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Showing posts with label Smithsonian Institution. Show all posts

Sunday, November 24, 2013

American dance history in photos: Smithsonian's "Dancing the Dream"

open now through July 13, 2014
Dancing the Dream tells the stories of performers, choreographers, and impresarios who harnessed America’s diversity and dynamism into dance styles that defined the national experience: dance was American culture in motion. From the era of live performance to today’s media age, dance’s “singular sensations” have riveted our attention—iconic figures with signature styles that leap into the starscape and strike us with wonder.
Admission: Free

Learn more here.
Visitors info here.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Seeing. Not hiding.

HIDE/SEEK: Difference and Desire in American Portraiture--which sparked homophobic backlash and a lamentable act of self-censorship when it opened at the Smithsonian's National Portrait Gallery last fall--has come to the Brooklyn Museum for a run through February 12, 2012.



Cass Bird
 I Look Just Like My Daddy, 2004
© Cass Bird


A survey of around one hundred works ranging from the late 19th Century to the contemporary era, the National Portrait Gallery's exhibition marked the first acknowledgement by a major museum of the significance of gender and sexual identity in the shaping of American portraiture. Co-curated by NPG historian David C. Ward and Jonathan D. Katz, director of the public program in visual studies at SUNY Buffalo, HIDE/SEEK's historic achievement was temporarily obscured by uproar over the inclusion of an unfinished video project by the late gay artist and AIDS activist David Wojnarowicz. That video, A Fire in My Belly, is a furious cry for a world of ignored, unrelieved suffering. Its montage of images includes ants streaming over the body of Jesus on a plastic crucifix. That drew the wrath of the self-anointed Catholic League and a slew of right-wing politicians and pundits. The gallery quickly caved, withdrawing the video from the exhibition--a move stirring controversy of a different sort.

[For a good rundown of all of this, see the New York Times' Holland Carter here and WNYC's Carolina A. Miranda here.]

The Brooklyn Museum's subsequent action (taken in collaboration with the Tacoma Art Museum, which will host HIDE/SEEK from March 17 through June 10, 2012) greatly extends the reach of this show. So, thank you, homophobes, for making it possible for so many more people to see A Fire in My Belly--now back where it belongs--and the rest of this important art!








AA Bronson
Felix, June 5, 1994, 1994 (printed 1999)
©AA Bronson, courtesy Esther Schipper Gallery, Berlin

I can't show you the Berenice Abbott photo of writer Djuna Barnes--I've represented Abbott, below, by her intriguing portrait of journalist Janet Flanner who called herself Genêt--but I can tell you that the Barnes portrait and the AA Bronson work above are my two favorite pieces in HIDE/SEEK.

I love the the Barnes portrait for its nearly 3D radiance that places the woman in question in the room with us today. Abbott poses Barnes within layers and tones of sumptuous theatrical camouflage--the snugly-embracing dark overcoat, the rich tweed jacket, crisp white shirt, strands of pearls, a gleaming wrap of fabric dipping low over almond-shaped eyes with a commanding audacity to them, a frankness that escapes all embellishment or disguise. 

Bronson's Felix, June 5, 1994, is the polar opposite, the deathbed portrait of his friend and colleague from the Canadian art collective General Idea. Felix Partz died of AIDS on the date in that title. Bronson wrote:
I made this photograph of Felix a few hours after his death. He is arranged to receive visitors, and his favorite objects are gathered about him: his television remote control, his tape-recorder, and his cigarettes. Felix suffered from extreme wasting, and at the time of his death his eyes could not be closed: there was not enough flesh left on the bone.
With Felix, June 5, 1994, Bronson also documents an elaborate surface that, nevertheless, cannot distract us from the eyes of his subject. Like Djuna Barnes, Felix Partz emerges out of his busy context to look right at us and will be looking at us that way forever.



Berenice Abbott
Janet Flanner, 1927
© Berenice Abbott/Commerce Graphics, New York

HIDE/SEEK: Difference and Desire in American Portraiture

now through February 12, 2012

Brooklyn Museum
200 Eastern Parkway

For exhibition and public program information, click here.
For general visitor information, including travel directions, click here.

Monday, July 4, 2011

Enjoy your holiday!

from Liberty State Park (c)2010, Eva Yaa Asantewaa
Hey, InfiniteBody friends all over the USA! Happy 4th of July! 

But if you're not really feeling those Sousa marches, try this.

Monday, December 20, 2010

Gay USA interviews Hide/Seek co-curator

Gay USA 12.14.10

Gay USA hosts Andy Humm and Ann Northrop interview Hide/Seek co-curator Jonathan D. Katz about the National Portrait Gallery exhibition and rightwing censorship.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

NPG curators discuss censorship

Curators Criticize Controversial Art’s Removal
by Kate Taylor, The New York Times, December 15, 2010

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Afflict the comfortable




Fire in My Belly (1987) by David Wojnarowicz (music: Diamanda Galas)

On World AIDS Day, this video was censored:

by David Itzkoff, The New York Times, December 1, 2010

Re-post this video on your blog, on your Facebook profile page, to Twitter and anywhere else you choose. Stand up for art and artists!

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Saving the art of Haiti

Cultural Rescue
Public and private U.S. sources unite to help Haiti's art community recover from the earthquake
by Stevenson Swanson, ARTnews, September 2010

Friday, August 21, 2009

Tagaq rocks

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Tanya Tagaq is an Inuit born in Nunavat, the extreme Northern Canadian territory she describes as "little islands at the top of the map." She is also one of the most famous throat singers in the world, having collaborated with Björk and the Kronos Quartet. Barefoot, bare-shouldered, and barely wearing a black satin dress that looked like huge interlocking fish scales, this sassy ocean goddess of formidable weather and her accompanying musicians performed for one hour, last evening, at the National Museum of the American Indian's Diker Pavilion--a space the oft-controversial singer, loathe to censor herself, could not resist calling "sterile." She also opined--twice--that New York's current muggy heatwave was hateful, and I really can't disagree with either argument.

Now, one hour doesn't sound like much, but that's only if you don't yet know about Tagaq and were not among the lucky crowd. One hour, in this case, represented two songs. Yeah, I know...but they were lavish, mind-blowing songs, more like sonic shamanic journeys as led by an Inuit Diamanda Galas. Are you scared yet? You ought to be.

Part of what makes Tagaq controversial is how she has taken an Inuit tradition--two women facing each other and performing the primal, sometimes eerie sounds of throat singing--and turned it into a solo virtuoso trance session supported by a range of contemporary music. The other part is how sexual she makes it all. Why, it's more sexual than hard rock because it is specifically, abundantly woman-sexual. Tagaq sources her voice in "the babymaker," as she calls it, and very much within the context of her culture's deep engagement with nature, red in tooth and claw. (Let's not get into her anti-PETA rants. Don't go there.)

She pants, hoots and howls, keens and babbles, turns gruff or flutey, all the while writhing and crouching, one hand splaying and articulating, eyes closed in ecstasy. With her viola player and percussionist keeping a steady, stately din, she throws back her head and simply yells. A promised "sweet little song" might indeed start out that way but quickly morph into something that makes your skull vibrate and try to lift away from your brain.

Song #1 clocked in around 40 minutes. The second--the "sweet little song"--was perhaps 15 minutes. One hour is probably enough Tagaq Therapy. But one more natural wonder awaited me outside the museum--a brilliant sunset over the nearby Hudson. Afterglow?

Learn more about Tanya Tagaq in this excellent interview on Innerviews and check out her Myspace page. And don't miss her next time!

Friday, April 3, 2009

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