Still, I treasure the hope that extinction is not our ultimate destiny.


Even so, as a friend of mine said, “It doesn’t matter if you believe in God or not; you don’t want to lie on your death bed knowing you’re an asshole.” Somehow in some way we are accountable for our lives and how we spend them. God’s mercy is infinite, and his justice is perfect.

If there is a Heaven, then I don’t believe that anyone pulls themselves up by their own bootstraps to get in it. Heaven is the free gift of God to all of us. No one earns their way into it. No one “deserves” to go to heaven or is “worthy” of it. It’s not an apotheosis. We’re not heroes winning admission to Olympus and immortality. I’ve never believed golden harps and clouds. I don’t believe in any celestial brothel as some believe. I don’t believe in any warriors’ Valhalla either. I don’t believe in anything like that changeless realm of disembodied light that Dante described. I believe that if there is a Heaven, then it is a place where we will indeed live again; live in every sense of that word. If we go there, we go there because God wants us to be there, not because we earned it or won the lottery. Heaven is like the return of the Prodigal; no matter what reason or where or for how long we wandered, Our Parents are always there waiting and are so happy that we’ve come back. Heaven is like the Wedding at Cana; joy like the best wine anyone has ever tasted, and more of it than all the guests can possibly drink. Heaven is the Bosom of Abraham where everyone belongs and is welcome. In Heaven, no one is lonely and no one is without. As Mahalia Jackson described Heaven “It’s always ‘Howdy! Howdy!’ and never ‘good bye.’”

I’ve never believed in hell, at least that traditional concept of it as an eternal torture chamber created by God to punish the wicked. Demagogues, tyrants, oligarchs, and fanatics use the fires of hell to frighten their subjects into an infantile submission. Salvation became a protection racket, a way of staying out of hell instead of embarking on a journey to meet God. Hell was always a little too useful for keeping people in line. Hell becomes an empty threat when people lose their fear of it, and salvation becomes an empty promise. And yet, I believe in free will. The problem with universalism and its very attractive idea that everyone will ultimately see salvation is that it negates free will. Should someone who doesn’t want it see salvation? Slave and master, victim and predator automatically together in the same heaven with no reckoning is not justice. Perhaps Hell is something that we make for ourselves with great skill and industry. We go there willingly, even eagerly, and it locks from the inside. We find our bliss in our own darkness and isolation cutting ourselves off from our neighbors and from God. We put ourselves there and it is up to us to come out. I could see that for some, leaving would be too much to ask. One thing that always struck me about Dante’s Inferno; as I recall, none of the damned asks to leave. None of them ever say “get me out of here” to Dante and Virgil no matter how terrible their suffering.



Sunday, November 18, 2018

Sunday, November 11, 2018

The Eleventh Hour of the Eleventh Day of the Eleventh Month


The First World War ended a century ago today.


The Belgian countryside near Ypres, 1917



Plaster casts of injured soldiers.





Plaster casts of injured soldiers in the Museé de l'Armee in Paris.




I wrote a post about The Great War four years ago for the centennial of its beginning.


Sunday, November 4, 2018

Blue


Natural Blue




The color blue begins with the sky.   The nitrogen and oxygen that make up much of the atmosphere absorb the long light waves of red and scatter and reflect back the short light waves of blue.  We live at the bottom of a sea of blue air.  Sunlight that comes through that air at mid day is very cool and bluish in color.




At sunrise and sunset, sunlight passes over the surface of the earth at a tangent and through much more atmosphere.  The air does the opposite at this time of day absorbing the short light waves of blue and reflecting back the long waves of red.




The same effect is true of water, especially over tropical seas.





The combination of air and water make ours a blue world.



And yet, blue remains an exceptional color in the natural world of life and minerals.  Warm colors of reds, browns, umbers, and ochers dominate the colors of the land.  The colors of life are primarily greens, reds, and browns.

Chicory blossoms





A day flower





Texas bluebonnets





Texas bluebonnets in a field




Blue morning glories 




 Colorado Columbine




 Larkspur





Cornflowers






Blue flag iris






Eastern bluebirds







Indigo Bunting






Blue jay





Mountain bluebird





 Blue grosbeak







 Cerulean warbler





Blue Hyacinth Macaw








Siamese fighting fish








Regal Blue Tang








Blue Morpho Butterfly






Blue Sapphire






Star Sapphire, the "Star of India" in the American Museum of Natural History in New York






Blue Diamond, the Hope Diamond






Azurite





Turquoise








Sodalite




Blue Tanzanite







Blue Spinel










Egyptian Blue




The Egyptians made the first synthetic color, a blue that the Romans later called Egyptian Blue.  The ingredients were simple, but the process of making it was demanding and difficult.  The Egyptians used chalk or limestone together with a blue mineral such as malachite or azurite, and sand.  These were melted together at very high temperatures.  Not only temperature, but the amount of oxygen used in the firing determined the resulting color from deep dark ultramarine blues to bright almost greenish turquoise colors.  Making this pigment required great skill.

The Egyptians loved blue associating it with the sky and the waters of the Nile.  




An Egyptian faience hippopotamus, "William," from the Metropolitan Museum of Art, circa 1961 to 1878 BCE



An ushabti



Wall tiles from the tomb of Pharaoh Zoser at Saqqara, circa 2630 - 2611 BCE



Ultramarine Blue





For many centuries, ultramarine blue was the most expensive and sought after pigment in the world.  Throughout much of history, artists made ultramarine blue out of lapis lazuli mined from Sar-e-Sang in the Hindu Kush mountains in what is now Afghanistan near the famous Buddhist site of Bamiyan along the Silk Road.  Merchants transported lapis on the backs of camels and donkeys along the silk road to sea ports in Syria.  From there, ships carried the mineral to Venice.  Ultramarine blue made from this lapis lazuli came from over ("ultra-") the sea ("-marine).

Not only was ultramarine blue made from very costly lapis lazuli imported from Central Asia, but it was extremely difficult to make.  Lapis lazuli contains numerous mineral impurities from calcite to pyrite.  Grinding up lapis lazuli makes a disappointing grey.  Cenino Cennini in his famous 14th century artists' handbook describes a lengthy process of refinement involving mixing wax, linseed oil, and mastic into the powder, soaking it in an alkaline lye solution, and pressing it repeatedly to extract the bright blue lazulite from the matrix of mineral impurities.

The material and the process were so expensive and demanding that artists required an initial down payment from patrons in order to afford the pigment.



Enrico Scrovegni, among the richest bankers in Europe in the early 14th century, contracted the artist Giotto to make liberal use of extremely expensive ultramarine blue in the Arena Chapel in Padua.  Giotto used gallons of it, applied a secco, over dry plaster so that it would not chemically react with wet plaster.  Banker that he was, Enrico Scrovegni wanted to impress God and the neighbors with how much money he could afford to set on fire for this project.





lapis lazuli


By the 19th century, industrialism created new and brilliant colors that could be sold cheaply.  In 1824, a French industrial society put out an award of 6000 francs for the first person to come up with a cheap synthetic way of producing ultramarine blue.  In 1828, two people claimed the prize, a German chemist Gmelin who claimed to have invented a synthetic process earlier, and French chemist Jean Baptiste Guimet.  Guimet walked away with the prize money and the patent rights to a process of extracting the color from coal tar.  Not only was the new ultramarine blue cheap to make in large quantities, but it was more uniform in quality than the old ultramarine made from lapis lazuli.
Some artists were not impressed.  They argued that the new industrial synthetic lacked the depth of the old blue precisely because it was so uniform.  The new synthetic color became known as French ultramarine blue to distinguish it from the older "true" ultramarine blue.

I've never tried to make the pigment, but I did try once to make my own ultramarine blue oil paint from powdered pigment.  The pigment that I bought was definitely the "French" kind and reeked of coal tar.  I ground the pigment as fine as I could, mixed it with linseed oil, and put it in a paint tube.  The paint dried out in the tube within an hour.  Ultramarine blue remains a frustrating pigment to mix for one's self.  I just buy tubes of it at the art supply store now, and thank God that I live in the 21st century.





The search for a good ultramarine blue continued into the 20th century.  The artist Yves Klein became obsessed with the color.  Like many artists, Klein noticed that the dry blue pigment lost its original intensity when it was mixed with linseed oil and other ingredients to make it into paint.  He collaborated with Edouard Adam, an art supplier to find a suitable medium that would not diminish the brilliance of the original pigment.  In 1960, Klein patented what he called International Klein Blue (IKB).  Above is a painting by Klein made with the new blue, L'accord bleu from 1960.




The Blue of the Virgin Mary


As early as the 12th century, the Church hierarchy decreed that the color associated with the Virgin Mary would be the color of Heaven, blue; and not just any blue, but the purest and most expensive of blues, ultramarine.  The growing and burgeoning cult of the Virgin Mary created a lasting demand for her image.




In the beginning, a light safe and chemically stable ultramarine blue pigment remained elusive to Western panel painters working in egg tempera on gessoed panels.  Over time, the colors in panels from the 13th and early 14th centuries frequently decayed into a greenish black as in the example above; an otherwise very fine late 13th century painting by the Badi a Isola Master.



A fine and beautifully preserved triptych by Duccio, 14th century



The Wilton Diptych famous for the brilliance of its blues; made for King Richard II who appears with his patron saints Edmund the Martyr, Edward the Confessor, and John the Baptist in the panel on the left.




Nardo di Cione, Triptych, 1360






The Frankfurt Paradise Garden from the 14th century



Detail from the Frankfurt Paradise Garden





Stefan Lochner, Virgin and Child in a Rose Garden, 15th century






Fra Angelico, The Coronation of the Virgin Mary, early 15th century






Rogier Van Der Weyden, detail from the Columba Altarpiece






Gerard David, Rest on the Flight into Egypt, late 15th century





Giovanni Bellini, Madonna of the Meadow, late 15th century




Raphael, The Alba Madonna, 1510





Titian, The Madonna and Child with St. Catherine and John the Baptist, 16th century




Sassoferrato, The Virgin Mary, 17th century




Guido Reni, The Assumption of the Virgin Mary, 17th century

I'm not a fan of Guido's work, but the brilliant luscious colors are hard to resist.







Cobalt Blue






Cobalt blue made from an oxide of cobalt has been used for centuries to color ceramics and glass first in China, and then in the West as early as the 12th century.
Cobalt blue the artist's pigment appeared in 1802 - 1807 in France, created as an alumina based pigment by Louis Jacques Thenard.




Ming dynasty blue and white porcelain jar, 15th century




Staffordshire "Willow" pattern porcelain plate, 19th century





Sevres porcelain plate, 1780








Royal Copenhagen porcelain tureen, 20th century




 Iznik ware tiles from the Rustem Pasha Mosque, Istanbul, 16th century











Iznik tile work from the Mehmet Sokollu Mosque, Istanbul, 16th century










Tile work in the dome of the Mosque of the Shah, Isfahan, Iran, 17th century






Cobalt blue Empoli glass floor decanter, 1960s





Notre Dame de la Belle Verriere window, Chartres Cathedral, late 12th century.








The South Rose Window, Chartres Cathedral, 13th century









Prussian Blue




The Berlin paint manufacturer Johann Jacob Diesbach made Prussian Blue, the first modern synthetic pigment by accident around 1704 to 1706.  He tried to make his signature brilliant lake red when something went wrong with the mixture that turned first pink, then violet, and then a deep dark blue.  Diesbach suspected his materials supplier, a chemist and pharmacist named Johann Konrad Dippel sold him some adulterated potash.  It turned out that the potash contained animal oil that transformed what was supposed to be a brilliant scarlet into ferrocyanide, or Prussian blue.
Dippel began making and selling the color as a cheap substitute for ultramarine blue that had no green in it unlike smalt, azurite, and other inexpensive blues of the time, and had great tinting strength to stand up to being mixed with other colors.

The most notable use of Prussian blue was not in oil paint, but in colored inks by the great  Ukiyo-e print makers of the early 19th century, in particular Hokusai and Hiroshige who made the color famous.
Stable light fast blue colors were very scarce in Japan, so these print makers turned to imported Prussian blue inks from the West.




Hokusai








Hokusai, Waves






Hokusai, The Great Wave off Kanagawa, the most famous of all Japanese prints







Hiroshige, The Eagle






Hiroshige, The Whirlpool














Cerulean Blue




The Swiss chemist Albrecht Höpfner first made Cerulean blue pigment in 1789, but it did not become widely available to artists as oil paint until the 1870s.
The French call the color bleu celeste, in English it is sometimes known as "sky blue."







Claude Monet was among the first artists to take advantage of the new broad range of inexpensive brilliant colors created by industrialism.  Cerulean blue forms the basis for the brilliant light filled skies in his paintings.




Claude Monet, The Four Trees (Poplars by the Canal, Evening Effect), 1891






He used those brilliant colors to make paintings based on the optical science of the day.  He created a new palette of bright colors based on the spectrum as first described by Newton.










Cerulean is the "heavenly" blue.  It colors the houses of Brahmans in the city of Rajasthan in India.










The flag of the United Nations adopted in December, 1946.  The architect Donal McLaughlin of New York designed the symbol, a projection of the entire earth from the north pole showing all of the continents.  The committee responsible for designing the flag chose cerulean blue for the color, a blue that was as far away as possible from the brilliant red so favored by the ideological tyrants of the Second World War.  Cerulean is the color of the same sky seen by all of humankind.





Artists' Blue




Hans Holbeing, Lady with a Squirrel and Starling, 16th century.  The blue in the background is made from azurite.






Ogata Korin, Blue Irises, 18th century




James Whistler, Nocturne in Blue and Gold, The Old Battersea Bridge, 1872 - 1875







Vincent Van Gogh, The Starry Night, 1889






Picasso, La Vie, 1901







Henri Matisse, The Blue Window, 1913






Henri Matisse, Blue Nude II, cut out, 1952





Joan Miro, Blue II,  1961







Mark Rothko, No. 27, 1954






Barnett Newmann, Cathedra,  1951







Richard Diebenkorn, from the Ocean Park series, 1960s.






Ellsworth Kelly, Blue Curve V, 1972






Paul Jenkins, Blue Ligeance, 1961






Morris Louis, Blue Veil, 1958







Helen Frankenthaler, Blue Reach, 1974