Saturday, December 24, 2022

Angels by Duccio

 From the Maestá in Siena.



























Psalm 33


REJOICE in the Lord, O ye righteous: for it becometh well the just to be thankful. 
Praise the Lord with harp: sing praises unto him with the lute, and instrument of ten strings. 
Sing unto the Lord a new song: sing praises lustily unto him with a good courage. 
For the word of the Lord is true: and all his works are faithful. 
He loveth righteousness and judgement: the earth is full of the goodness of the Lord. 
By the word of the Lord were the heavens made: and all the hosts of them by the breath of his mouth. 
He gathereth the waters of the sea together, as it were upon an heap: and layeth up the deep, as in a treasure-house. 
Let all the earth fear the Lord: stand in awe of him, all ye that dwell in the world. For he spake, and it was done: he commanded, and it stood fast. 
The Lord bringeth the counsel of the heathen to nought: and maketh the devices of the people to be of none effect, and casteth out the counsels of princes. 
The counsel of the Lord shall endure for ever: and the thoughts of his heart from generation to generation. Blessed are the people, whose God is the Lord Jehovah: and blessed are the folk, that he hath chosen to him to be his inheritance. 
The Lord looked down from heaven, and beheld all the children of men: from the habitation of his dwelling he considereth all them that dwell on the earth. 
He fashioneth all the hearts of them: and understandeth all their works. 
There is no king that can be saved by the multitude of an host: neither is any mighty man delivered by much strength. 
A horse is counted but a vain thing to save a man: neither shall he deliver any man by his great strength. Behold, the eye of the Lord is upon them that fear him: and upon them that put their trust in his mercy; 
To deliver their soul from death: and to feed them in the time of dearth. 
Our soul hath patiently tarried for the Lord: for he is our help and our shield. 
For our heart shall rejoice in him: because we have hoped in his holy Name. 
Let thy merciful kindness, 
O Lord, be upon us: like as we do put our trust in thee.

 












Christmas 2022

A Merry and Blessed Christmas to all my readers. 














Giotto



Wednesday, December 21, 2022

Merry Christmas!

 

EB White 
Christmas

 "From this high midtown hall, undecked with boughs, unfortified with mistletoe, we send forth our tinselled greetings as of old, to friends, to readers, to strangers of many conditions in many places. Merry Christmas to uncertified accountants, to tellers who have made a mistake in addition, to girls who have made a mistake in judgment, to grounded airline passengers, and to all those who can't eat clams! We greet with particular warmth people who wake and smell smoke. To captains of river boats on snowy mornings we send an answering toot at this holiday time. Merry Christmas to intellectuals and other despised minorities! Merry Christmas to the musicians of Muzak and men whose shoes don't fit! Greetings of the season to unemployed actors and the blacklisted everywhere who suffer for sins uncommitted; a holly thorn in the thumb of compilers of lists! Greetings to wives who can't find their glasses and to poets who can't find their rhymes! Merry Christmas to the unloved, the misunderstood, the overweight. Joy to the authors of books whose titles begin with the word "How" (as though they knew!). Greetings to people with a ringing in their ears; greetings to growers of gourds, to shearers of sheep, and to makers of change in the lonely underground booths! Merry Christmas to old men asleep in libraries! Merry Christmas to people who can't stay in the same room with a cat! We greet, too, the boarders in boarding houses on 25 December, the duennas in Central Park in fair weather and foul, and young lovers who got nothing in the mail. Merry Christmas to people who plant trees in city streets; merry Christmas to people who save prairie chickens from extinction! Greetings of a purely mechanical sort to machines that think--plus a sprig of artificial holly. Joyous Yule to Cadillac owners whose conduct is unworthy of their car! Merry Christmas to the defeated, the forgotten, the inept; joy to all dandiprats and bunglers! We send, most particularly and most hopefully, our greetings and our prayers to soldiers and guardsmen on land and sea and in the air--the young men doing the hardest things at the hardest time of life. To all such, Merry Christmas, blessings, and good luck! We greet the Secretaries-designate, the President-elect; Merry Christmas to our new leaders, peace on earth, good will, and good management! Merry Christmas to couples unhappy in doorways! Merry Christmas to all who think they are in love but aren't sure! Greetings to people waiting for trains that will take them in the wrong direction, to people doing up a bundle and the string is too short, to children with sleds and no snow! We greet ministers who can't think of a moral, gagmen who can't think of a joke. Greetings, too, to the inhabitants of other planets; see you soon! And last, we greet all skaters on small natural ponds at the edge of woods toward the end of afternoon. Merry Christmas, skaters! Ring, steel! Grow red, sky! Die down, wind! Merry Christmas to all and to all a good morrow!" 
 --E.B. White, 12/20/52




Saturday, December 3, 2022

Butterflies

 




Vladimir Nabokov obsessed over butterflies since he was a boy.  The author of Lolita, Pale Fire, and Ada loved and admired butterflies to the point of becoming a serious lepidopterist donating collections to the American Museum of Natural History in New York and publishing in reputable scientific journals.  He even discovered a few new species.

Below are some of his drawings and notes from field expeditions (among his favorite places to go collecting was the Dallas-Ft. Worth area in Texas, where I'm originally from).





















In ancient Mesoamerica and the Andes, butterflies were associated with war and royalty.  Butterflies were the souls of warriors killed in battle, of women who died in childbirth, and of those sacrificed to the gods.  Their patterned wings were the splendid raiment of heroes who died in battle, of the self-sacrifice of martyrs, and the glory of rulers and the gods themselves.

Below are a series of elaborate incense braziers from ancient Teotihuacan showing gods and warriors wearing all kinds of animal motifs including butterflies.



A very elaborate incense burner from Teotihuacan filled with butterfly motifs starting with the nose ornament worn by a god in the very center.







Another incense burner with a god wearing a butterfly nose ornament, but other raiments recalling butterfly wings.







A magnificent head of an elderly god is all that survives of one incense burner.  Projecting from his crown is a motif based on the curled proboscis mouth of a butterfly.







Another incense burner full of stylized butterflies.





A Moche gold nose ornament from Bolivia in the form of a butterfly, something worn only by a local ruler.





In the long traditions of painting in the Far East beginning with China and spreading to Korea and Japan is a genre known as Bird and Flower painting.  The great cosmic forces that ordered and drove life and all its processes manifest themselves in the small and particular in this genre, including butterflies.

Below is a painting of butterflies with details by a Korean painter Moran Hojeopdo from the 15th century.
















In Moran Hojeopdo's painting and in a lot of other Far Eastern painting, there is a very sensitive observation of butterflies and other creatures being themselves, doing what they do in the state of nature.


Another artist who made a career of painting butterflies based on close observation of both their speciation and their habits was the 18th century Japanese painter Maruyama Okyo.






A painting by Maruyama Okyo of a hundred butterflies from the 18th century in the style and materials of Chinese traditional painting (ink and colors on raw silk) that incorporates a reliance on observation that may be partly a Western import and partly Maruyama Okyo's own inclinations.




A detail from the Hundred Butterflies painting.



Below are pages from Maruyama Okyo's sketchbooks apparently made from living and dead butterflies 
This kind of close attention to species and structure was very original in Japan.  While popular with the public, traditionalist critics scorned his work for relying more on direct observation and less on guidance from esteemed past masters.

















The West mostly saw butterflies as flying flowers and included them in the delightful marginalia of book ornamentation from the late Middle Ages to well into the 16th century.











The splendid red admiral butterfly in Pisanello's portrait of a young princess may be a personal emblem and/or it may be an emblem of the soul.  There are a lot of cultures and religious traditions that associate butterflies with death and resurrection.








This painting from the early 16th century by Benedetto Coda shows the infant John the Baptist guiding a butterfly to the Madonna and Child above, a religious symbol for the soul.











In the Low Countries of the Reformation for both Protestants and Catholics, butterflies became associated with decay and the vain things of the world of the flesh as in the anonymous memento more painting above.

Dutch flower paintings are almost always thinly veiled memento mori paintings since in the 17th century, nothing could be enjoyed without a moral lesson.
Among the best of them all, and filled with butterflies, is this painting by Jan Davidz de Heem, a Dutch artist who converted to Catholicism.
Here is his painting in the National Gallery of Art in Washington DC with selected details.













Symbols of vanity and decay or not, these are beautifully painted butterflies probably accurate enough to satisfy the most demanding lepidopterist.















More emblems of decay at the bottom of the painting, a spider, a lizard, and a snail with decaying vegetation.








Despite the vanitas moralizing still lives, the Dutch began to look at -- and collect -- the manifold small wonders of nature for their own sakes, especially butterflies.  Some artists such as Jan van Kessel specialized in a kind of collectibles picture that showed butterflies, insects, and plants together not in a floral still life, but as they might appear in a collector's display cabinet/






An artist who took the bug collection back to the garden and turned it loose was the eccentric Dutch artist Otto Marseus van Schrieck.  Marseus van Schrieck brought these collectibles to life in his paintings, trying to recreate something of their natural habitat.  Sometimes he set them in scenes of struggle that anticipate 19th century artists from Antoine-Louis Barye to John James Audubon.











William Blake restored to butterflies something of their symbolic meaning just when scientists started describing them as living animals.  Not only did butterflies symbolize the soul for Blake, but also spiritual transformation.




Probably no one integrated the unique metamorphosis of the life cycle of butterflies with the idea of spiritual metamorphosis more magnificently that Blake did in his title page for his long poem Jerusalem. 




My Butterfly Paintings

For me, butterflies are like all other beautiful things in nature, they are part of the pleasure of being alive.  They are good and lovely living things in themselves before they are anything else.
Lately however, butterflies for me take on associations of loss and dread.   Butterflies are scarce now in New York City.  Solitary monarch butterflies flitting down streets or even avenues full of traffic on their way to Mexico were part of New York in the fall.  I saw one for the first time in years on my way to work in the Bronx.  City parks were once great places to spot butterflies, but now they are very rare, even in parks planted with butterfly-friendly gardens.
I've started a third butterfly painting about a vivid experience I had as a small child of a Spring afternoon in Dallas in about 1962 or 1963 with a swarm of butterflies of all different kinds in our backyard.  I remember looking at them with my mother who carried a small Golden guidebook trying to identify them all.  I remember some of the species there, but not all of them.
And now, the butterflies are gone, the house and its yard are gone, my mother is gone, and the whole neighborhood where this took place is gone, leveled to make way for an immense new business school with a new parking lot for Southern Methodist University which always owned most of the land under that neighborhood.
I sometimes fear that butterflies may disappear forever, part of the irrational dread I carry around that somehow I'm watching the whole world die in front of me.  That may be a legacy of the pandemic.

I began the first butterfly painting in Bluffton, South Carolina soon after the deaths of two old and close friends who died just eight days apart.  I made a second one in New York during the pandemic shutdown shortly before my mother died.  And now I'm making a third painting after the pandemic has receded if not quite ended, and a year after my mother's death.


The first butterfly painting.
It now sits in a mini-warehouse somewhere in the Miami area and may never see the light of day again.


The first one that I made while living briefly in Bluffton, South Carolina in 2018.




This is not quite a butterfly painting.  It has a few flitting around the background, but its star is an Io moth in the foreground.  A friend bought this and it now hangs in her bedroom in San Francisco.


Maybe not exactly a butterfly painting, but close enough.  This one is from 2019 and now belongs to my friend Tina in San Francisco.



This is the second butterfly painting that I made during the lockdown on 3 canvas panels.



This painting was the first to feature something like the old neighborhood on Fondren that would be completely destroyed in 2022.








This is the third butterfly painting that I am currently working on.  It is not finished.  This is how it looked on December 3, 2022.







Sunday, September 25, 2022

Utopia/Dystopia

 Blade Runner (1982)




When Blade Runner first came out in 1982, it promptly flopped commercially.  The kids at the suburban cineplex (who still are the bread and butter of Hollywood) were bored with it.  No light saber duels, no cool monsters, no whizzing spaceships all over the screen, just a lot of atmospheric anxious dread.  It was only years later that the public began taking a second look at the movie, mostly the older public.  The critics soon followed and began revising their previously tepid reviews of the movie. For a long time the movie had a kind of cult following, and now is generally reckoned among the great classics of science fiction.
I was around in 1982 and vaguely remember when it came out, but I didn't see it until maybe the 1990s.  I've seen it many times since.  I think it's one of the most lushly beautiful science fiction movies ever made.  I love the atmosphere, the constantly shifting light, the use of color, and I especially love that glamorously dying dark Los Angeles of an imagined 2019.  Blade Runner made me think a lot not of Los Angeles, but New York of the early 1990s where I found myself when I first saw it.  It looked so much like an even more glamorous version of already glamorously decadent New York just before the big waves of gentrification hit Manhattan and later Brooklyn.  That movie still influences the way I see New York and the way I paint it. I think of a phrase from Hannah Arendt, "... the cruel splendor of a new age."

The movie came out right at the dawn of four decades of reactionary politics determined to roll back the Civil Rights Movement and the social and cultural transformations that came out of the decade of the Vietnam War.  That long reaction also tried to destroy the legacy of the New Deal.  A culture of expectation became a culture of nostalgia, and stayed there for forty years (though those processes of social and cultural transformation continued sometimes underground, and sometimes joined with technological transformation).  Blade Runner is neither hopeful nor nostalgic.  It anticipated the fulfillment of the grim social Darwinist ideology of Supply Side Economics.  It envisioned a world thoroughly despoiled by profit driven exploitation so badly that people were encouraged to emigrate to the "off world" colonies.  Immense powerful corporations like Tyrell eclipsed what little was left of the public realm, of government and the rule of law.  In this hyper-monopolistic commercial world slavery makes a comeback in the form of manufactured people with superior strength and abilities with a fail-safe lifespan of only 4 years.  Four of those slaves rebel and return to earth hoping to force their creator Tyrell and his corporation into lengthening their lifespans. 
Blade Runner is a dark vision of the world coming into being in 1982, a vision of what might happen, a dystopia.  I sometimes think of dystopias as utopias exposed to light and air.  The dominant ideology of the beginning of the 1980s was utopian though it was not a generous utopia like Thomas More's original story of that name.  It was a Valhalla of the winners with its hard cruel visionaries like Ayn Rand.  That utopia of the winners of capitalism would come at the price of creating a hell, a dystopia for everyone else.  Blade Runner was a vision of that hell. 
































Blade Runner 2049 (2017)





The sequel to Blade Runner that came out in 2017 suffered a fate similar to that of the original movie.  Critics were divided over it.  The Blade Runner cultists faulted it for not being perfectly faithful to the original.  And the public was largely indifferent to it.  It was a box office fizzle.
I liked it better than the critics did.  Its vision of Los Angeles in 2049 doesn't have the glamour or sex appeal of the 1982 movie, but I don't think that's a problem.  The 2017 sequel is much more thoroughly a dystopia, and an even grimmer and more frightening one at that.  Los Angeles in 2049 is literally darker than the city of the 1982 movie.  Most of the city is crowded housing in the dark from short supplies of electrical power with lights confined to major thoroughfares.  As far as I'm concerned, that's as it should be.  Dystopias are visions of hell.  Hell is supposed to terrify, not allure.  The sequel is true to the visionary and atmospheric qualities of the 1982 movie in spades.  I think the sequel is every bit as beautiful, if darker and more menacing, as the first Blade Runner movie.  It uses the same atmosphere and shifting light to much more foreboding effect.  The use of color is even more beautiful here than in the 1982 movie.































Fritz Lang, Metropolis (1927)





Fritz Lang's Metropolis is the first great dystopian cityscape in the movies.  It is the great grandfather of the Blade Runner movies and all movies like them.  Metropolis was a huge hit across Europe and eventually globally.  Even so, the expense of making the movie was so great that it bankrupted Ufa, its producer and distributor.
New York inspired the creation of Metropolis.  Lang and his then wife Thea von Harbou came up with the idea for the movie and the story while visiting New York City in 1924 and seeing its soaring skyscrapers and sprawling city streets.

Metropolis remains controversial almost a century later because of its politics.  It was politics that drove Fritz Lang and Thea von Harbou apart and caused Lang to ultimately disown this movie in later life.
Lang and some of the other actors in the movie such as Gustav Fröhlich and Brigitte Helm opposed the Nazis emerging as major political players in 1927.  All of them would eventually refuse to work for Hitler and leave Germany.  Others such as Heinrich George remained in Germany and worked willingly for the Nazi regime.  Thea von Harbou enthusiastically supported the Nazis from the beginning.  Lang divorced her because of her political loyalties.  The Nazis loved the movie (to Lang's chagrin).  They loved the idea of a messianic leader bringing classes together for the sake of a larger national identity.  That was the theme of a lot of von Harbou's writing before and after Metropolis.
Metropolis had its right wing critics who saw the movie as latently communist for its overt sympathies with the workers.  Left wing critics hated the movie for showing the workers as easily manipulated crazed witch-hunting savages goaded into a self-destructive rebellion by an agent of their employer.
Most other critics such as HG Wells found the movie's plot ridiculously naive and simplistic.

What people then and now loved about the movie was the Metropolis itself, the first great dystopian spectacle in the movies that would have such a long influence on later films.  Lang imagined a vast out of scale city as a giant money-making machine benefitting a small favored elite at the expense of a vast exploited proletariat that lived underground.  It's a busy city full of traffic, cars, busses, trains, and even planes buzzing constantly through the vast canyons of the city (certainly inspired by the urban canyons Lang saw in New York in 1924).  The Metropolis is a thrilling spectacle, especially at night lit up by the still new technology of electric lighting.  It's the fulfillment of the city as chaotic spectacle foretold by the Italian Futurists a couple of decades earlier.  It's Futurist architecture that so far existed only on paper brought to life.
























Hugh Ferriss, The Metropolis of Tomorrow, 1929





What began for architectural illustrator Hugh Ferriss as a hypothetical project looking at the promises and perils of the New York City 1916 building code mandating stepped back buildings to allow light and air to the street level eventually evolved into a much bigger project imagining a future New York City.  Ferris created a series of fantastic imaginary prospects of the Art Deco architecture of his day that was already vast in scale taken to even more extreme scale.  In doing so, the tone and mood of the whole project changed from a sunny chamber-of-commerce optimism to a kind of unaccountable gloom and dread.  For these drawings Ferriss chose a very unusual medium for architectural drawings, conte crayon.  Conte crayon is for large and rich plays of light and dark.  A fine conte drawing conveys atmosphere.  It does not do well in the fine detailing usually required for architectural rendering.   Ferriss used conte crayon for precisely that purpose, to create atmosphere and mood for his imaginary cityscapes.  
The exact time of day is never quite clear in his drawings, nor is it even clear that we are looking at daylight.  There is a perpetual twilight of descending gloom in Ferriss' work.  
Ferriss' melancholy and anxious Metropolis of Tomorrow calls to my mind the great photographers of New York of the 1930s and 40s, such as Berenice Abbott, Andreas Feininger, Samuel Gottscho, and Irving Browning.  Their dramatic photos of the city convey a similar inexplicable dread in their strong contrasts of light and dark, that there is something exhilarating and vaguely monstrous about vast city they photographed.  So too in these visions by Ferriss.  




















Antonio Sant' Elia, Futurist City, 1912 - 1914




Antonio Sant 'Elia built very little in his very short career as an architect.  He died in 1916 at age 28 on a battlefield in the First World War.  We remember him best today for a series of drawings he made from about 1912 to 1914 of imaginary buildings of the future.  Sant 'Elia was closely involved with the Futurist movement in Italy that formed around the poet Filippo Marinetti.  Like other Futurists, Sant' Elia wanted to make a clean break with the past.  The Futurists felt the heavy weight of a long history that hangs over Italy, a very ancient country.  Marinetti wrote of flooding the museums to break free from what they felt was the oppression of the past.  Churches, palaces, and civic buildings are conspicuously absent in Sant' Elia's imaginary cities.  Most of the buildings in his cities are involved with transportation from railroad stations to airports that didn't quite yet exist, but he imagined them.  Sometimes Sant' Elia designed utilities such as power plants and water works.
Modern design that radically imagined a whole new technological future began in two countries heavily weighted by the heritage of an ancient past, Italy and Russia.  Both countries were the first to take what was implied in Cubist painting and sculpture and apply them to everything from graphic design to architecture.  Sant Elia's buildings in particular still look remarkably forward-looking for the eve of World War I.   Sant' Elia's first big influence was on science fiction illustration in the first half of the 20th century.  Sant' Elia intended his designs to be hopeful, greeting the dawn of a new era freed from the prejudices of the past.  A lot of feeling comes through in his work, especially wonder and excitement over a future he would not live to see.  That perhaps is what the science fiction illustrators responded to.
Like the creations of the first generations of Russian modernists, these drawings for all their rationalist empirical pretensions are deeply emotional, romantic imaginings of a much hoped for future.


















Piranesi, Carceri d'Invenzione, 2nd edition, 1761 -1768




The Prisons of Giovanni Battista Piranesi are perhaps the first visions of dystopia, that mixture of dread and exhilaration at an imaginary future at the heart of so much modern science fiction.  While Piranesi called these entirely imaginary prospects "prisons," they don't look much like prisons except for occasional chained prisoner here and there.  It's hard to say what they look like, but they have that strange mix of grandeur and disorientation that's in the best imaginary dystopias in literature and movies.

These prints are from a category of art at the time called "caprices," fantasies created by the artist.  A lot of artists made these caprices, even Canaletto.  Goya turned the artist's caprice into biting satire and frightening irrational visions of chaos and death.  Piranesi devoted much of his life to archaeology in the service of architecture and design.  He opposed Johann Joachim Winckelmann's sunny romantic imaginings of ancient Greece with the gritty realism of Rome, an ancient world that remained firmly in the past as Piranesi saw it.  Piranesi saw the vast brooding monuments of ancient Rome as challenges for the emerging modern world.  
Piranesi with Goya was among the first to imagine the perils of emerging modernity.  Among those perils was a disintegrating sense of self confronted with a much larger and more impersonal environment.  Complicated perspectives cross paths before us and seem to go nowhere.  For all the carefully and rationally constructed perspectives in these prints, nothing is clear.  There is no one path over others.  There's nothing to clarify our sense of where we are and where we want to go.  It's that sense of being lost, marooned in some vast and cold disorienting landscape that first appears in Piranesi's Carceri prints, and still speaks deeply to us.



















Building Real Dystopias


It's hard to walk through just about any of the major cities of the earth and not think of everything from Blade Runner to Piranesi's Carceri.   The vast impersonal forces of economics, local and global, shape modern cities and fulfill the darkest and most alienating fantasies conjured by artists for over two and a half centuries.



China



Rem Koolhaas' CCTV building in Beizhing.


No one builds vast frightening dystopian architecture quite like the Chinese.





The CCTV Tower and neighborhood in Beijing







The new city center of Beijing








Beijing Airport






A new annex to the National Library in Beijing




Even more terrifyingly dystopian are Chinese housing blocks.















Dubai






Dubai, the biggest and grandest of all dystopian cities, the unofficial capital of the international plutocracy and the preferred haven from taxation and extradition for the world's most astonishingly wealthy.  It's a huge city seemingly sprung up out of empty desert overnight.  It's home to the world's tallest building, and to other construction projects so vast they can be seen from space.
Dubai is a city of amazing splendor and incredible luxury sustained by a vast army of semi-slave labor.




































Ashgabat





If Vladimir Putin ever gets to build a new capital city and name it Putingrad, or Donald Trump succeeds in making himself President for Life of America and wants to build his own new capital of Trump City, both of those projects would almost certainly look like Ashgabat.  
Ashgabat is the new capital of Turkmenistan, built like Dubai in the middle of empty desert.  Turkmenistan's late dictator Saparmurat Niyazov built this mostly uninhabited new city as his own Xanadu, shaped by his self conception as a kind of political messiah, a nationalist demigod ruling over his isolated and impoverished country.  
All of Ashgabat's monuments for all their size and splendor ultimately look like bowling trophies.