Our Men in Havana: Walker Evans and Alexey Titarenko

Seventy years separate the American photographer Walker Evans’ images of Cuba from those of the Russian photographer Alexey Titarenko. When Evans went to Havana in 1933 it was on assignment by publisher J.B. Lippincott to provide illustrations for Carleton Beals’ political exposé of the corrupt Machado regime, The Crime of Cuba. Beals was a highly regarded essayist who had written for many left-leaning magazines such as The Nation, The New Republic, and Harper’s. During a more than fifty-year writing career he published more than forty books.

When Alexey Titarenko in 2003 made the first of his two trips to Havana, it was a personal photographic journey into the ethos of a city that, like his native St. Petersburg, bore the scars of its revolution in the hearts and minds of its people, but also in the very foundations of its once beautiful architecture. Continue reading ‘Our Men in Havana: Walker Evans and Alexey Titarenko’

David Smith: Cubes and Anarchy at LACMA

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David Smith with Uppman Cigar, photo by Dan Budnick.

The scudding clouds across the Los Angeles Basin on Sunday morning of Memorial Day weekend seemed to bode rain. The walkways and lawns around the County Museum of Art were damp when I arrived to see the David Smith sculpture exhibition “Cubes and Anarchy” at the new Resnick Pavilion. Hundreds of people were already in queues. They were there not to see the work of America’s greatest sculptor, but were spilling into adjacent galleries to delve into Tim Burton’s elaborate fantasies. Skirting the line, I aimed straight for the doors to the main gallery toward several Smith stainless steel Cubis, implacable attendants facing the throng headed toward the Burton cavalcade.

Two Cubis at LACMA.

Those colorfully costumed, tattooed Burton pilgrims snaked left into the dark bowels of the inner galleries as the Smith Cubis stood mute, silver sentinels under the skylights.

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The Lost Painting: A Caravaggio Found

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When cinematographers talk about their craft, many are keen to reference paintings as a window into their work. Some of them cite specific artists: Rembrandt (Gordon Willis), Georges de la Tour (Nestor Almendros), Edward Hopper (Laszlo Kovacs), Vittore Carpaccio (Vittorio Storaro)—- of course, Vermeer for all of them. However, no painter has so universally been a lodestone for cinematographers as the early 17th century Italian, Michelangelo Merissi, born in Milan, but whose early childhood was spent in the Lombardy town that is the source of his name—Caravaggio.

Chalk portrait of Caravaggio, c. 1621 by Ottavio Leoni. Musee Jacquemart Andre

For art historians as well as for the general public, the dramatic details of Caravaggio’s life command center stage. Shakespeare himself could not have created a more compellingly complex character: part devil—prey to street fights and sordid sexual encounters; part angel—a master of deeply emotive characters and religious ecstasy captured in dramas on painted canvas.

Caravaggio apprenticed in and came out of a Lombardian tradition of naturalistic painting that was as distant in style as it was in geography from the Mannerist conceits that had prevailed in Roman and Vatican ecclesiastical painting since the Renaissance. The reforms of the Council of Trent, held from 1545 to 1563, offered a ready forum for artists who could paint in this newly realistic vein; the Counter Reformation of the Catholic Church sought art and music that was more accessible to the faithful. Caravaggio was the right man for the right time. He painted from life models, not idealized fantasies—often-street urchins, rent boys and prostitutes. Several times, he became mired in controversy when a model for a saint or the Madonna was recognized by sponsoring bishops or cardinals to be a known courtesan. Some commissions were initially rejected and changes were ordered because of his warts and all rendering of models, including martyrdoms of saints with filthy feet, scars and body blemishes. A Madonna was painted for a small altar in St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome. It stayed there for only two days. A cardinal’s secretary (according to a Wikipedia entry) wrote:

In this painting there are but vulgarity, sacrilege, impiousness and disgust. . . One would say that it is a work made by a painter that can paint well, but of a dark spirit, and who had been for a lot of time far from God, from His adoration, and from any good thought.

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At AMPAS: Cinematography in The Digital Age

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The one thousand-seat Goldwyn Theater of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences was near capacity the evening of May 24 for an event hosted by Academy Governor Bill Kroyer. The program featured cinematographers and other filmmakers examining the evolving role of cinematography as the motion picture industry burrows deeper into the digital age.

“Class photo”: l to r: Rob Hummel, Bill Kroyer, John Bailey, Adrian Seery, Chris Sanders, Guillermo Navarro, Dean Semler, Dean DeBlois photo by Greg Harbaugh (c) A.M.P.A.S.

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Joseph Nicéphore Niépce: The World’s First Photograph

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He took his middle name from the ninth century Patriarch of Constantinople. He and his brother, Claude, invented the world’s first combustion engine, receiving a patent from Napoleon Bonaparte in July of 1807. A lunar crater is named after him. He was an independently wealthy farmer who raised a plebian crop of sugar beets. He coined the term velocipede for a wheeled cycle he engineered.  But, most significantly, he made the world’s first photograph—in September of 1826, more than a decade before L.J. Daguerre presented his monotype, silver iodide coated, copper plate process to the public, and also before Henry Fox-Talbot’s paper negative process, the Calotype. Both Daguerre and Fox-Talbot are generally credited as co-inventors of photography. But it was theFrench ex-Army officer and civil administrator from Saône-et-Loire who photographed the first non-fugitive image from nature. It was a view from the second floor studio window of his family estate at Saint-Loup-de-Varennes, Le Gras. The highly reflective pewter plate made for challenging viewing.

The original bitumen coated pewter plate of “View from the Window at Le Gras.”

The imaging process is described on an “overview” page on the Harry Ransom Center website at the University of Texas, Austin.

Niépce set up a camera obscura, placed within it a polished pewter plate coated with bitumen of Judea (an asphalt derivative of petroleum), and uncapped the lens. After at least a day-long exposure of eight hours [you can track the sun’s movement on two opposed walls], the plate was removed and the latent image of the view from the window was rendered visible by washing it with a mixture of oil of lavender and white petroleum [turpentine] which dissolved away the parts of the bitumen which had not been hardened by light. The result was the permanent direct positive picture—a one-of-a-kind photograph on pewter. It renders a view of the outbuildings, courtyard, trees and landscape as seen from that upstairs window.

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The Met’s Mourners Visit Los Angeles

The Medieval hall of the Metropolitan Museum.

John’s note: This essay is an update of the one posted a year ago May when “The Mourners” were on view at the Met in NYC. I wrote then that they would be coming to Los Angeles— and now they are here. These diminutive figures appeared at LACMA on May 6 in the “Art of the Americas” bldg. You can visit them in a near eye-level installation on four plinths, lit  by dramatic spots in a dark grey gallery, until mid July.  Don’t miss them; they will never travel on pilgrimage from their Dijon home again. LACMA’s intimate space far exceeds that of the Met.

These sensuous alabaster figures are intriguing contrasts to the welded steel icons of sculptor David Smith, also on view at LACMA in the new Resnick Pavilion. This landmark Smith show will be the subject of an upcoming essay.

As you walk into the great medieval hall of the Metropolitan Museum, you are transported back across centuries into the soaring space of a Gothic cathedral. The long central nave is broken only at the east end by the fifty-foot choir screen (Reja) of the Spanish Valladolid Cathedral, its central monstrance nearly scratching the vaulted ceiling. Colorful heraldic banners hang above the arches, dazzling the eyes.

The choir screen of Valladolid Cathedral.

The walls along the aisles feature allegorical tapestries and life sized wood and stone statuary of Christ and the saints.

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Eddie Martinez: “A Painter”

“Defeater”

One admirer calls him “the bastard child of Philip Guston” (the maverick artist who see-sawed between figuration and abstraction, and whose late paintings featured R. Crumb style shoes and buffoon hooded KKK figures riding around in hot rods.) Martinez embraces a long tradition that uses pop images as cultural tropes; he is in an equally long tradition of artists who bathe their work in deep, richly textured paint: concisely put, “A Painter.”

There’s an art scene blogger who is moved by Martinez’ numerous portraits of paired siblings and other child innocents.

One critic “reads” Martinez’ work by digging into the very paint itself:

The artist uses the mutability of his medium to add and subtract layers of paint and to create constant movement across the canvas. His bold and sometimes aggressive approach to the imagery gives the work a fresh and raw quality. The longer the viewer studies the painting, the more recognizable the plethora of cultural references become.

And a friend of Martinez refers to his thick, wide-brush textures and riot of colors, calling him “an impasto painter extraordinaire.”

Martinez' studio floor.

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Robert Bresson: Notes on the Cinematographer

Robert Bresson

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In a career that spanned over forty years, Robert Bresson directed only thirteen feature films—plus a single short: not a large body of work for a man who ranks high in the critics’ pantheon of cinema gods. Bresson never had a major box office success; after his second feature, he ceased working with professional actors entirely. He died in 1999 at the age of 98 after more than fifteen years of frustration trying to find funding for a film based on the Book of Genesis. Those may be the closed parentheses of what can be read as a circumscribed career; but the films themselves redefine the very essence of cinema for every generation that gets mired down or lost in the persiflage of mere technical innovation. Bresson’s films are stripped bare, reductive, proving time and again that a film is (as he says) nothing more than a visual dialogue between the camera and an expressive human face.

The intimate screens of the Film Forum in New York City are perfect host to his human-scale films. It recently ran a new 35mm print of Bresson’s third feature, his first one made with “non-actors,” shot in his hallmark style of long takes and with a reduced shot grammar: the 1951 Diary of a Country Priest, adapted from a novel by Georges Bernanos.

Posted reviews at Film Forum.

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Bergman on Fårö: A Testament—Part Two

Bergman, photo by Irving Penn.

When Ingmar Bergman decided in 1967 to build a house on remote Fårö Island, he cast his fate with the nets of the local fishermen. Whether he was seeking a part-time refuge from the roiling world of cinema and the Royal Dramatic Theater, or whether he understood how much his own life soon would become intertwined with the local people, is still grist for speculation. What is clear in the two feature length documentaries that he made about the island’s residents is how deeply he admired their tenacious struggle to prosper in a challenging climate. In 1967, and again a decade later in 1979, he produced Fårö Documents, two closely observed feature length films about their work and lives. Much like Michael Apted’s ongoing Up series, Bergman planned to track the life journey of Fårö’s people every ten years—but a planned third film was never made.

Michael Koresky wrote of the stylistic simplicity and integrity of Bergman’s portraits by the filmmaker’s

surveying spaces with a lack of overt editorializing, letting the people speak for themselves or, more frequently, just go about their business, which Bergman captures with an intense focus—farmers slaughtering pigs in harrowing real time; neighbors working together to thatch a roof; and, in my favorite moment, a lonely fisherman cleaning, cooking, and eating his freshly caught dinner: simple, effortless, wordless.

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Tim Hetherington and Chris Hondros: Two of Ten

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Last Wednesday, according to doctors at Hikma hospital in the beleaguered Libyan port city of Misrata, 10 people were killed in the fighting; 120 others were injured. One of the dead was a Ukrainian doctor; two of the others were the photojournalists Tim Hetherington and Chris Hondros. Two of their colleagues, Guy Martin and Michael Christopher Brown also were injured. According to a Washington Post story, they were with a group of rebels in an intense firefight:

“I told them not to gather,” one rebel outside the tent recalled advising the photographers about the dangers of sticking too close together. “They hit groups. I told them not to [stick together].”

Initial reports were that the four had been struck in a mortar attack, an arbitrary target. Later, it was corrected; they had been pin-pointed by a rocket-propelled grenade.

Tim Hetherington (Dec. 5, 1970-April 20, 2011).

Chris Hondros (Mar. 14,1970-April 20,2011).

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