19th century painting- Grace Muset

Garden at Sainte-Adresse  – Claude Monet (1867)

      I had never been one to court women. I was your typical bachelor, simply living out my youth up and down the banks of the Seine- testing the fancies of women and shouting at beggars and drunks. There was no stopping me, I was immune to the law and immune to the chains of fidelity spun by females. Of course, I had some extended runs with a few women, but those usually ended as quick as I wooed them into their undergarments. I can say I was happy dilly dallying through the streets of Paris being a carefree soul. Despite this, at 26 years old I knew nothing of maturity or love. When I met Ana I entered a new age in my life. Ana made me see the light at the end of a tunnel clouded by silly pastimes and a reluctance to be a real man.

I had decided I needed a break from the ruckus of Paris. One Thursday evening I packed my bags and set sail Friday morning to Honfleur- a quaint little city in northern France. I was feeling quite miserable due to an excess of alcohol the evening prior and the rocking of the boat was of no comfort either. As I leaned over the rail to relieve the gargling contents of my stomach, I felt a delicate hand run across my forehead. Almost instantly I felt a flow of relief overcome my body. I straightened myself, wiped my mouth and hesitantly greeted the nymph before me.

“Good evening madam, I’d like to thank you for your kindness,” I said as I extended my hand to her. I felt the urge to apologize for my behavior as the circumstance was not an accurate representation of who I was- maybe it was better she didn’t know.

“Oh, it was no problem. I’ve grown accustomed to these displays.” she replied as she looked at me from under the brim of her boater hat and revealed a soft smile.
Her features struck me as no other woman’s ever had. My palms were sweaty and I almost choked up before I found it in myself to reply to her. For the first time in my life I had felt nervous in the presence of a woman.

“May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?” I inquired with a slight bow.

“I’m Ana.” She smiled and walked away.

Ana occupied my mind heavily until the next time we met. I can say it was a situation of circumstance that made me fall in love with her that day. A storm passed over the weekend. A short vacation spent indoors changed directions on a Monday morning when I coincidentally bumped into Ana in a garden at the river bank.

It was a beautiful day, not a cloud above or a speck of humidity in the air. The calm that arrived after the storm coincided so well with the recent happenings of my life. The peacefulness of Honfleur compared to the calamity of Paris exerted a feeling of calm and bliss into my universe. This feeling combined with Ana’s appearance into my life after days of rain made me feel almost in ecstasy. It was a subtle feeling of lightness on my feet, weight off my shoulders, a frenzy in my heart, and a desire to spread my love.

I walked up to Ana from behind, she turned around half stunned and half delighted. As she turned, her hair bounced to fall in front of her gracious features. A whip of her head to the right revealed her eyes to me once more.

“May I?” I asked as I extended my arm to her. Ana linked her left arm through my right and we walked over to the water.

Ana told me about her life, how she grew up without a mother and only a nanny. She was a nurse in a little town outside Versailles and lived a modest life. We sat and conversed back and forth with ease, for hours on end. For the first time, I had viewed a woman as more than an object of my desire. I did not wish for one night- I wished for a weekend in the mountains with her, I wished for hours of sunbathing with her, I wished to bring her breakfast in bed, I wished to raise a child with her. Ana spun the shadows of my mind into vortices of love. I fell down Ana’s precipice of love on that fortuitous Monday morning by the river bank, and never climbed back up.

Stephen Walsh – Letter from Van Gogh

My Dearest Theo,

This letter has hitherto been far too delayed, but such postponement has a reasonable foundation in what I (and, I hope, you) deem to be a bit of bad news. Though I’m sure you’ve heard about it from some source, and though I’m positive a letter of consolation or inquisition is already on its way from you to me, I find it fitting that the words should come from my mouth anyhow — words frightful  and ominous but surely not so surprising: I’ve gone mad.

Please, though, dear brother, do not alarmed. I have taken up residence in a rehabilitative hospital, and while I’m unsure of my complete state of mental health, I do know that it consists of at least a few less dark thoughts, and that this environment is more conducive to stability than my previous dwelling – the dwelling cohabited by the source of this madness, the monster whose name arouses in me sentiments unmatched by Satan himself, the man who single-handedly rendered to an abyss a once-vivacious mind: Paul Gauguin.

Surely, you know of his character. An arrogant, domineering man, he has all but eradicated any previously-held desire to work in harmony with him. But despite his distasteful disposition, I was able to bear him, I was able to put up with him – that is, until one night about a week ago. We were drinking absinthe (a vile liquid I might add) in my den, when he had the nerve to tell me, “Vincent, you might as well give up your art while still young. Your technique and flair is about as primitive as that of a 10 year old.” In a fit of rage I threw my bottle at him, aiming for, but ultimately missing, his inhuman forehead (Oh, Theo, how did I miss such a monstrous dwelling!).

I then proceeded to go to bed, but on the way, I noticed the unsightly mane that had recently made its home on my face, so I went into the bathroom to shave it off. But as I picked up the razor, a disembodied voice whispered to me terrible things – things that rattle my conscience and chill my already-weak bones – which I will not repeat, but rather paraphrase: it told me to use the deadly tool to end my enemy’s life. Thus my body, controlled by some unrestrained, unseen force, carried itself downstairs and outside to the garden, where it found its target hunched over, distracted, and vulnerable. But here a curious thing happened: I was able to gain control of my functions once again, and rather than carry out my possessed body’s original plan, I ran back inside, went once again into my original birthplace of insanity, and cut my ear off. I had to remove the source of the voice that told me to kill Gauguin.

I know I am not well, but I do hope you will soon visit me. Though your face might not make mine as bright as it usually does, I can assure you that it will nevertheless eradicate a few impurities in my soul. You do know how much more I care for you than I do for anyone else in this God-forsaken world.

But no matter what – no matter your face nor my new, “safe” home nor the advances of medicine nor my art nor anything else I once looked upon with joy or contentedness – I  don’t think there is any hope for me. I’ve broken free from my depression before, but this time, I don’t think I’ll be able to escape this prison. Indeed, I’m sorry to say it, but I can’t help but feel like this sadness will last forever.

 

With utmost love, your brother

Vincent Van Gogh

Kristy Timms – Museum of Modern Art

“Exit the Ballets Russes” by Fernand Leger

“Taillade” by Joan Mitchell

Modern and contemporary art has taken shape through the 20th century.  The constraints placed on paintings – such as the necessity for them to be of a scene, landscape, person or circumstance – were erased as a new, modern era of expression entered the artistic world. From this freedom came a form of applying emotions and feelings onto a canvas without distinct explanation or illustration. This led to the emergence of an array of works which have no limitations or boundaries; although different and diverse, these modern pieces have this free theology as their foundation. Fernand Leger’s “Exit the Ballets Russes” and Joan Mitchell’s  “Taillade” depict this period with their vastly different works.

At first glance, the form of “Exit the Ballets Russes” is far more structured and defined in comparison to “Taillade.” The structure comes from the black outlining, and the clear distinction between colors. Because of this form, Leger’s piece would be categorized as Cubism. Whereas in “Taillade” there is no obvious structure, as the colors flow into one another, allowing the colors to overlap one another and join together. The structure of Leger’s piece portrays a mechanical and industrial feel to the work. The machines/objects make the painting look 3D, while looking at the actual paint, there appears to be little texture. “Taillade” lacks definite structure, giving a sense of uncertainty, with the interpretation left solely to the viewer. Even though the painting does not give a 3D effect, the actual paint on the canvas is textural, giving a literal feel to the painting.

The light and negative space used on each canvas is interesting, and either contains or frees the work. Mitchell’s “Taillade” has a more inconspicuous use of negative space, as it is uncertain as to what is canvas or the actual painting. This unperceivable aspect makes the beginning and end of the painting hard to define. It gives the impression that the painting could continue indefinitely. The two panels of which the painting are made up of, continues to establish this concept, as the idea that another can easily be added, seems to make sense. Leger’s “Exit the Ballets Russes” is different in the fact that the negative space is both discernable and intentional. This, along with the clear structure of the work makes the beginning and end of the work to be evident.

The colors of each painting are contrasting. “Exit the Ballets Russes” is composed of mainly primary colors; a prominence of blue, red and yellow. From those colors come the easily definable light green, brick red and black. The colors are clear, divided and specific. This leaves the viewer with an organized pattern, reinstating the distinguished structure. On the other hand the colors used in “Taillade” sweep across the color wheel, with no plainly pronounced colors, but there is rather an interaction between the colors taking place. They are overlapping and flowing into one another. This use of many colors, and their uncertainty rehashes the freedom of the painting, with the interpretation left up to each individual viewer.

The form, light and color used within Modern era paintings are all different. Each artist is left with complete freedom. There are no rules or expectations to be followed, but the canvas is full of endless opportunities. The artists can go in any direction they so desire. Modern Art truly defines the liberty in art through its no boundaries or constraints. Its work is a broad spectrum which has no beginning or end, no limits or rules; but rather the license to do whatever one wants.

Anissa Daimally: MoMA Paintings

Three Musicians by Pablo Picasso

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Empire of Light ii by Rene Magritte

The 20th century art cannot be defined. This is because we live in a world that is constantly changing. Since art usually reflects society, we can expect that art is ever changing as well.  Pablo Picasso and Rene Magritte, two amazing artists from this time period, differ greatly in their styles, even though their respective artwork is only 30 years apart.

The Three Musicians by Pablo Picasso is one of the most famous paintings of the 20th century. Completed in 1921, this painting embodies the Cubist style, specifically the Synthetic Cubist style. Cubism is an art movement that was created by Picasso himself and Georges Braque. In this type of art, artists break down the subjects they are painting into a number of facets, showing several different aspects of one object simultaneously. Synthetic Cubism, the late phase of the Cubism movement, is the use of more decorative geometric shapes, stenciling, collage and brighter colors. Instead of breaking down the subjects, artists created new structures. In Three Musicians, Picasso paints three figures, the Harlequin strumming the guitar, the Pierrot playing the clarinet, and the monk that holds the sheet music, in a box-like room. These three figures are made up of flat, abstract shapes. Even though this work is painted with oil on canvas, the sharp corners of the shapes suggest that Picasso cut out material and pasted it on the canvas, just like a collage. This work is overwhelmingly two-dimensional. Furthermore, Picasso dominantly uses warm colors but uses dark and bright colors to describe the figures. This painting is asymmetrical in balance; the brown floor extends much farther toward the left than the right. This suggests that the room is lopsided, but the figures in the painting are all-leveled and balance. In addition, it is hard to distinguish the musicians’ bodies, since they all seem to overlap one another. This also gives the impression of a cut-and-paste collage. Picasso utilizes shadowing when painting the dog, creating the dog with his head in the shadow. Overall, this painting gives out an energetic feeling with its use of abstract geometric shapes and distinct lines.

Contrasting with Picasso’s Three Musicians, Rene Magritte’s Empire of Light II, completed in 1950, is a painting that looks more ‘real’. It is an example of Magritte’s surrealistic style. This painting is focused on a street. Being the main source of light in the painting, the lamppost located in front of the buildings emits a bright light. There is also light illuminating from the windows of the buildings. Instead of using flat geometric shapes like Picasso, Magritte paints the scene in a three-dimensional world. When viewed in the museum, the painting looks like a photograph enlarged. However, upon taking a closer look at the painting, one can notice that the house is painted in an unusual situation. While the bottom half of the painting shows the street in the night, the top half of the painting is of a bright sky in broad daylight. This striking juxtaposition gives the painting a mysterious feeling. Like Picasso, Magritte contrasted with his colors; he used warm colors for the buildings on the street and then contrasts that with the bright blue sky.  However, both parts of the painting are painted realistically. Even though there are no humans or animals in the painting, movement is evident; the floating clouds in the sky evoke motion.

Overall, it can be seen that although two artists are from the same century, it does not mean that their artwork will be similar.

 

Lauren Vicente, MoMA Paintings

Tom Wesselmann’s Great American Nude 2 (1961)

Roy Lichtenstein’s Girl With Ball (1961)

During the early 1960s, the pop art movement had started taking shape. Artists Tom Wesselmann and Roy Lichtenstein explored the human form and way of life through their works. The pop art movement originated in England during the early 1950s and emerged in America towards the late 1950s. The popular culture displayed within pop art is cartoonish and produced many well-known artists such as Andy Warhol and Peter Phillips. The era was tinged with funky artwork and playful pieces. Tom Wesselmann’s Great American Nude Number 2 and Roy Lichtenstein’s Girl With Ball, both created in 1961, explore women’s figures and sexuality.

Tom Wesselmann’s Great American Nude Number 2 is a work with harsh colors, hyper realistic patterns, and minimalistic features that makes a statement about women in general. The woman lying on the bed lacks facial features and any definition besides the features that indicate that she is a woman. The lack of depth paralleled by the hyper-realistic view outside the window implies that the woman is two dimensional and useless beyond her femininity. The room is filled with primary colors, from the blue bed, the red sheets and walls, to the shocking yellow hair of the woman. The bold colors contrast the muted pink of the woman, also a representative of her womanhood. The lack of light induced shadow creates an illusion of a two-dimensional world inside the bedroom, which can be contrasted to the world outside the window. The painting seems to imply that women should not be viewed as the center of anyone’s world since there is an adventure waiting just outside their window.

Roy Lichtenstein’s Girl With Ball, like Wesselmann’s work, seems to be very cartoonish. Unlike the previous work, the woman has a defined face and figure. She is clothed, but she seems to be on the beach. The intense, vibrant colors, consisting again of primary colors, aren’t shaded or shadowed which gives the painting the cartoon-like feeling. The woman is catching a ball, but she is in such an unnatural position that she looks just as plastic as the beach ball she is playing with. The unnatural position she’s in paired with the odd expression she holds resembles that of a doll. The message is similar in this painting: women have become so sexualized that they are no longer anything greater than their womanhood and femininity.

Both paintings explore the depth of the female form and sexuality through the use of brash colors and physical features, or lack thereof. The lack of shadow creates a cartoonish vibe, reminiscent of the pop age of which the paintings were created. They use facelessness and plasticity to represent the way in which women have become overly sexualized. The depth of the paintings, despite initially seeming extremely shallow, extends far beyond simple lines and primary colors. 

Deanna Maravel-Comparison of Color, Light, and Form

House by the Railroad(1925) by Edward Hopper

American Indian Theme II(1980) by Roy Lichtenstein

Deanna Maravel

The Arts in New York City

Professor Graff

6 November 2012

House by the Railroad and American Indian Theme II

      The realist versus the pop artist, Edward Hopper and Roy Lichtenstein couldn’t have been more different. In his work House by the Railroad, Hopper relies on stylistic details, such as choice of color and lighting, to depict a rather emotional image of rural American architecture. Whereas Lichtenstein’s American Indian Theme II is a visual statement based off of bold choices in symbolism and arrangement.

When you look at House by the Railroad, you can feel the overwhelming sense of loneliness in this oil painting. This picturesque house is all alone, with nothing in the background but the faded blue sky. There are no neighboring houses, so it seems that its only contact with other civilization is by the train track in front of it. Except the contact with the train, with other people, probably lasts only a few minutes, and just as quickly as it came, it’s gone. The very placement of the track at the forefront of the painting suggests that this painting should be filled with movement, however, it is directly contradicted by the stillness of the landscape around it. Hopper’s choice of muted, somber colors helps to visually display the desolate feeling this house pervades. A quiet man, Hopper loved the way the sun would hit these rural houses, and the decision to cast a shadow on the house, so that half is lit and the other is in dim light, suggests the that the house is fading away, just like the setting sun.

On the other hand, American Indian Theme II stands in sharp contrast to Hopper’s portrait. With its bold colors and use of color blocking, it immediately jumps out in an overwhelming print to the viewer. Like a jigsaw puzzle, however, the pieces of this woodcut can be picked apart. In the bottom right corner, bear claw tracks can be seen, right below the canoe, a trademark of the Native American Indians. Geometric shapes surround an abstract cactus, while a feather, another symbol, is almost hidden in the mix. Lichtenstein is known for his fascination with iconic stereotypes, and this comes across clearly here in this print. Working with a color scheme of primary colors, he takes the stereotypes of the Indian culture and carefully integrates them into a picture reminiscent of something from the past. This choice of juxtaposing the motifs of a past culture into modern art was perhaps his way of commenting on the American view of Native American culture.

Done in two different styles, each painting is a representation of something to the artist. Hopper, as the realist, chose to take a more traditional route. In choosing to capture a picture of rural America, he focused on color and lighting to breathe life into the form used.  On the contrary, Lichtenstein chose to focus more on the form and structure of the print. Keeping his colors simple, his choice of blending common, stereotypical images makes a visual and mental statement as opposed to appealing to the viewer’s emotions. While both artists relied on color, form, and technique, the ways in which they applied them led to vastly different, but still effective, results.

Ashley Haynes: MOMA Painting Comparison

All artwork on a canvas utilizes at least one of the three main elements of color, light and form in a variety of ways. Color gives inanimate objects life. Color is the true quintessence of a painting as rhythm is to music. Considering its subjective nature, color can be used to convey a wide range of emotions and perspectives. Different hues convey their own aspect of liveliness. Green is natural as yellow is to happiness and sunshine. When you take into account the intensity, the strength and vividness, of a color you can convey different moods.  For example, the dark colors of a night scene can convey mystery as soft light colors are to femininity.

Painters use light as a bandage for relating figures in an image. For example, if a painting consists of a group of figures around a campsite fire, since all of the characters are experiencing the same thing, they should each be lit from the side in which they face the campfire. The experience binds them together, so the way in which light is used, is to realistically depict such a reality.

Form is simply the element in art, which refers to shape. Are there three dimensional shapes and figures or are there two-dimensional shapes and figures. It is form that allows the viewers of works of art to analyze and understand the given.

In the painting Beach Girl, the artist Morris Hirshfield utilizes a very simplistic form of color and lighting. The background consists of only three shades of blue. As the image opens up, the shades begin to darken. This element of contrast between a single color, allows the beach girl to pop off of the painting and really draw the viewer’s attention.  The use of blue mellows out the image giving it a very calm, soothing feeling as if one were looking at water, which is also blue.

Likewise, Hirschfield use of lighting immediately draws one’s attention to the girl because she is of a brighter shade and a more defined color of blue, tan and white. He paints an image that is concrete and the viewer is immediately able to identify that the beach girl is the main attraction in the painting. Everything around her is just supplemental detail in order to give the painting more depth. The anatomy of the girl is drawn to the scale of a realistic girl in everyday life.

An antithesis to the painting by Morris Hirshfield is a painting called Simultaneous Contrasts: Sun And Moon by Robert Delaunay. In the painting, Robert Delaunay paints an abstract image. Thus, the viewer can interpret the image in a number of different ways. There isn’t one right answer to what is present in an abstract image.

In order to portray such an abstract image and contrary to Hirsfield, Delaunay manipulates the depth and movement of the painting through various interactions of color. Yet, without directly referencing a concrete image, the viewer of his artwork can imagine his inclination to the natural world. The circular framework can be symbolic of the universe with the brighter colors representing life during the day while the dark blue side being symbolic of nightlife when the moon is up. Delaunay seems to have broken up the form by light in order to create color planes, thus creating the nature of the painting. The use of two-dimensional shapes simply allows figures to be pieced together into what the viewer can interpret as something concrete. Some shapes are actual orientation of the human anatomy as an oval can be seen as symbolically used to represent the child’s head in the upper right hand corner of the image. Then, in the lower left hand corner a conglomerate of shapes are used to piece together a potential figure’s face.

For example, when I initially saw the painting, I immediately visualized a family in the bottom right hand corner who were bunched together early in the morning due to the prominent use of yellow, the color of the sun. When I looked up at the top left hand corner, I immediately visualized a mother tucking her child into bed because the prominence of blue was reminiscent of the night sky as the moon is set to appear.

In each respective painting, the artists manipulated the color, light and forms to ultimately portray different images although they used the same basic artistic elements. This allowed for a uniform interpretation in Hirshfield’s painting compared to a more infinite interpretation in Delaunay’s painting. Hirschfield creating a concrete image while Delaunay created an abstract image.

Lucy Snyder: MoMA Painting Comparison

The first painting I looked at was Juan Gris’ Jar, Bottle and Glass, completed in 1911. I first viewed it without reading the title, and I saw many parallel lines, contrast in color and a limited color palette. The color used in this painting is limited to grays, browns, blacks and whites. The brown in the bottom right and the yellow/brown in the top left even stand out a bit because the rest is in greyscale (with some yellow and purple very lightly used in shading). Each of the colors is used in a gradient in different sections of this painting. The gradient indicates a source of light coming from the top left corner because the presence of shadows are prevalent. This painting is abstract, with lot of hard lines and angles as well as curves in some places. The most prominent shape, though, seems to be triangles, created by the gradient shadows. If we tie in the title of this painting (Jar, Bottle and Glass) the viewer would expect to see a still-life painting. Having already seen the image, I searched for these items in the painting. What I found were the lines representing the objects. All three contain straight lines and circles in their cylindrical shapes.

The second painting I viewed was Henri Matisse’s Woman on a High Stool completed in 1914. The central image is exactly what the title of the painting indicates. A woman in a black, blue and green dress sits with her back straight on a wooden stool (though the seat of the stool is not visible). In the background is a thin table and a simple piece of art featuring a bird hanging on the wall above it. The room’s walls are gray with a darker bottom right corner but no shading to indicate corners of walls or borders between wall and floor. It is possible that there is a slight light source coming from the bottom right corner and there is a slight halo around the woman sitting.

The clear difference between these two paintings is their style. One is abstract and one is an obvious image. While both may be “of something,” the styles appeal to different viewers (and artists). The titles of both paintings suggest that there is one or more explicit objects or situations represented in the painting. Surprisingly, Gris’ painting seems to have more prominent shading. Matisse’s is more two-dimensional and shallow, even though Gris’ consists of many two-dimensional shapes like triangles and squares. Gris uses much more light, which is evident because of contrast. Matisse uses dull colors, and the only thing contrasted with the rest of the painting is the image of the bird on the wall. The dull colors give it a sad or even depressed mood, whereas Gris’ painting evokes some confusion, preciseness and presence. Concerning form, Matisse’s work shows a subject with a simple title but can be read into to tell a story. The viewer can come up with background information or deduce a theme or message from looking at this painting. However, Gris’ painting is more pleasing to look at and evokes more self-reflection and thought as opposed to drawing a conclusion or taking away a message. Though these paintings were both done within several years of each other, the artists come from different parts of the world. Gris is Spanish and Matisse is French, so the cultural influence of these countries could have played a role in the effects used in each respective painting.

Kristy Timms – Artist’s Letter

To Micheal Puchberg —

Dearest best of friend, and honorable O.B.

I trust this letter finds you well. Your health and well-being are of the utmost importance to me, dear brother. It has been an unfortunate matter that I have not yet seen you for the longest time, although I have tried with all my might, it has been a most challenging period. Your friendship holds the greatest value for me, richer than gold, purer than water. I hope you are in good health, with your table full and your wine glass overflowing.

Sorrowfully I write with little joy from my side. My friend and honorable brother, my only true friend it is only you to whom I can divulge the horrid dangers of which I am experiencing. Before I go further, I ask that you forgive me for my need, as I wish it were not mine. I, wholeheartedly, wish I was no ones pain to bare for it is too harsh for words. With a hollow stomach, cold feet and perspiration, I attempt. I have paced upon the floor for some time, a blank paper lying on my desk. My heart be too heavy to write the words. My plea comes not from a place of not want but a desperate place of need. For both my family and me. I protest my own desperation in order to not have to ask yet again, but my present condition has left me with no other possibility. The thought of my request from such a brother makes me shudder. Dear sir, forgive me. It has come to the place where I no longer have an option, but I am left with little choice. Friend, my confidant, spare me grace and mercy, I beg. The truth is too bitter for words and I find shame in putting them to paper. With a somber breathe I write these words. It appears to be so that my work is not accounted for by its worth, as the contacts remain of little pay and benefit for yours truly. My musical influence has not yet spread with vivacity. My hours of labor into my craft do not cease yet the rewards run low. A disappointing truth left deaf on the ears of those who need be listening. The honest, hard truth my true friend. The result of this unfairness brings its effects too close to my home. The rent is due. It has already been due, and now coercions have been set forth if the amount remains incomplete tomorrow. My friend, for a loan I request. The amount only enough for the coercions to refrain and my soul to rest for a day. I promise on its return at the earliest hour, with the greatest amount of interest I can accompany with it.

It will give me the greatest joy per chance you are able to save me yet again from the grave, honorable brother. Your assistance will come as a light in the unspeakable darkness. I have travelled with a burden for which I could no longer bare to carry a step further. It is you, dear friend, who will be able to rid me of this pain, and for that I kiss your feet in respect and thanks for your generosity. I praise you for your bounteousness in the past, and I plead for it now once again.

Your,

humblest debtor, most grateful servant, dearest friend and brother,

W. A. Mozart.

 

Lauren Vicente, Artist’s Letter

April 1789

Dearest Friend Franz,

I’m sorry I had not written any sooner, it’s very hard to write anything beyond music at this time. Young Karl has developed a dastardly cold and Costanze and I have been worried ill over him, but we’re trying our best to stay afloat. My next opera is due oh so quickly – it is very hard to ignore the anticipation!

The depth of art flowing through my veins has been riveting! I feel as if I eat and dream about my trade, but sadly there has been little salary in what I love.  I’m very ashamed to ask for a loan – only 200 florins, my friend – because money is scarce with a sick child. I’m hoping you and your family are in good health and never have to feel this pain. I am still waiting on the return of a few loans I had given too readily. This loan, however, will not follow suit!

Thank you!

Your greatest friend,

Mozart

April 1789

Dearest Sister,

My how long it has been! I’m so sorry I have yet to reply to you – it has been a hard few months, but we are a resilient bunch – except in the economic sense. I so humbly request some money – any sum! I calculated time and time again and each time realized you do have a sum owed to me, but, as your loyal brother, hope you will give me as much as you see fit. I will waive most of the debt…however, I do request the return of the money I had loaned you years prior.

Forever your loyal brother,

W.A. Mozart

P.S. – I believe the sum was around 300 florins. You do the math.

May 1789

Honorable Franz Hofdemel,

I am so sorry I haven’t had a chance to write you! The sum of money you provided landed in my hands safely but escaped just as rapidly. I’m sorry to say I have yet to reclaim a reasonable sum of money to send back to you. Times are hard, my friend, and I am truly grateful for the kindness you have shown me. It is very hard for me to admit this – you know I am a man of high standard – but my music has yet to flourish as I intended. Therefore, I will continue to work to pay back the debt, and then some!

You are the greatest companion I could ask for and truly appreciate the kind eye in which you use to look at me. I am proud to call you my friend.

Yours truly,

W.A. Mozart

June 1790

My dear sister,

All is well here. Please do not be worried. I’m sorry for the rude letter I sent – I have acquired the funds necessary to sustain my livelihood. Return your debt as soon as you can.

Your patient brother,

William

Anissa Daimally: Letter Channeling an Artist

Dearest Michael Puchberg,

My beloved friend, I know I haven’t written to you in what seems like ages. I’m terribly sorry for this. From composing to travelling, I have not had a minute to myself. It seems that I have been writing this letter for days, but every time that I sat down with the pen in my hand, another errand came up that had to be taken care of. Well you now have my complete devotion. I have heard that you are doing well in Vienna with the textile business. It seems that there has been a high demand for the goods, and you are profiting well. I am very happy for your good fortune.

As you may have heard, I am in Berlin to play before the King of Prussia, Frederic II. What an honor this is to play in the royal court! I shall surely hope to secure a position in this royal court as the musical composer.

My loving brother, I shall now get to the point as to why I am writing to you. I need to ask you for a great favor. I am only coming to you since I feel as if you are my own and that I can trust you dearly. I need 2000 flourins to pay off my expenses and to sustain a living. With these monetary problems in mind, I am not able to fully concentrate on my pieces. If you were to lend me this sum of money, my mind would be cleared and I would be able to earn more money. My brother, you know that I am very reliable and trustworthy. I will pay you as soon as possible, so you should not worry.

I know this seems like a great sum of money, but if you were truly my friend, you would do this favor. This is a very embarrassing situation for me, and I only came to you because I consider us brothers. I know you are a man who will help out those who are in serious need.

I beg you my friend, my brother, please give me a helping hand and lend me this money. You would be keeping me off the streets and thus promoting the compositions of my music. I promise you will never regret it. I shall pray that you have received this letter and have made the decision to lend me the money.

 

Forever Your Brother,

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Ashley Haynes: Artist’s Letter to a Friend

Dearest of Friends,

It touched me dearly to hear from a friendly voice. Not many people still believe that there is still any good in me. I just hope that you understand why it isn’t until now that I have replied. Every time I have settled down, I have had to seek new refuge.

I understand that taking matters into my own hands when I took the life of Ranuccio was unacceptable, but I had truly reached my breaking point. No matter how hard I try someone is trying to dampen my success. The controversy that has come to fuel my success is now only starting to ignite my personal turmoil.

I just want to be an artist, use art as an outlet for my emotions and viewpoints. Why is it that I am wrong in perceiving the Virgin Mary with a swollen belly and bared legs? Is it only acceptable to do what is perceived as safe and simply draw the Virgin Mary compassionately coddling baby Jesus. I am only human, I only long to express my faculties.

However, after using my time on the run as a time for reflection, I have come to realize that I just need to keep surging forward. Not all hope is lost. Yes it seems as though people have lost all inhibition to recognize me for my prowess as an artist rather than my personal shortcomings, but that isn’t the chronicle of my life.

When the award that I received in Malta into the Order as a Knight of Justice was stripped away, I simply used that as motivation to only create better work. I figure it is only a matter of time before people finally give in and realize I am more than what my personal shortcomings lead people on to believe. Thus, while in Naples I returned to painting by creating the “Madonna of the Rosary” for a fellow painter and later “The Seven Works of Mercy” for the church of Pio Chapel of Monte del la Misericordia. Currently in Malta, I am working on a painting depicting my interpretation of the beheading of St. John the Baptist for the cathedral in Valletta.

It is only my hope that you come to visit me soon while I still reside in Malta, although temporarily. I long to discuss my upcoming works as well as yours over a cup of coffee. It is truly thanks to companions like you that I am able to continue to coexist with so many who constantly chastise me. It is because of friends like you that I hope there will come a time in my life when I will be able to channel all of my pain and combativeness into a more productive outlet such as my paintings alone.

I know I can rise above all of the misconceptions I have been labeled with. I know that I have the capability; I know there is more to life than simply being in constant fear for my life. I want to be able to be appreciated for my gift as an artist, which speaks more volumes of my true nature than anything else.

Your Loyal Friend,

Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio

 

P.S. Write soon as to when you will be able to come. I will be patiently awaiting your arrival.

Lucy Snyder: Artist’s Letter to a Friend

Lucy Snyder

Professor Graff

MHC 100

31 October 2012

Dearest Clovio,

It is the thirtieth of August, and I am only reminding you because I have noted it has been more than a fortnight since I have heard from you and I can only hope you have been distracted with your clients and busy with your family. You know I always enjoy hearing from you.

Having been in Venice for fourteen months, I have become quite acquainted with the revered Titian. He formally adopted me as one of his pupils last week, and in addition, I assist him in his work. Others have done the same for him but they remain in this position for most of their lives. While I am struck by this honor, I know I cannot stay for very long, for I must continue with my own paintings. Titian is an old man in his eighties and he will not be here for much longer as I am sure you have met with him fairly recently, though he is still vigorous in his profession and teaching.

The Venetian air has treated me well; I have very much so enjoyed living here but something is telling me a time for change is coming soon. I am unsure what has spoken to me but the thought of moving has come over me several times in the past twenty-four hours and I feel as though I should act upon my repeated notions. Actually, as I cogitate on the thought of leaving Venice more, I believe you have suggested it to me in the past, that I spend some of my days in Rome. Yes, now some names come back to me– Farnese, the Cardinal. I will be in touch with them later today regarding your recommendation.

As for now, I am enjoying my unique painting style. The way I portray my figures I praise our homeland of Greece and the wonderful stories it has brought us throughout history. I am currently working on a painting of my own, a scene which was inspired by the Catholic aura of Italy and it’s rich golden qualities. Amusing, I am using much gold in this painting, dark gold with dark figures and colors. I want to convey the presence of Christ throughout our ages in different places, so I am combining some of the nontraditional aspects of art in my dark contrast and filling of space, though I have not fully determined the background of this piece. It has some work to go. I hope you can get an image of what I am trying to explain; it is not so different from my The Burial of the Count of Orgaz in terms of its composition. When you see it, you will realize its Byzantine infusion in parts.

Manússos, I assume, is doing very well. He is still merchanting, I believe now off in Eastern Europe and his successes have never failed him. I have not heard from him recently either, and I wish he could just take some fifteen minutes of his hectic and sometimes manic day and begin a letter to me here. Even a word of his travels would entertain me; I know he is fine. I would like to speak of my experiences here in Italy to him as well. It is a shame we did not grow closer as we grew older. Our separate paths I believe have made us independent wealthy men but unrich in familial relationships.

Please respond with slight urgency. I miss your accompaniment through your words. Your letters have always helped me with your advice and helped comfort me knowing the things you have been doing. I truly hope all is well.

With much love, Doménikos Theotokópoulos, El Greco

Stephen Walsh – 19th Century Painting Short Story

As I enter the hall of 19th-century paintings inside the Met, I have one goal, one task to complete: let an Impressionist painting lull me into a trance. I run around frantically, my head whipping back and forth, looking for a work of art that will validate my life, when finally, I see it. “Manet!” I scream, as I run towards the painting of my favorite artist, a work titled, “The Monet Family in their Garden at Argenteuil.” I approach it rapidly, eyes closed, arms wide open. I’m ready to embrace the masterpiece. But before I can,  something strange happens: instead of my face slamming up blindly against the hard canvas, I find myself falling for a few seconds, eyes still closed, until my descent is stopped by a faceplant into the ground. I place my hands onto the soft earth, push myself off the ground, and begin to remove the soil from my eyes and nose, waiting for my classmates’ laughter, bracing myself for the inevitable chants of “loser” to erupt at any moment. “Wait a second,” I say to myself. “Soft earth? Dirt on my face? What the hell?” And when I finally open my eyes, I realize, I’m not in the Met anymore.  Rather, I’m in a verdant garden, standing in front of a bewildered family.

“Mommy,” a little, frightened child implores, “who is that strange, ugly man with the weird clothes?” “Don’t worry, Claude,” the woman replies, “I think he’s just a dirty American.”

She then turns to me and demands my name, age, and other basic information, but when she asks why or how I got to the private garden, I have no adequate words. “I was just … in the museum and I…I started running to a painting and then BOOM and now here I am.” She scowls at me. “Jean, “ she signals to her husband, “would you please escort this drug addict away from my family?” “No!” I scream. “Don’t! I’m not on drugs, I’m just Steve. Here, let me prove it to you.”

I make my way over to the little boy, whose frantic eyes and trembling face tell me he’s afraid I might eat him. “Hey there little bro, what’s your name?” He hesitates. “C-C-Claude.”

“What a pretty name. And your last?” He hides his face behind his hands for a few seconds, but after some coaxing by his mother, he tells me, “Monet.”

“CLAUDE MONET?!” I scream incredulously. “The renowned Impressionist painter?! The most influential artist of the 19th century?! That Claude Monet?!” The child explodes into tears, wailing at the top of his lungs for his parents to do something about the bearded monster before him. Luckily, his father runs over, settles him down, and leads me over to a cherry tree, where he tells me to sit and relax and eat cherries while everyone calms down.

After a few minutes and a bajillion cherries, Claude’s mother turns to me and asks, “Did you say something about my son being a ‘renowned painter’?” For the next hour, I tell them all about my world – I tell them all about the future. I let them know about little Claude’s eventual paintings and fame. I educate them on the internet and tell them all about the proliferation of rap music. At one point they ask if I’m Jesus, to which I respond, “Basically.”

Eventually they go back inside their house and invite me to stay the night, but I opt to remain outside. The weather is perfect, and I just want to soak in this ideal world and eat all the cherries. And legend has it, if you visit this exact spot today, I’m still there. The end.

Kristy Timms – A Sunday on La Grande Jatte – 1884, Georges Seurat

It’s as if the world stops on a Sunday. For just a few hours everyone takes a break. Long lasting memories are formed from the moments when one rests and lingers for a second longer. A weekly summer excursion to La Grande Jatte makes time stop and people breathe lighter.

The weather is perfect. The light breeze brushes along the water’s surface, filling the air with freshness. The calm river is home to little boats and avid rowers. Little boys push their paper yachts along its surface while their mothers keep watch from a distance, holding on to their childlike delight. Little girls chase butterflies, their giggles singing through the air like a lullaby. Open umbrellas protect fair-skinned ladies from the sun’s ever so harsh rays.

Little boys play tag as mothers catch up on weekly chatter. Younger girls look up to the older woman in admiration, straightening their postures subconsciously. Reaching out to feel their lavish materials, and dreaming of the days when they will adorn the same luxuries. In all their grace and glamor, ladies appear to float along the grass. Their corsets display their slim figures while their bonnets mysteriously hide the secrets in their eyes.

The sweet smell of flowers drifts along the breeze as bird wings flutter overhead. Some remember loved ones lost as they hold on to memories never forgotten. Young girls nearby talk of their dreams of the future and of the boys along the river edge as their knitting needles click to and fro. The sun in the sky looks down on the Sunday afternoon with pleasure. The ribbons and bows on the dresses on little girls bounce, moving to the joyous rhythm of the day, chasing the glorious sunlight. Couples walk hand in hand, breathing deeply the perfection of the moment.

Older men relaxingly enjoy a cigar, their walking sticks tucked safely under their arm. Staring out to the river they think back on days passed. Picnic baskets lay open, uncovering sweet lemonade and snacks. Animals happily join in on the action. Digging their noses into the green grass, sniffing for food and searching for a mate. The rustling of the trees sing a harmonious melody, slowly moving the day along. The shade they provide invites those looking for a rest from the sunshine. A young couple in love lean in close and whisper sweet nothings, enjoying the blossoming of something so pure and beautiful. Men put away business deals for a few hours as they peacefully stand along the river with their fishing rods prepared for possibility. An older lady hums a tune to herself in content, walking past the younger generation, excited for the future and possibility glistening in their eyes.

There is a certain serenity in the air. Everything moves slowly, latching onto the smooth beat of the day. The elderly hold on to the day with more fervor, while young children play as though it will never end.  It is along the riverside that everyone comes together. Together as one, they take a deep breath. Holding on to memories past. Expectant for days to come. More days such as this when the weather is perfect, the breeze just right and the hum amongst friends lingers. More days such as this where peace floods the air and memories play out slower. More days such as this when everything seems right with the world.

Deanna Maravel- 19th Century Painting

Regatta at Sainte-Adresse by Claude Monet (1867)

As I stood in front of the steps, I looked helplessly at the map. I couldn’t remember which direction was 3rd Ave and which was Park Av when getting out of the train station near the dorm, and people expected me to find an entire wing of paintings in this place? Finally reaching the right area, I wandered aimlessly from room to room of the MET, fiddling with my camera as I waited for some painting to stop me in my tracks. Professor Graff is lucky I could even find my way here, I thought to myself, remembering the five minutes I spent trying to find my place on the museum map a bit earlier. I stopped for a moment, when an older couple arguing in rapid French moved, and a splash of blue caught my eye. This painting of the shoreline was so simple, yet it took my breath away. I knew this would be the one. Raising my camera, I took the picture; the satisfying click of the shutter went off.

All of a sudden, I heard the gentle crashing of the waves against the shore. Taking a step back, I felt myself lose balance as my camera slipped from my hands. I dove to the ground, grabbing it before it could hit the sand. Except it wasn’t sand, but pebbles and rocks, worn smooth by the ocean. The heat of the sun was beating down on top of me as I looked around.

There were a handful of couples on the beach, some strolling arm in arm, others placed on top of blankets watching the waves come rolling in. Faint whispers of conversations in French drifted as these well-dressed beachgoers passed me by, not even acknowledging my existence. I could almost taste the salt in the wind as I turned my head to see a whispering couple pointing in my direction. While watching a small seagull hop around a few feet from me, the full realization of what had happened suddenly hit me.

“Oh my god,” I mumbled under my breath. “My mom is going to kill me.”

I slumped down onto the ground with my head in my hands. After taking a deep breath, or two, or possibly ten, I looked up to see that the couple had made their way over to my spot where I sat huddled on the rocks. Clad in a cream colored silk dress complete with a white lace parasol, it was obvious this woman and her spouse were well off. They appeared to be admiring the view of the sea, but their stolen glances in my direction gave away their curiosity. I stood up as the woman neared me. Opening a hand fan, she began fanning herself as she turned to me.

“Stop slouching, darling. You’ll never find yourself a husband with that posture,” she quipped over the tip of her fan.

“Dear, look at her. She has that same lost look as the rest,” her husband drawled, stepping beside her. “Are you also one of those New Yorkers?” he questioned.

“How do you know that?” I cried out. “Wait, do you know what-“

With a flick of his hand, he cut me off. “We get a few like you every week. Come on, Edna, we can’t be late for tea at your mother’s.”

And just as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, the couple linked arms and continued past me. Now more confused than ever, I knew there was something familiar about the brilliant blue sky flecked with clouds and the ships that scraped the surface of the blue-green ocean. Throwing my hands over my eyes, I racked my thoughts, trying to remember why this moment seemed so familiar until-the painting.

“No. This is not happening.” I reached down and grabbed my camera, scrolling through the photos until I reached the one of the painting. Looking back up, I saw that my view was the same as that of the painting. Deciding to take a real life picture of the fantastic view, I stepped back a bit and snapped a photo. Looking back up, I found myself face to face with the painting again. I spun around, making sure I was back in the museum. Ignoring the questioning looks of the other visitors, I looked through my photos to see if that had actually happened. Just as I thought, the last photo taken was that of the painting. But it had all seemed so real? Noticing my frown, an elderly woman next to me spoke up.

“Honey, is everything all right?”

“I think so,” I started after a few seconds, “although I think it’s time to lay off the coffee.”

“Too much caffeine can do crazy things to your mind, “ she chuckled as she walked away, leaving me with nothing but my dizzying thoughts and a knowing smile.

 

Roseann Weick – Romantic Short Story

Springtime (1873) by Pierre-Auguste Cot, French

In the most abundant and green of gardens, on the tallest of trees, hangs a swing. On this particular spring day in the woods, I see a young couple enjoying a carefree day atop the swing. The moment is made clear and brought to life by the glowing morning light focusing on the pair. I wait in the shadow of the tree so as to not disturb their outing. Surrounding the couple is the flourishing foliage awakening to the warmth of springtime. Small remnants of flowers begin to bloom at the lovers’ feet. Butterflies stir and flutter their wings in the springtime radiance. After a long winter, the nature around begins to rouse from its frozen slumber and excitingly wakes to experience the new ventures springtime brings. The swing seat hangs suspended by two ropes, which I cannot even see for they are harnessed to concealed branches in the profuse woodland. As the young boy holds tightly to the swing ropes, I notice the young maiden clinging to her lover’s neck – completely entranced by his company. Just as the flora, the young couple awaits for the joys spring brings for them. They seem completely unaware of my presence, or of anything else in the woodlands for that matter.

The innocent couple stares longingly into one another’s eyes. With the regrowth of spring also comes the rekindling of first love. I overhear their recounting of this morning’s adventure when this playful duo fled to the forest together to enjoy a lighthearted day. They dropped all other responsibilities to spend the entire spring day with one another and away from the rest of the world. They have no other care then to be together in peace. The young girl exclaims her happiness to have found this swing comfortable for two, which she describes as such an idealistic, romantic spot to rest. In their moments of silence, I observe the maiden gaping devotedly into her lover’s eyes and smiling kindly to meet the boy’s protective gaze. I detect in the maid almost a cunning eagerness as she gawks at the lad. Such a longing must only signify the young girl’s desires to be with the boy forever and relish in her love for him. The two lovers, although not of age, are passionate and faithful in their relationship. I hear them delight in flirtatious banter, professing their love for one another and taking any opportunity to look into one another’s eyes. They talk of a full life together, their everlasting love, and their happiness to have each other in their lives. They cherish one another’s company. I listen as they confess their gratitude in having found such an idyllic, all-encompassing love. They laugh amongst themselves in the shelter of their love.

Utterly smitten, the pair relish in what fate holds for their pure adoration. The light strikes the scenery and enlightens the possible future for this couple. Springtime brings renewal and a chance of new beginnings. The infatuated children see happy promises for their romance. As do the blossoms of spring regrow each year, so does love. As the couple begins to stir from their peaceful spring day seat to return home, I know they will savor this afternoon, which fortified their eternal love. Despite the length of time sitting in this one spot, I note how they are still lost in each other’s gaze. In this springtime moment, only they matter. The warmth and serenity of this spring day strengthen their love. Such a day as this is sure to never be forgotten by the couple or myself. Love takes you by surprise and takes full control, leaving one unable to live without it. The young couple is sure their love will never die.

 

Ashley Haynes: Romantic Short Story

A City on a Rock

Style of Goya (Spanish, 19th century)

Standing as still as calm waters! Apprehensive, very much so! After having trekked countless miles through barren, deserted grounds, I finally arrived upon a new civilized land. Glaring forward, I looked upon a city that seemed to be heavily populated. The outskirts overflowing with individuals like me, approaching this city miles atop a rock.  However, unsure on how to proceed, I simply took a moment to myself and reflected for what I had assumed was the antithesis of the present.

Taking it all in, I wondered, could this truly be the place that I traveled so far to be. Yes it was as described, the only city miles atop a rock in the lands, but what about everything else it was described to be like.  For a city notorious for its hospitality towards tourists, why are so many people simply standing around, outside the city lines? Where are the city’s lands that were supposedly so rich in vegetation?

All I see are gloomy skies, over casted in the mid day light. Disgruntled, tired people bunch together simply wondering as I, why is such so? The air heavily coated with a thick smog, as countless fires burn at the base of the city rock.

Yet, curious to find out the nature of things, I proceeded towards the heart of the crowd. Before I could get far, someone from behind tapped me on my shoulder.

“Ms., do you know if we will be given shelter, once inside the city? Do you know if we will ever be allowed in before the storm is set to arrive”? , The young man asked. However, unsure as to what was happening in general, I quite simply said, “no, I have no idea, I’m sorry sir”, and continued to surge forward.

As I navigated through the crowd, there was a cacophony of noises. Mothers were crying out in agony, as they were unable to quench their young children’s thirst for food and water. “Why do our children have to suffer, they are but innocent young souls”, a mother exclaimed.

The men engaged in heated arguments as to how they should go about infiltrating the city, to forcibly bring about some action.  “I say we get a log and light it in one of these flames circumventing around the city and burn down the gate”, a young stoic man proclaimed.

The elderly hunched over and seated, clearly overwhelmed by the heat and exhausted.

So, unsure on who to approach as everyone seem too distraught over their current plight, I resolved to simply cease in my quest to find out why nothing was like how it was supposed to be. Fortunately, when all hope in finding out the truth of the matter seemed lost, a former native to the city explained everything.

Come to find out, the city atop a rock called Nom wasn’t always so isolated and cruel to tourist and those simply passing by. The native explained,” One year ago, being the hospitable City of Nom, as it was known as, with an open gate on each side of the rock to freely let people pass on by and through, a group of individuals from the north took advantage of such kindness. They came into the city and stole all of the food, gold and destroyed many infrastructures in sight. They ignored the people in the city cries out for mercy. It is now the reason why the city gates are closed and those who left the city and pass by are unable to go back in. The fires circumventing the base of the city rock is specifically designed to scare people off and away.”

Just like when you and I are hurt by someone, something or a group of people, and isolate ourselves because we feel as though we reduce the possibility for further pain, I now understood why the city is no longer accommodating to the general population. However, although I came to understand why the city’s circumstances were so. I also realized that as humans we all behave differently, so we cannot base our actions on the generalization that if one speck of the majority did something the rest will.

 

Lucy Snyder: 19th Century Painting Story

Island of the Dead 1880 – Arnold Böcklin (Swiss)

He died four hours ago in bed at home. I don’t know how such little time has passed because enough thoughts have passed through my head to last me days of contemplation and analyzation. This happens while the moments replay in my head. Nothing really happened, but each moment I thought of was like a repeated still life picture.

In the morning, my husband woke up feeling warmer than usual for a September morning. He expressed this to me over tea and breakfast and I asked him how he slept. He said not very well. I told him to get more rest and he was reluctant to take my advice, doing that thing where he wants to be dominant and always right and a manly man, but he gave in after I promised I could do the Sunday’s work for him to help him out.

I went in and checked on him an hour or so later and he was sound asleep. So at rest that he was absolutely still aside from his rising and falling stomach with deep inhales and exhales. Another hour later, beads of sweat had formed scattered on his forehead and upper lip. I went in with a damp cloth and laid it over his eyes. Yet another hour past and the pillow had been dampened and his hair was clinging to his face, yet his breathing remained constant. I went along doing the housework but I was bothered and so I rang the doctor.

He arrived in forty minutes and went in the bedroom to see my husband. He took his temperature and conducted some other tests. (I am not familiar with doctors and checkups and patients. I usually rely on home remedies or time to heal but today I had a strange feeling of extreme nervousness and anxiety.) He exited the room about twenty minutes later and escorted me out as I was standing in the threshold looking in, my heart beating. The doctor told me nothing was wrong, he was probably just overworked and I could not argue because he worked hard to sustain our family lifestyle and I did not always supervise the amount of energy he exerted. The doctor left with his medical kit and I sat down at the kitchen table with my head in my hands.

I awoke some time later to a faint grunting sound with rustling noises and I remembered my husband. I walked briskly into the bedroom and saw him moving around in the bedsheets, still sleeping, yet with an uncomfortable expression. A moment later he stopped, but he was not calm as he was before. It was dark outside and I felt so peculiar as to believe that the darkness had come in through the window and seeped into my husband there in his bed. Then I realized he was completely still and had stopped breathing. I went into a state of shock because I didn’t know what was real or true but I knew that it had happened and I had to move quickly.

I quickly wrapped him in the white sheet he was laying on and lugged him out into the canoe in our backyard through the back door, that we kept there when any of our family member’s time had come. The transport to the lake was a blur but I made it in a cold sweat and with mindless muscle strain. I never thought it would be me doing the burial at this historical and generational plot, in fact, I never thought about who it would be at all, I never thought about death and dying. I rowed the boat as the orange mountainous island gradually grew from a hill into a massive mound. I don’t know why but all the nervousness had faded from me. I knew exactly where to go, what to do, and how to conduct the burial and mourning ceremony. When it was all done, I sat in the boat ashore with my feet in the shallow water thinking about how one day, more likely soon, I would be lying next to my husband on the Island of the Dead.

Anissa Daimally: Romantic Short Story

Shipwreck off Nantucket by William Bradford

Shipwreck off Nantucket by William Bradford

I awoke to the splash of water on my face. The smell of salt and fish clouded the air. Startled, I arose to my feet. Looking around, I saw nothing but the ocean. A frightening realization occurred in me, this isn’t the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The last thing I remembered was that I was standing in front of the painting  Shipwreck off Nantucket by William Bradford.

As I pondered where I was and how did I get there, my thoughts were interrupted by the clamorous voices of men.

“I need to mop the stern,” said one man.

“Scrub the whole deck,” said another.

Stern? Deck? Finally taking in my surroundings and closely looking at the area around me, my heart froze. I was aboard a ship!

“You over there, take hold of the line and hoist the sail!” yelled the captain from the bridge.

“Me?” I questioned.

“No you landlubber, I was talking to that man over there,” replied the captain sarcastically.

Aware that there was no one remotely near me, and considering the fact that I didn’t want him to figure out that I didn’t belong on the ship, I obeyed his orders. As I looked above me, I noticed that the color of the sky began to change. No longer was it clear blue; it was full of ominous, dark clouds. The troubled look on the captain’s face told it all…a storm was brewing and there was no way out.

The wind howled like a beast crying out in pain. Within minutes, we were caught in the middle of the storm. The rain fell down hard, obscuring our vision. Were we going to make it?

The helmsman fought the wheel as the force of the gale tried to rip it off his hands.

“Sir, the wind is too strong!” cried the helmsman

“Keep fighting men! We can do it!” exclaimed the captain.

It was the classic battle: man against nature. Sadly, nature triumphed in the fight. The heavy surf battered the ship, ripping apart the once sturdy timbers that held the ship together. Frigid seawater rushed into the hold, filling up the ship. The ship had begun to tip over, causing a frenzy.

“Abandon ship!”

The crew rushed to lower down the safety boats. The ocean had engulfed the boat. The waves had repeatedly hit me, forcing me under the water. I felt myself being pulled down further and further into the darkness. Gasping for air, I realized this was the end. As my lungs collapsed, I fell into an unconscious state. The next thing I knew, I awoke in front of the painting.

The Same Dining Room

The Contest for the Bouquet: The Family of Robert Gordon in Their New York Dining-Room
by Seymour Joseph Guy

I remember as if it were yesterday, that large filled dining room my family and I would gather around for supper every evening. As dislocated and separated as our family was, supper was a must attend event that even papa was present for whenever he was back in town. I remember everything about this room; after all it is where my most precious childhood moments lie. The room was so elegant in its presence. It was even mama’s favorite room of the house. She would usher our guests straight into the dining room rather than to the living room to impress our guests with her ever-going extensive collection of British-imported paintings. It was the centerfold of our family-relationship, until that one day that changed everything.

It was a cold November evening when Robbie returned from his military academy in Northern Pennsylvania. Just a few short days before Thanksgiving, mama had already unfolded and unwrapped all of her finest decoratives in the dining room for when the guests arrived for the celebration. We were all very excited to see my older brother, who at just 11 years of age was on his way to becoming a future high-ranking general. I too would join the military academy when I turned 10 years of age, but at the moment I still had two more years to go. My brother was my idol and my inspiration. Living in a New York townhouse with two sisters and a mother was never any fun for me. The only manly quality time I spent with anyone was with my older brother; papa was always away on business trips.

Robbie returned with great stories of the brotherhood he had found at the academy. He talked about dignity and a patriotism never seen before. There was this story of the armless sergeant who came off really scary and almost monster-like, but Robbie had grown on him and the sergeant had taken a liking to Robbie as well. I then remarked how I too couldn’t wait to join the military academy. He then gave me this golden pendant the sergeant had given him. He told me it was a token of fearlessness, and til this day I still carry that token.

Mama was never one to interject into my or Robbie’s dreams, but she did worry that she would lose her sons if another war arose. She was giving Robbie and I a talk about what it meant to be a man of honor when the doorbell rang that afternoon. I remember like yesterday, Clara and I were passing around the pot of tea as Robbie paid more attention to mama than I did. Mama was carrying Tessa, who was only four years of age at that time. The room was rather dark as the sun began to set but there was still some light coming in from the numerous windows. Mama put down Tessa and went to answer the door. Two police guards were at the door and asked my mother if they could come in.

We had no idea what news they could be bringing, except for Robbie. Before they announced what they had to say, Robbie remarked, “Is it about my father?” Mama was astonished and said to Robbie, “Oh don’t be silly my boy, why would you say such a thing?”

However, Robbie was not wrong. The policemen said that my father had had an accident on his way home from the state of Delaware. His carriage had spun out a wheel, causing the carriage to collapse. Mama could not believe it, but my father was dead. My siblings and I were less hesitant in accepting the reality. We loved our father, but the truth of the matter was that he was never really there.

The aftermath of my father’s death resulted in mama having to sell the townhouse and having to take on a job as a seamstress. She was able to send me to the military academy as she had continue to do so for Robbie, but nothing was the same ever again. She went on to mourn for the rest of her life, and my sisters would go on to care for her. The same dining-room with which we held so many memories of joy was the same dining-room where we received the news that impacted the rest of our lives forever.

– Joaquin Palma 10/23/12

Lauren Vicente, Romantic Short Story

Inspiration: The Abduction of Rebecca by Eugène Delacroix

The first thing I heard was the screech of a horse. No – that was a chorus of screeches, followed by the bellowing orders of a man. No, men, many men! The smell of burning hickory and ash interrupted my thought. What was I doing here? What was this?

I turned and faced the barren city, or at least what was left of it. The cacophonous roars of battle cries and ear piercing screams drowned out any sort of happiness that evaded the area.

“We’ve got her!” The cheers were coming closer. I slipped behind a small thicket, peering out cautiously. A large, black horse holding up two men and a woman let out a slight whinny. There was a shift of the horse’s legs as one of the soldiers slipped off. “Come on, men!” He called down the hill. The other man held up the incapacitated woman. Were they her savior? Or were they the enemy?

“We need to leave…now!” The soldier in red could barely make out his words; whether it was from nerves or fatigue I would never know.

The sullen look on her face looked to artificial to be from any natural means, and the success plastered upon the green-shirted soldier’s face seemed too maniacal. It finally occurred to me that this…this heist, this burning – this was their plan all along!

Horses started pulling up to the area now, carrying soldiers from the burning city. I peered out from the bushes and realized this army extended down the hill and extended back to the city. I was afraid to let out even the slightest noise – I didn’t plan to become part of the action!

“General, where to?” Another voice came from the next horsed solider upon the hill.

“Until the troops are here and accounted for, we will remain.”

“Will Rebecca wake up?”

“Who knows, Bois-Guilbert wants her, so he’ll get her… in whatever state!” A hearty laugh sprung up between the men. It sickened me. Rebecca wasn’t property, but it was obvious that her value as a person was meaningless.

The cacophony had died down at this point. The city looked even more lifeless than before, if possible. It was as if the remainder of the army was the only life that was left, and now that they had left, it was over. Rebecca had been retrieved by any and all means.

“They’re all out, General!”

“On to Bois-Guilbert!” The second laugh replaced the noise of the fallen city and slowly faded into the clack-clack of horseshoes.

 

 

Deanna Maravel-Mozart’s Letters

     Mozart’s Letters

     We spend so much of our lives communicating via emails and cell phones that it’s easy to forget that writing was once the only source of communication, other than seeing someone in person. It is through each person’s diction and style that you can see his or her personality shine through. While it’s impossible to go back in time to find out what someone in the past was like, through the letters they have written which remain today, we are given a glimpse into their minds. Mozart lives on through his letters that were collected in the Letters of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart by Hans Mersmann, and we, the readers, are given the chance to discover the brilliant man behind some of the greatest symphonies ever composed.

One of the most prominent threads throughout his letters written to his friend Michael Puchberg was his concern for money. He states that he will go “straight to the point” that he is in need of money to pay for rent and various things, however, this lending of funds does not go unappreciated. (237) He continuously flatters Puchberg for his kindness, continuously referring to him as one of his “best of friends”. (247) This almost excessive flattery is quickly followed with another request for money. It appears that even though Mozart was on such friendly, “brotherly” terms with Puchberg, he was almost embarrassed to keep asking for money, although that could be a result of his poor budgeting skills. He was never able to repay Puchberg, or anyone whom he had borrowed money from, at the time he had promised, and as a result, he racked up a debt that left his family with serious problems following his death.

While Mozart might not have been the most fantastic accountant, he was a caring and supportive family man. For example, he writes to his daughter about her brother’s concerts, which were highly praised and received well by people Mozart knew. He notes in a follow up letter that his son should be safely out of debt, a problem he struggled with himself. In letters to various family members, he apologizes for late responses and offers consoling words to his sister when death takes the life of their father. For his wife, he has nothing but sweet words and love. He constantly refers to her as his “little wife” and sends her “a million tenderest kisses”. (250, 242) Mozart reassures her of their love as they spend so much time apart due to his work. Almost as if it were an afterthought, he also makes a note in his letters to her to give his love to other friends and family members that he cannot see. Even in his hectic schedule, he takes the time to keep his loved ones up to date on what was going on in his life at the time.

Mozart was indeed a professional when it came to business matters. In his letters to royalty concerning work, he adopted a refined tone and dropped the blatant flattery he used in his personal letters to friends. For instance, in a letter to the Municipal Council of Vienna, he signs with “your most humble servant” rather than “ever yours” or “your true friend”. (254) He also offers to take up a position in the Cathedral without pay. In a letter to the Archduke Franz of Vienna, he respectfully requests that the Duke put in a good word for him to the King, seeing as he would like to apply for a job in the court, and perhaps to also be “entrusted with the musical instruction of the Royal Family.” (248) While putting his love of his work first exemplifies his dedication to music, he is leading his family onto a difficult economic path.

In his chaotic, time-constrained life, Mozart had the tendency to shut out the people he loved, not seeing them for long periods of time. It’s through letters that he communicates with the people who mattered to him, and it’s also through these same letters where we are able to see what he was really like as a person.  No one is perfect, and that includes Mozart. While he had his own flaws, such as faulty time and money management, he made up for these imperfections in his dedication to his family and craft. A master of timeless music; his legacy will live forever.

Stephen Walsh – Mozart’s Letters

Stephen Walsh

 

To most people, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was a musical genius, a child protégé-turned-pioneer who on the world of music left an indelible impression incomparable to that of any other composer. But when one reads some of the letters he sent to family, friends, and potential patrons throughout his life, no such characterizations are rendered. Rather than a grand, proud aristocrat, as might be expected, we see this image of a meek and humble man, desperate for financial security and excessively apologetic. The letters show not “Mozart the Great,” but instead, “Mozart the Despondent.”

The sad fact is, Mozart was poor. And while obviously not proud of it, he exhibited very little shame in begging for patronage, in imploring his “Dearest, best of Friends” for even large sums of money to help him get by. Take for example his numerous letters to Michael Puchberg, a wealthy merchant of Vienna, who, along with Mozart himself, was a member of the lodge of Freemasons. Knowing the man’s favorable social status in comparison to his, Mozart continuously petitions him for sizeable loans, from “one or two thousand gulden” (237) in his initial letters to a few hundred florins here and there to help him subsist – sums he never fully paid back, thus generously leaving a rather substantial debt to his soon-to-be-widowed wife. Such lack of diplomacy even extended beyond the realms of friendship to that of royalty, as evidenced in his letter to Sebastian Winter, Royal-Groom-of-the-Chambers, in which he so forwardly proposes “If his Highness [the Prince] would be so gracious as to commission me, year by year… and if he would be pleased to endow me with a fixed yearly salary therefor, his Highness should be well and punctually served.” Such generous employment, he asserts, would allow him to compose with a liberated mind, and result in music far unparalleled to that which is created by a burdened brain. Whether driven by complete financial desperation or by strong character (or perhaps both), it’s clear that Mozart had little reservations carrying out what most might label “brash” or “tactless,” but which he would call “necessary.”

Securing such favors was indeed no easy task, so in order to possibly capture the sympathies of his targets, Mozart often resorted to excessive flattery and fawning. Obviously, a little “kissing up” is an oft-used tactic for those in need of a particular end, but the famed composer takes it to a whole new level. For example, his aforementioned letter to Sebastian Winter opens up: “Dearest friend! Companion of my youth!” in an overt attempt to win over this man’s pity. Likewise, in his letters to Mr. Puchberg, before asking for any money, he attempts to loosen up his friend’s wallet by inflating his ego by calling him a “man of honor,” a “true brother” to whom Mozart himself has opened up all his heart in a way he would do to no other human being. Such flattery isn’t even existent in his letters to his wife, to whom he says typical, trite utterances in the “I miss you” and “I can’t wait to see you again” realm. While some of the flowery language may indeed be genuine, such a cunning way of relating to his supporters is clearly, largely driven by an end goal.

Mozart further embodies this idea of subservience and humility by being markedly apologetic and offering numerous excuses for having not completed certain tasks. For instance, he opens up his letter to Professor Anton Klein with a myriad of reasons why he didn’t respond to three consecutive letters from his companion, ranging from “my hands are so full of affairs” to “I… need reading through not only once, but numerous times” (227). Additionally, in a number of letters to his wife, he explains why he has been so unreliable in responding to letters, whether due to the poor conditions of the road, extremely busy business trips, or nonstop itineraries. Thus, between excessive excuses, fawning flattery, and shameless financial inquiries, it’s easy to see that Mozart was not the grand, proud man his music and current prestige might imply.

Kristy Timms – The Letters of a Genius

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart is a world renown musical genius. All recognize his name and music, some even worship him, but only few truly knew him. His life left a musical legacy that will remain until the end of time, but it is his hand written letters to friends, family and the distinguished that give us a glance into the real life of the man behind the music; the real Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

To people of high standing he would scribe letters of utter respect and reverence. Those addressed to Professor Anton Klein, Sebastian Winter, Royal Groom-of-the-Chambers, the Municipal Council of Vienna and alike, were formal letters in which Mozart strived to remain constrained and reserved, often signing “Your most obedient servant”(229) or “Your sincere friend and servant.” (230) However, his language remained incredibly expressive and exuberant, “…to whom I beg you will say, in my name, that I lay myself at his feet and thank him most humbly for the present he has sent me” (229). Within his letters to those powerful and influential, Mozart strove to broaden his musical audience and admirers. He also wrote in search of support with regards to yearly contracts and commissions, asking “If his Highness would be so gracious as to commission me, year by year, with a certain number of symphonies, quartets, concertos for different instruments or other pieces according to choice, and if he would be pleased to endow me with a fixed yearly salary” (230) in order to secure himself a fixed salary. These requests were always followed with a heartfelt commitment in which Mozart would do everything in his will to “well and punctually serve.” (230)

Through his letters, it would appear that Mozart only had one true friend to whom he wrote often, Michael Puchberg. Within his letter to “[his] only friend” (244) “[his] best friend and brother” (242) Mozart asked for money. His constant need to lend money from Puchberg not only shows he inconsistent income, but the fact that he was so under appreciated during his time. He would write to Puchberg often, giving little excerpts of news amongst his begging for money, and forgiveness. Similar to those written to people in positions of power, Mozart’s letter to Puchberg were incredibly melodramatic and elaborate. After explaining his present financial difficulties which he “would not wish [on his] worst enemy” (242) a situation in which “[he was] guiltless of [his] most unfortunate, most tragic situation! Oh God!” (243) Mozart guarantees return payment, “I can pay back the whole sum, with whatever interest you ask, and at the same time acknowledge myself your life-long debtor.” (244) He always seemed regretful in having to ask for financial support, as it was a burden upon himself as well as the helper. However, his relationship with his only friend, Michael Puchberg, did not entail much more than help with Mozart’s unstable money situation.

Most notably, Mozart was exceptionally dramatic and flamboyant in his letters to his “best little Wife” (251). Away from her often, his notes to her would be of missing and tenderness, “Tears rained upon the paper as I wrote the foregoing page, but now let us cheer up! Catch! – an astonishing number of kisses are flying about” (253). Although his letters to his wife would be emotional, they were often short as he appeared to be exceptionally busy, and often able to only “write a few lines now in haste” (257). He also addresses others within the p.s. to his wife, mentioning Carl often and Sophie, and sending them kisses and “a few good nose-pulls” (266). Throughout his writing, Mozart appears to be very devoted to and passionate about his wife.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart comes alive in his letters to people of every caliber. His close, complex relations with a friend, respect for elders and love for his wife are evident on the pages left behind. His passion and dramatic sense within his writing of words is similar to that emotion we sense within his written music. A beautiful writer in all forms, he will forever be remembered.

Ways of Seeing

Art is not merely strokes of color or graphite on a piece of canvas to be simply looked at- art is to be interpreted.  Because of it’s nature, interpreting art, subjectively, gives the piece more meaning.  Two pieces, John Berger’s Ways of Seeing, and Alice Elizabeth Chase’s Looking at Art, discuss ways to view and understand art.  Though the words ‘seeing’ and ‘looking’ are seemingly interchangeable, the two writings convey differences in perception.

Alice Elizabeth Chase begins her work by describing the difference between an average person’s view of art versus an artist’s view of art.  According to Chase, regular people see art in colors, near or far, big or small.  Artists see what is in front of them and reinterpret it to match their view of the world.  Artists are faced with the scenario of confining a real life view to a canvas- restructuring and tweaking what is visible in order to express his ideas on it.   Chase supports her statements by giving examples of the ways different cultures have created art.  Egyptians were more concerned with the shape of objects and viewed a scene as a map; thus, they represented what they saw with simple shapes and lines.  Romans enjoyed vibrant paintings of landscapes as sharp contrasts to the turmoil-ridden cities they lived in.  Chinese reflected the importance of landscape as the “moods of man and the infinity of God.”  In America, once the country had established itself, artists began to look to painting the countryside as an enthusiastic form of patriotism. Overall, Chase relays the idea that art is a reflection of the culture and time period of which it was created in combination with the artist’s personal view of the world.

Chapter 4 in Chase’s work describes the way in which artists used space.  Egyptian representations of humans were often inaccurate; typically displaying a profiled face, forward facing shoulders, and side-facing legs.  Artists used size and shape to represent importance as was done in King Assurnasirpal’s Encampment an Stables.  It was the Greeks who began to add a third-dimension to their artwork.  Greek artists employed shadows and foreshortening to suggest depth.   Another topic discussed by Chase was perspective.  She describes the evolution of perspective used in art ranging from the vanishing-point perspective used by Italians to the isometric perspective used by the Japanese.  Chase once again makes it clear that there is no way “right” way to create art; beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Berger shares a similar view to Chase’s, however, his work “Ways of Seeing” focuses more on the individual viewing the piece of art as opposed to Chase’s focus, the artist who created the art.  Berger believes that modern day art viewers’ perceptions are skewed to reflect what society has taught us of beauty, form, and truth.   Berger also touches upon an aspect that Chase did not mention: technology.  Berger believes that the value of perceived art comes not from what we see, but it’s uniqueness.  He states that technology and the camera’s ability to reproduce copies of art in different sizes “destroys its unique original meaning.”

Art is infinite in meaning, there is no “correct” way to create art or look at art.  The meaning of art is hidden in a combination of what the artist intended to create and portray and what the viewer interprets it as.  Chase and Berger both express different views on how art should be looked at and see, but one thing is constant: art is dynamic, a forever changing entity that is always interpreted and reinterpreted.

Roseann Weick – Mozart’s Letters

The Character of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

             The letters of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, musical genius, to such recipients as friends, colleagues, prospective clients, and family exhibit occasions where one can interpret the composer’s character and ability to relate to others. From his letters, Mozart appears to embody the common idea of the struggling artist who is always lacking funds and time.

The work oriented and driven Mozart was portrayed in a letter addressed to Sebastian Winter, Royal Groom-of-the-Chambers. In this specific letter, Wolfgang thanks profusely for the Prince’s generosity, but also divulges his desire to provide his Highness with “certain orchestrated pieces,… If his Highness would be so gracious as to commission [him], year by year” (229). Mozart is also revealed to be very busy and consumed with his work, as well as a “starving” artist, when he writes to such friends as Anton Klein and Michael Puchberg. In his writing to Klein, Mozart apologizes for his late reply. He exclaims, “my hands are so full of affairs that I can find scarce a minute for myself” (227). When addressing his friend Puchberg, Mozart shows his business ambition and financial shortcomings when he asks Puchberg for money. He apologizes for this but assures he will repay this loan with interest. To confirm his honesty Mozart states, “whoever, lends to me is, secure enough by reason of my character and my salary” (239). He finds himself to be a trustworthy friend.

In his letters to his wife and friend Michael Puchberg, Mozart also reveals a caring and very grateful side. Mozart misses his wife dearly for when he looks upon her portrait he weeps for sorrow and joy. He also expresses concern in light of her health. He proclaims, “look after your precious health, which means so much to me” (240). He also shows unease for his wife’s respect and conduct. In his letters to Puchberg, Mozart also shows his regret and “torment” (243) in asking for more funds. Mozart explains his misfortune in being ill and thus must “beg so shamelessly” (244) for money. However, he professes his thankfulness and assures the good of his friend’s generosity will outweigh the bad.

Also apparent in his letters to his wife is Mozart’s joking and playful nature. When addressing his wife, he uses the pet name “little wife” (241) in his enthusiasm to finally be able to see her again after such a long period apart. He professes how he thinks of her often and admits to conversing with her portrait. When talking to his wife’s picture, Mozart uses such antics and phrases as “Good day, little rogue! pussy-wussy! saucy on! – good-for-nothing!-dainty morsel!” (241).

Mozart’s various letters reveal his character as an eventful businessman, thankful friend, and loving husband. Despite his struggle to obtain money and to find suitable work opportunities, Mozart remained a humble and thankful musical prodigy.

Mozart’s Letters

Mozart’s musical genius is no secret and some of most his famous works include Don Giovanni, Eine Kleine Nachtmusik, and Requiem.  Despite not having received much recognition during his life, Mozart was later recognized as of one of the greatest composers ever.  It is the lack of recognition during his lifetime that, I believe, created the backbone of Mozart’s character.  Though Mozart composed beautiful music, he was often overlooked and ignored, thus driving him to work harder, travel farther, and flatter others, often excessively, just to earn enough to survive.  His character is exposed through some of the letters he wrote to his friends, wife, and potential employers.

A common theme in Mozart’s letter is the fact that he was destitute.  Mozart was the ‘starving artist’ of his day.  Though talented and able to create masterpieces, his letters suggest today that he was living hand to mouth, even though sometimes he was compensated for his efforts.  On several occasions, Mozart pleaded to his friend, Puchberg, to lend him money.  The letters to Puchberg show a person who reveled in excessive flattery and reassurances of honesty and noble character, despite his struggles. Though the relationship Mozart had with Puchberg – his “dearest, best of friends” — is not fully disclosed in the letters, I don’t believe such admiration was necessary to get a close friend to lend money.  But, judging Mozart by the social norms and standards of the 18th century, he could be viewed as an honorable, honest, and polite individual.

Nonetheless, although Mozart’s excessive compliments obtained him funds from Puchberg on several occasions, it is suggested in the letters that he was never able to pay back (243). This invites the question whether Mozart was a man of his word or just a man struggling to make ends meet by any means.  From the letters, it appears that Mozart had a calculated way of asking for money.  First, he reminded Puchberg of their friendship and then he showered his friend with compliments while mentioning what an honorable and honest character Mozart was.  Then, he would impress on Puchberg of what would happen if he didn’t lend him money, “I must abandon all hope of furthering my fortunes unless I can count on the help of a staunch friend.” (246)  In light of Mozart’s multiple and insistent quests, Puchberg might not have had any other choice but to give in and lend money.  Mozart’s obvious manipulation is not a remarkable trait of his morals but may be justifiable light of his dire circumstances.  Myself, I see a man who brushed away his pride via excessive flattery to support himself and his family; just a step below an honorable act.

Mozart’s letters to his wife display another side of Mozart not expressed in the letters to Puchberg and potential employers. In the latter, Mozart seems almost on his knees begging and pleading for money or some form of work.  The letters to his “dearest little wife” show the sweet, tender, and loving family man he was.  Mozart expresses much love towards his wife and family by sending frequent letters rife with tender kisses and all the best wishes. Mozart is clearly worried about the health of his ill wife as well as her fidelity.  He claims he does not care what else may go awry as long as she is “well and kind” to him (260).

One aspect of Mozart’s letter that confused me is his desire to earn money versus the love he has for his family.  On one hand, he travels far from his family to maybe earn some money.  On the other hand, he writes letters to his family from his travels claiming how much he misses them.  Mozart expresses his own confusion on this matter, “the wish, the yearning to see you, to embrace you once more, struggles with the desire to bring home a large sum of money” (252).  Mozart was a passionate man who worked hard and traveled far to earn some money.  His dedication to music seemed to surpass dedication he had for his family, as he was often on the road away from them.  Mozart’s greatest fault was missing out on his family while venturing to earn money but consequently leaving no money to his family when he passed.

Lauren Vicente, Mozart’s Letters

Mozart’s Letters

            The musical marvel, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, has been consistently characterized by his dynamic concertos and opulent operas. The depth of his character, however, fails to be properly outlined by the average observer. In the book Letters of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, letters are selected and edited by Hans Mersmann that depict the struggle of the famous composer. From a need for money to a lack of free time, Mozart seems to personify the “starving artist” cliché. His faith in his music manages to keep him on track, but it is not hard to see the problems that he inevitably faced while trying to compose and prosper.

In his letters, Mozart constantly refers to his lack of time, claiming “[he has] not had time to read [letters] through even once without interruption.” (227) This lack of time seems to be a theme throughout the letters chosen by Mersmann, but the source cannot be determined. Whether pure forgetfulness or a lackadaisical view of social niceties, this trait shows how focused Mozart is upon his work. At one time, he claims it was the “eleventh day” (236) he’d been writing a letter! He seems to be sidetracked by his compositions. His letters are generally about his music or offerings to create music for several productions. Even in his last correspondence to his father, he gossips about musicians and composers. This dedication to his trade is infallible.

It could almost be assumed by the modern musician that Mozart had always received acclaim for his work, but that obviously wasn’t the case. Mozart’s money troubles become very apparent in June of 1788. He starts writing to several people including Michael Puchberg and Franz Hofdemel, claiming to go “straight to the point without affectation.” (237) He asks for sums of money that would greatly help him and even seems to guilt his friends, claiming to “throw [him]self on [their] goodness, being convinced of [their] friendship.” (240) The letters are quite short and devoid of true substance beyond the asking for money and asking for time to pay back the loans. Within the correspondences to Puchberg and Hofdemel, he gives several excuses as to why he does not have money. He uses excuses ranging from a missed payment to just barely being able to get by.

Despite the fact that Mozart seemed to abuse his resources, his love for his wife Costanze runs deep. He tries to protect her from the knowledge of his money troubles, writing that he is “suffering no hardships or inconveniences on this journey.” (240) He constantly sends her kisses and even refers to moments when he “looks to [her] portrait and weep, half for joy, half for sorrow.” (240) In a second letter, he goes more in depth with the ritual he keeps with the portrait, which, despite how romantic he thinks it is, seems very strange. He vies for her attention always and expects her to write him in all of her spare time. The “million kisses” (253) he sends her usually reach her well. He usually mentions their son Karl, but his general concern lies in Costanze.

Overall, Mozart seemed to be a man who was both concerned with his music and his wife. He fell into financial debt for the things he did, but never let himself forget his family. It’s hard to recognize that despite his fame, he could not manage to support himself. The letters that Mersmann chose humanized this musical marvel and helps modern musicians appreciate the work he put into his craft.

Lauren Vicente, Ways of Seeing

Ways of Seeing Essay

            The depth of art and the value of these works have been debated throughout time. One of the fundamental pinnacles of a civilization, be it prehistoric or modern, has always been art and artistic renditions of important places and figures. A hefty question remains for the discoverers of these archives – are things actually as they seem within the paintings or photographs, or are they devoid of truth and tell a more emotional story? Each piece of art, according to John Berger “is affected by what we know or believe.” (Berger, 8) Alice Elizabeth Chase seems to find a slightly different meaning to art, using several examples of cultural art to imply that the artist has full control of what we see. She believes their art is affected by their personal beliefs and those beliefs can be examined and identified. Although these principles seem to differ at the core, both authors feel as though each moment portrayed through art is significant in one way or another to the artist. Each moment captured has a meaning beyond face value since it outweighed every other moment in time that the artist could have portrayed.

In John Berger’s book, Ways of Seeing, it is assumed that all art is significant in that the artist saw something deeper in the moment they portrayed. Cameras, despite their harsh reality, are still considered tools of art because the photographer chose a single moment in the everlasting string of time. Alice Elizabeth Chase finds a problem with photographs, claiming, “people get in each other’s way; one person’s shoulder hides another person; shadows blot out detail…the result often looks stiff and unnatural.” (Chase, 35) The dependence on and flow of increasing technology creates a problem for modern art. By Chase’s standards, photography is not to be considered true art due to the unnaturalness of the products. For future artists, it becomes a challenge to capture something as natural as oil and canvas due to the sheer convenience of photography. A simple click can replace hours upon hours of man’s true commodity: time.

Both authors seem to agree that art is a fundamental part of society, sometimes exceeding the importance of written work. Viewpoints can be displayed in a way that a hundred-page novel cannot begin to express. The impressions of a whole generation to the upper class can be demonstrated in subtle strokes of a brush and even the simplest facial expression or added detail can create a plethora of interpretations.

The meaning of art to civilized society is infinite.  Symbolically, it represents the thought process of an underrepresented voice. Despite differing opinions, art is what the examiner makes of it. It can mean one thing to the artist and a completely different thing to someone in the future. In an age where language barriers are still apparent, art has displayed the perfect means of communication, whether it be between decades, centuries or generation.

Chase, Alice Elizabeth. Looking At Art. New York City, NY: Thomas Y Crowell Company, 1966.

Berger, John. Ways of seeing. London: British Broadcasting Corp. :, 1972. Print.

 

 

 

Anissa Daimally: The Letters of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

The Letters of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

            Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart is regarded as one of the greatest composers who ever lived. Yet, not many people knew the true life that this genius lived. Many believe that he was a rich and famous artist while others believe that he was a workaholic. The Letters of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, selected and edited by Hans Mersmann, gives an insight into his personal life, revealing Mozart’s character and his ability to relate to others.

Mozart was first and foremost a man with high family values. This is evident in his letters to his father, sister, and wife. It was known that Mozart and his father had quarrels and estrangement due to Mozart leaving for Vienna and then marrying Constanze Weber. However, when he received news that his father Leopold Mozart fell ill, he immediately wrote a letter to Leopold asking for news about his health. When his father died, Mozart was hit hard by the death. He wrote to his sister Maria Anna Mozart, consoling her with the news that he will be a brother that she can count on and who will always be there for her in times of grief.

Furthermore, Mozart had an amorous relationship with his wife, as is evident in the colorful language he used to communicate with his wife. He wrote, “I kiss you a million times most tenderly,” and, “Hold your hands up in the air-2999 ½ little kisses are flying from me to you and waiting to be snapped up.” These romantic words were almost always used at the end of each letter Mozart sent to his wife. He wrote to his wife several times when she fell ill. He wanted to make sure that his wife was recovering and to also assure her that he missed her everyday that they were apart.

In addition to being a family-centered man, Mozart was also religious. In his letter to his father, he wrote, “And I thank my God for blessing me with the opportunity (you understand me) of coming to recognise Him as the key to our true blessedness.” He believed that death was the true goal of life and that the image of coming to God was reassuring and consoling.

Also, Mozart was immensely occupied with his work. In his letters, he revealed that he did not have a minute to himself. For example, he was not able to complete a letter in a short time; instead, one letter spanned over several days. His work separated him from his family since he had to travel to numerous places conducting and composing his symphonies/operas. In several of his letters, he expressed his longing to see his wife, but he could not because of his work schedule. Although his letters portrayed him to be a workaholic, Mozart refused several offers to make a fortune to secure money for his family. Instead, he wanted to serve the Imperial Court in the city of Vienna.

Despite being known as a successful composer, he did not live a financially-secure life. It seems that he was very frivolous with his money, since he had to ask for loans several times from friends. In his letters, he was shown to ask Michael Puchberg for a loan numerous times. Each time he asked Puchberg, Mozart coaxed him, saying that if Puchberg were a true “brother” or friend, he would lend Mozart the money. Mozart said he was trustworthy and would be able to repay the allowance. This, however, proved to be false. Mozart was unable to make enough money, or the money he did make was spent on other expenses. Consequently, Mozart was buried in the “common grave,” with few friends attending his funeral. He left his family penniless, forcing them to beg the Emperor Leopold II for money and care. As said before, Mozart refused many offers to make a fortune. I believe his refusals were foolish and that he should have wholeheartedly accepted the proposals. His pride and his frivolity with money essentially led to his downfall.

Even though Mozart died a financially-poor man, he lived an amazing life. He composed many successful operas that are still known today, such as The Marriage of Figaro and Don Giovanni. He left behind a legacy in music that many composers to this day still admire.

Ashley Haynes: Mozart’s Letters

Peeling Back the Layers into the Real Man

         A man truly ahead of his time, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, has been the man to music that Shakespeare has been for literature. Although only living for a brief thirty-five years, Mozart would go on to compose six hundred works ranging from operas, concertos, symphonies, and chamber music to choral music. All of which, even centuries later has been just as prominent then as they are now in such well known movies as Seven Pounds and Dinner for Schmucks. His famous works including Don Giovanni, The Magic Flute, his no.40 in G minor and no. 41 in C major aren’t just facets of the past to be known and simply forgotten.

Yet, although being known, as one of the greatest composers of all time isn’t a sordid title to say the least, there was more to the man than his gift as a musical genius. Mozart was a genuine, altruistic, humorous family man and friend who was able to relate to others. This man, the uncensored Mozart was best exhibited in his famous personal letters.

In his numerous letters to his wife, Mozart was simply like any other husband in his longings to be with his wife instead of away working on music. In letters 115 and 138 through 140, he wrote about his yearnings to know if his wife thought about him every waking moment as he did of her. Was she as overcome with emotion in dealing with the temporary separation as he was? She was always his rock that he could physically turn to be with. Yet, when he was away he could only just put pen to paper and express his feelings of being with her and kissing her, a reality tough to swallow. Therefore, when he went a long lapse of time without writing her, he expressed his guilt. Being away from her and his family in an effort to be a provider and follow his passion wasn’t easy. “I have often thought of traveling farther, but whenever I tried to force myself to decide to do so, the thought always came to me how bitterly I should regret it if I were to separate myself so long from my beloved wife without certain prospect of success, and perhaps quite fruitlessly”. (Letter 129)

In his letter to his father, Mozart showed his compassion. He wrote about his fear upon hearing that his father wasn’t in good health and how much he had longed for his speedy recovery. He voiced that knowing his father was ill made him greater appreciate waking up to see a new day no matter if he was old or young. He just wanted to know the truth when it came to his father’s health, good or bad because he wanted to know how he could help.  He wanted to know so that he could be a good supportive brother to his sister and obedient son to his father.

In his letters to his friends, Mozart showed equal humility. He wrote with regret in Letter 117 for not having responded in a speedily fashion because he knew if someone took the time out to reach out to him, the least he could do would be to respond in a readily capacity even if he was busy. When he was in need of money, he wasn’t afraid to ask and admit that it would take him some time to pay off the debt but that he would pay it back with interest. He expressed why he was rather brief in letter 118 to a friend due to his worry over his wife’s health. Mozart had a sense of courtesy because he knew life was not only about him alone. As a result, in subsequent letters he spoke of his pleasant excitement in simply hearing from fellow companions. “The conviction that you are indeed my friend, and that you know me for a man of honour, emboldens me to disclose all my heart to you, and to make you the following petition.” (Letter112)

Then above all, Mozart showed his light-hearted sense of humor in his one hundredth and thirty second letter. He wrote about a home set up for his wife having Goldhahn quarters similar to the one used by the butcher. Then if such weren’t available he would prefer something near the baths. He essentially knew what he was asking for was ridiculous but still proceeded with the letter. Mozart wasn’t ashamed to be blunt about what he thought of by writing it down for others to read. In his exact words he said “this is the stupidest letter I have ever written in my life”.(letter 132) Yet, I believe such a trait made Mozart one of the greatest composers by allowing him to just convert the music he conjured in his head to pen and paper.

Subsequently, I now realize it is only truly through his letters that one could fathom the true embodiment of Mozart as a complete person. Mozart wasn’t simply a musical genius. Mozart the uncensored man was a fun, light-hearted compassionate person like you and I who just so happened to be gifted as well.

 

Deanna Maravel, Berger and Chase Comparison

What is art? No two people are going to have the same definition.  Just as one says that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, the same applies to art. While one person might be confused by an abstract painting, another can easily spot the meaning within. Art might take on different forms and meanings, but the key is always in the perspective of the viewer. In their respective novels, both John Berger and Alice Elizabeth Chase discuss the different ways we look at art and how we come to these different viewpoints.

In her novel Looking at Art, Chase discusses the perspective of early artists. From the very beginning, humans used art based off of sight. Some of the earliest art pieces were maps of landscapes made by the ancient Egyptians. In fact, most art in older times was primarily of landscapes. The Romans did it out of sheer appreciation for the natural beauty of the world around them, whereas the Chinese used the landscape to depict a form of reverence for their gods. Artists began to set up a sort of formula for painting landscapes. Early art became very methodical, until they realized art is so much more than what you see. It is a combination of what you see and how it makes you feel. It became, and still is, a picture of sight that holds the power to evoke emotions and sense memories, which brings the reader to a more modern view of art that Berger discusses.

Just like Chase, Berger claims sight is fundamental to our understanding of the world in his novel Ways of Seeing. We can see and feel things before we can put them into words. He claims though, that we don’t just see things as they are anymore. We look at how everything works together in a larger picture with respect to not only the objects within the picture, but also in respect to ourselves. Berger also claims that images are just are just our way of reconstructing something seen in the past. An artist’s creation is a reflection of how they see that image. When we look at an image or painting, we study every aspect about it before we draw conclusions from it. We look at when it was created, what was going on in the world at the time, who made it, etc. We change our current perspective to fit that of the artist’s. So art is not a representation of the physical world, but a more holistic representation of how we see things.

As perspectives of art shift, so do the techniques used to create it. Chase describes how early art did not account for accuracy in the details. For example, drawings of buildings or of people did not show distance changing within the scene. It was very one dimensional, until artists began to focus on the relationship between the image and the viewer. The Middle Ages brought forth the idea of a vanishing point, which the scholars of the Renaissance expanded upon through the study of architecture. It allows for the viewer to get the impression that the picture moves together towards a central focal point.

Berger focuses less on the techniques used to pull the viewer into the painting and more on how the viewer relates back to what is depicted in the image. He discusses how the detail of the background of the painting correlates to the values of the people of the time. In the Middle Ages, the more objects that surrounded the central figure, the more he or she owned. It was a sign of wealth. He also discussed how women in pictures are objects to the viewer. They pose in the way that will look best to the person looking at the photo. It is more about the signs of detail that speak to the viewer as opposed to Chase’s argument that the viewer is pulled in by the realistic shapes within the image.

There is no set way in which someone should look at art. Art is all about perspective. However the artist sees the world will affect how he or she will choose to represent it. Early artists saw the world just as it was, so that was exactly how they chose to draw it. As they developed a more complex understanding of the world and how we see it, so did their drawings. Art is an area in life that is constantly changing and will continue to grow, but how we choose to see it is a decision we must make on our own.

Roseann Weick – Chase & Berger Comparison

Art novelists Alice Elizabeth Chase and John Berger discuss in their respective novels, which share similar and different opinions, the idea of viewing art and the artist’s and viewer’s perspective when observing art. In Looking at Art, Alice Elizabeth Chase describes the idea that artists must confine what they see to the limits of his or her own canvas and the artist’s purpose in painting. John Berger states in Ways of Seeing his feelings on the impact of photography on appreciation of art from the past and the viewer’s understanding when looking at art.

Alice Elizabeth Chase details in her novel, Looking at Art, the ideals of viewing art and the artist’s perspective when transcribing his art. In her book, Chase describes the concept that artists must confine what they see to the limits of his or her own canvas. The artist must then use his eyes to see and convert his observation into man’s feelings and thoughts about the subject. Such artists the author delved into, such as the Egyptians, Chinese, and Ancient Romans, used their art medium as a way to document how the world exists at the present moment, in their own eyes. For example, an artist paints a landscape and details the aspects of the entire scenery to what he deems necessary for his artwork to be a success.

John Berger states in Ways of Seeing his feelings on the impact of photography on appreciation of art from the past. He regards the meaning of art as how viewers perceive it at the present time. The author feels that the introduction of new technology, such as the camera, and the capability to mass produce a piece of artwork, takes away from the original meaning and value behind the creation of the piece art. Berger discusses that photography of artwork prevents the audience from seeing the true nature and meaning of the original piece of artwork for it is merely a copy and not the original.

Alice Elizabeth Chase and John Berger regard perception of art differently, in that they believe the meaning or perception of art comes from different eras. Berger does not view the idea of perspective as confined in time as Chase does. Chase follows the notion that the meaning of a piece of artwork is in the eye of the creator when the painting was first completed. Berger deems the thoughts about and main purpose of a piece of work now lies with the beholder at any given time, such as the viewer at present day.

In their respective novels, both artists do see eye to eye regarding perception of multiple individuals and space. Berger understands whether it be observing a photograph of a piece of artwork or viewing a painting in person, each individual focuses his or her attention on one aspect of a painting. From that, a person may interpret the meaning of piece of art differently than someone else. Chase grasps that in painting landscape artists capture a large span of scenery and viewers still hone in on specific aspects. The two also notice a parallel between time and place. As Chase points out in Looking a Art, landscape painting was very popular in early art done by the Romans, Egyptians, and Chinese. And so in this era, artists become very scenery oriented. Berger finds a parallel when discussing the 15th century and the sudden importance in the tradition of celebrating personal possessions in artwork.

Anissa Daimally: Looking at Art

Looking at Art by Alice Elizabeth Chase is a novel about the way artists view the world and artwork itself. It discusses how art is ever-changing, varying between different cultures over time. In addition, Chase explains the different techniques of artists to represent space and human action.

In Chapter 3, Chase comments on the difference between a non-artist’s view and the artist’s view of the world. Ordinary people, he says simply look at a landscape and conclude that “objects nearby are big and clear, their colors bright, while those farther away seem smaller, fainter, and more blurred.” This is because they are only looking at the surface, not really grasping the energy/feelings that nature sends. Artists, on the other hand, observe the world in a very different way. Instead of just glancing at nature and believing what their eyes are seeing, they provide a new take to the picture. They express what they see through their artwork. Chase exemplifies this idea by delineating the contrastive ways that artists have viewed the world over the years. For example, the Egyptians painted landscapes as a map, recreating each detail to inform the viewers of where everything is. The Greeks used nature to just provide a setting for human figures. For the Romans, nature was used as a means of escape; their paintings of nature were created to provide an illusion of stepping into another world. On the other hand, the Chinese and the medieval artists looked at landscape as closely related to God. “One seems to be looking at something very precious: the serene perfection of God’s world.” As time passed, the landscape became the center of the painting, while the humans were just merely incidents. “Man with his myriad activities was merely an incident in a great and beautiful world where his daily routine, his joys and griefs, were relatively unimportant.” Landscape, however was not always important. In the United States, many artists disregarded the potent of landscape and just used it as a background. However, after the United States gained its independence from Britain, settlers became proud and desired to display their beautiful country. Artists also began to realize that their artwork was more than what they saw; it was a way to release their thoughts and feelings to the world. Instead of just recreating what they saw, great artists began to alter their paintings in order to present their ideas. One great example of this was Paul Cezanne’s “Mont Sainte-Victoire.” His painting differed from a photograph taken of the very same scene. His painting evoked feelings of domination that the mountain possesses. Conversely, the photograph showed an unimpressive view of the mountain. By presenting their own perspectives, artists have shared with viewers a new way of visualizing art, whereby they, the viewers, can sense the deeper aspects of nature.

In Chapter 4, Chase informs her readers about the many different ways that artists represent space. For example, many artists used the profile system and overlapping to represent people in action. These techniques were practiced by ancient Egyptians and the Mesopotamians. The Greeks were more advanced, including the use of shadows to emphasize depth in space. Through their accurate foreshortening and shadowing, the Greeks were able to provide artwork that showed people in the third dimension. Another technique that was used to delineate the way how things look is the vanishing-point perspective. With this technique, artists were able to portray scenes how they actually look to the eye and not how they are actually supposed to be. For example, a railroad’s tracks appear to come together in a distance. By using the vanishing-point perspective, the artist is able to show the railroad how a person would look at it.  The Chinese and the Japanese use the isometric perspective, also known as the Oriental method. In this perspective, parallel lines do not meet at a vanishing point but continues parallel. This method is very useful to architects, since they would be able to see the inside and outside of a building. “It becomes clear that there is no “right” way to represent space. Each of the systems we have looked at has points in its favor. Vanishing-point perspective is what we are used to…but there are things that can be shown more truly by another system.” While there are many techniques on how to represent space, there is no actual “right way” to do it.

Overall, Alice Elizabeth Chase explains the evolution of art and the different techniques of representing space. Although there are varying techniques adapted by different artists, each method has its own advantages.

“Looking at Art” summary

In Looking at Art by Alice Elizabeth Chase, an artist must constrain himself to the limits of the canvas and thus he must limit the details of the landscape to his own interpretation. This interpretation significantly depends on the artist’s culture and background, his time period, and most importantly, the feelings on what he sees. Chase in Chapter 3 incompletely describes the evolution of art among different cultures throughout certain periods, and then in Chapter 4, she explains how artists from these periods tried to include as much information as possible in their paintings.
According to Chase in Chapter 3, landscapes from different cultures used their own standards of creating such works of art. Ancient Egyptian painting had simple shapes and symbols, rather than an accurate portrayal of the view. The rectangular-shaped pond drawn as a rectangle and the zigzag lines as the ripples portrays such simplicity. Roman landscapes featured scenes of nature coupled with legendary heroes or figures. On the other hand, the Chinese landscape suggested the moods of man and the concept of infinity to be most important. Chinese landscapes were meant to be read in episodes as in a book and their variation came from the shade of black ink and type of stroke.
Chase also mentions the conspicuous differences among the arts of the Flemish (northern) and Italian (southern) Renaissances and the medieval time period. The backgrounds in early medieval paintings were flat and gold, but as time progressed, artists grew interest in the secular world around them. In Italy, landscape was an accompaniment to the figures and story, while in Flanders, the landscape in the background was just as important as the story. The incredible “perfection of God’s world” had to be shown in Flemish paintings. The Dutch in fact adored the countryside and the sky.
Furthermore, the techniques of creating art greatly became more sophisticated over time. The modification of tones and the use of shadow evolved during the Renaissance, and as landscapes grew in popularity, artists developed a formula of light and dark areas to appeal to the eye. Such a formula led to the increased number of brownish landscapes in eighteenth-century Europe.
According to Chase, appeal and desire became major factors in determining popularity of different types of art in the nineteenth century. Englishmen ordered landscapes of real estates and pioneering artists, especially in the United States, painted the landscapes of the forgotten or unknown countryside. “Starry Sky” and “Mont Sainte-Victoire” were simply two paintings of landscapes characterized by the painter’s feelings and ideas that were flowing through his or her mind.
According to Chapter 4, artists of different periods used different methods to describe what is happening in the painting. Ancient Egyptians made the human figure into a map and accompanied their painting with hieroglyphics to describe the plot. In both ancient Egypt and Mesopotamia, scenes created on walls often simplistically portrayed people, focusing more on the daily activities of man. At a palace wall in Nimrud, an artist suggested depth by overlapping and importance by size. The ancient Greeks also used a similar profile system on their pottery, but that later was replaced by a system in which bodies were drawn to indicate the third dimension. Chase further mentions that the modeling in light and shade can first be credited to the Greeks.
Afterwards, Alice Chase discusses perspective and how people in ancient times were not concerned with it, even though they must have observed it. It was not until the Middle Ages or Renaissance in which vanishing-point perspective was suggested. Artists then decided to look at perspective and vision scientifically. Albrecht Durer came up with a system of drawing lines for small objects at a comfortable distance. Other Renaissance innovators were amazed by perspective and foreshortening and thus tried many experiments. By the end of the seventeenth century, the art of perspective was mastered in Europe. However, the Chinese and the Japanese use isometric perspective, in which the parallel lines continue and do not come together at a vanishing point. In the isometric view, the viewer can see both the inside and outside of a structure.
There is no true way to represent space, according to Alice Chase. Vanishing-point perspective is what Western cultures are accustomed to and is more accurate in terms of what the eyes see. However, other systems more accurately show other features than vanishing point does.
Alice Elizabeth Chase has made essential points, worth mentioning, about art. However, she fails to mention other cultures around the world and how they have portrayed art. She focuses more on the art of Western civilization, and only briefly mentions the art of two ancient civilizations in the Middle East and two Oriental civilizations. Her knowledge is either incomplete or has purposely left these other civilizations out, such as African or even Native American civilizations. She overemphasizes space and only mentions art on a two-dimensional surface. Chase leaves out three-dimensional art, such as statues. Even vastly decorated edifices can be considered art to some. In her discussions, Alice Chase limits herself to only a few perspectives of art.

Kristy Timms – Medieval Poem

The Dream of the Virgin by Bolognese master Simone dei Crocefissi”

From mine life of monotony I falleth,

Mine eyes fail as I journey forth to a new world,

A world of adventure, promise and mystery

A world like nothing I know

 

I come alive hither, as I step forth,

My heart opens to the freedom I findth

In the hundred, streams of morrow and valleys of eventide

I verily breathe away expectation,

 

The demands of perfection no longer bind me,

My reeve is not known by all,

My fortune and inheritance not envied,

I am me, aye, who I am is who I am,

 

Anon to distrain I am pulled again,

Mine eyes flutter open and

The truth settleth in,

Nay, ‘tis life I leadth, ‘tis life I partake.

Kristy Timms – Chase and Berger Comparison

John Berger, in his book and documentary “Ways of Seeing” delves into the history and influence of art, and how the work has transformed. “Looking at Art” by Alice Elizabeth Chase has a similar intention, as it outlines the importance of perspective and the formation of interpretation throughout time. These art critics and novelists portray a similar message concerning the value “seeing” art, yet through the use of different examples.

Berger states that “The act of seeing is active; it is an act of choice.” From this is cast the idea that everyone sees things differently, as everything is open to personal interpretation and influence. The more technical aspect of this action is broached by Chase, who says, “It is not possible to limit vision to any one scientific scheme. We have two eyes, we move our heads; we shift our glance; we walk around. What is exactly accurate for a single eye fixed at a point is not accurate for the restless human eye.” The notion that not only the way we see something, in the physical sense, but the way we really “see” something in an influential way, differs is noted by both these authors; something which has been developed through time and experience.

Another aspect to consider when thinking about art, and its appreciation is to note the time and era in which the piece was created. Chase comments that, “If the modern spectator finds himself a little bored by the painting, it is partly because taste changes. Today we seek something other than superb technical skill.” Taste does not just change from individual to individual, but corporately as well, as artistic periods form; several noted by Berger: renaissance, impressionists and cubists movements.

With the vast options of seeing and interpreting, the artist is also able to showcase his work in such a way to highlight or focus on specific areas which he would like the spectator to notice. Although photography is the most realistic form of art, Chase comments that “Representing things in this way may not be true to what the eye sees, but it often shows what is going on better than a photograph could.” Artists often change their idea of realism in order to pin point a certain matter or issue which the artist would like brought to attention. In the same breath, the majority can form a meaning or interpretation, as Berger notes, “When images from the past are presented as works of art, their meanings are obscured by learnt assumptions such as beauty, truth, form etc.” Without the conscious knowledge, everyone approaches art with preconceived notions or ideas.

The fantastic thing about art is that we in are no way constrained to our perceptions, but we can rather change or broaden our reaction to different works, as Chase articulates, “New ways of seeing, can sharpen our perception, and can give us a deeper and ricer sense of the relation of nature and man.” From this, stem endless possibilities.

The freedom of interpretation in art is not just available to the spectator, but even more so the artist. Within her essay, Chase hones in on the art of landscapes, and notes that  “The scene is not a “view” at all, but a map, ” giving the artist complete freedom, as “ways of looking at it and painting it vary even more.” Even since the earliest recorded landscape, Chase states, “The landscapes were never real but rather the fanciful imaginings of city dwellers who think of the country as a bright and happy world remote from turmoil.” This again reinstates the endless view and interpretation of art, for both the artist and spectator.

Unlike Chase, Berger focuses on the nude, and its development through history, and the specific fact that it was created for the audience. Through the use of nudes, not just the way the painting is seen, but also how women are seen, is noted by Berger, “The nude reveals how women have been seen and judged as sights.” He develops, “To be naked is to be oneself. To be nude is to be seen naked by others and yet not recognized for oneself. A naked body has to be seen as an object in order to become a nude.” The nude has ben created with the purpose of pleasing the viewer, Berger states that “The surveyor of woman in herself is male: the surveyed female. Thus she turns herself into an object – and most particularly an object of vision: a sight.” In this instance the artist creates from a place of bringing pleasure to the spectator. With this in mind, the artist brings importance to the pieces of his work he thinks the spectator would most like to notice.

In his work, John Berger plows deeper into the dangerous world of commercial art, a debate which Chase prefers to steer clear from. Berger deploys the idea that “What determines an image’s value is not its meaning or quality of painting, but its uniqueness.” His dislike of photography, not the art, but its ability to copy any image, he believes detracts from the idea that art is sacred and completely unique. Berger also touches on the fact that commercial art has become so prevalent and ever changing in the world today. He also notes the emptiness of publicity and advertising and how it is a false promise. The idea that there is always more, always better. The envy that stems from this glamour, which is all rooted in instant gratification, often dilutes the importance of art and its effect. Berger then makes an interesting link between oil paintings and publicity; the private property, value and important owner-quality of it all. He also plays on the thought that this theme is intertwined into every area of our lives, “Money is life . . . in the sense that 
it is the token of and key to every human capacity. The power to spend money is the power to live.” Most importantly, is the “divorce from reality” which both oil paintings and publicity share; the idea of “what he is and what he would like to be.”

Alice Elizabeth Chase and John Berger both address the importance of “seeing” with regards to art. The artist’s perspective and intention, the viewer’s response and the influence of the work are all tackled. Chase and Berger use different examples and eras to make their point, yet the common idea that art is a vessel open to appreciation from people in all walks of life, roles and society, both spectators and creators, is evident.

 

 

Stephen Walsh: Summary of Ways of Seeing

Summary/Analysis of John Berger’s Ways of Seeing

         In general terms, it might seem that “looking” and “seeing” are synonyms, are interchangeable terms used to describe one’s perception by the eye. But when it comes to art, the two words could not be more different. To look at something is to glance at it, to notice a few details here and there; in other words, looking at something is superficial. Seeing a work of art, on the other hand, as John Berger implies, means not just to observe it, but also to understand it, to go beyond the surface and delve into a world nonexistent to the “looking” eye. As the title of his book denotes, John Berger has mastered this art of seeing art, so to speak, and goes to great lengths to describe not only how seeing has evolved throughout the years, but also the nature in which certain subjects (primarily women) are seen in the art world.

In the first chapter of Ways of Seeing, Berger discusses how we see art differently today than we did in the past, and it’s all thanks to one burgeoning institution: technology. Traditionally, paintings, just like the human eye, are stationary and static: they’re only in one place, at one time. But the advent of the camera throws this one-dimensionality out the window. When it focuses in on a work, a camera reproduces it, rendering it available in any size, anywhere. And for many people, this “anywhere” is in fact in the context of one’s own life. For example, in the past, da Vinci’s “Virgin of the Rocks” might be seen in a Renaissance art gallery, alongside some other similarly-themed pieces. But now it can be seen in a million different places, in any room, with any people, on a laptop or a TV or a phone or a poster. Stillness has been replaced by portability, immobility has been supplanted by motility, and it’s all thanks to the reproductive nature of the camera.

And while one might think it beneficial that works of art are now so readily accessible, the truth is that this new technology-driven reproduction of art makes each piece’s original meaning more ambiguous, and “destroys its unique original meaning.” Take again the example of cameras, which are able to easily manipulate by movement the naturally silent and still paintings. By focusing on certain parts of the painting, and ignoring others entirely, it shows the audience what it, or the person controlling the device, so chooses; it can crop and cut and edit and censor as it pleases. Berger uses the example of Breughel’s “Procession to Calvary,” which can be manipulated by the camera to show only characters and situations that seem religious in nature to give off the impression that the painting is a pious one, when it, in fact, is not. Thus the camera tells us what to see, what to look at – privileges and powers that ought to belong solely to the artist.

In the third chapter of the book, Berger discusses the nature of how women are seen in art, an oft-negative portrayal he asserts is due in large part to patriarchy and misogyny. And the primary offender of this sexist view is the nude painting. A woman is, in the culture of privileged Europeans, deemed as nothing more than a “sight,” an object that exists solely for the pleasure of the male audience. And what better way to please the men than to show them in their most innocent, vulnerable state: clothesless. “Nakedness,” Berger asserts, “is a sign of her submission to the owner’s feelings or demands” (p.52).

Indeed women are often portrayed in art to be subservient to men, a quality that is even evoked by the facial expressions of the women in subject. Whether looking at a traditional renaissance oil painting or a contemporary photograph, when it comes to women in nude art, there is almost a universal look on a woman’s face – it’s one, as Berger states, “of responding with calculated charm at the man who is looking at her.” She’s almost always looking out at the man whom she is to serve, the man whom she exists to please, and letting him know that she is his, and only his. Take for example Von Aachen’s painting, “Ceres and Cupid.” Behind the naked woman is situated what appears to be a male lover, but her attention is certainly not directed towards him. Rather, her head is turned around, is turned towards her “true lover,” the spectator. Additionally, in many paintings, nude women are often portrayed as indolent and lethargic, shown sitting or resting or doing anything conducive to inactivity. This is because women were supposed to feed an appetite, to satisfy the desires of their superiors – not to have any of their own. Indeed, women’s expressions and sexuality needs to be downplayed as much as possible so as to emphasize the male sexuality, to assert that the man is the important one, the man is the one in control.

Lucy Snyder: Berger/Chase Summaries and Comparison

John Berger opens his book, “The Ways of Seeing,” by saying that seeing comes before words. It seems obviously true when we think about children looking around them growing up or speaking face-to-face with someone. However, once our seeing translates into thoughts, it is distorted for several reasons. First, the way we see is affected and altered by what we know from the past or believe in. Second, when we look, we are making the choice to see. Usually this choice revolves around us. What we see, we want to relate to ourself. Seeing an image, as opposed to an original, contributes to this distorted seeing. An image is a reproduced sight or appearance. It is completely detached from its original place in time and is placed somewhere it does not belong. When we see an image, assumptions we have learned in the past take over and we can draw fewer conclusions. Each person has a different perception of art, and this idea is captured in the phrase “eye of the beholder.” Many artists had the intention to address only one single spectator, in many early cases, a religiously observant one. With the invention of the camera, the viewer has less imagination and so does the artist (or photographer). In order to see what is there, the person has to physically be there, and though it is not necessarily accessible to everyone, photographs are not unique. Art is more imaginative and is an art form itself, being used as home decoration and acting as a way to show off possessions. Reproductions of artwork change the meaning of the art based on its context. The viewer incorporates what is seen around, before and after a piece of art into its meaning. Certain points of history are considered in the thought of pieces of art, making them timeless and showing that nothing has changes. However, this is clearly not the case. A loss of respect is evident because art of the past exists differently now.

A large part of art is the objectification of humans, and specifically women. When a woman is portrayed, it is her own attitude toward herself that is shown. Her presence shows what can and cannot be done to her. Everything contributes to this- the background, her gestures, the brushstrokes. On the other hand, a man’s presence in a painting is established by his promise of power. He says what he is capable of doing for you or to you. Though his presence could be somewhat superficial, it still sends the masculine message across. In general, Berger claims that women “appear” and men “act” in their paintings. A woman is seen as a subject by a spectator, and that ideal spectator is a man. This subject has one of the most influential effects on perception. Women appear in paintings without clothes, but Berger also claims there is a difference between them being naked and nude. Naked simply means they are not clothed, they are bare and not in any disguise. Therefore they are exposed to others. However, it is also familiar because there is no mystery or hidden anything. Nude is the true art form, though, and has been conventionalized.

As mentioned earlier, painting in some periods of time represented wealth and were a way to show off possessions. Oil paintings expressed a view of life. They were put in homes the same way furniture decorates an apartment and displays unique objects. However, these oil paintings represented the interests of the ruling class at the time. Though this dominates over lower classes and those lacking commodities, the value of these oil paintings creates an equality of objects as it used as a commodity. It is real, tangible and represents the visible possessions one might have. Berger refers to the oil painting as an “imaginary window open to the real world.” Created to view the real world again, it shows we are obsessed with the material world.

Finally, Berger discusses the publicity of images. We tend to thing of these as advertisements but a lot of images in paintings all send a message that try to change our thoughts or actions. This sounds like propaganda. Public images are continuously made up-to-date to accommodate changing peoples and times. Though they are changing, they do not speak of the present, but rather either refer to the past or speak of the future. They are explained as benefitting the public and therefore the economy and therefore our society, offering free choice, though it is not very free when the choice is offered within a limited realm of one thing. Public images show transformations in other people who aren’t real, but show real situations that the artist wants to instill in the viewer. Public images are meant to change the consumer society to envy the people featured in the art, change them in a way that they think their life will be improved, they will earn more money and become happier and more popular and more beautiful. It is different from the oil painting because the viewers are buyers, not simply spectators. The message sent is to become the person in the advertisement in the future (not in the present).

Alice Elizabeth Chase discusses the art techniques that different cultures have used over time to send a specific message across, where Berger mainly discusses the perceiver and what they see in a painting. While they both agree that the artist has intention, Chase discusses how this intention comes across in the painting or image.

Chase, agreeing with Berger, says that the camera records the way things look. In other words, it is what it is. However, she says an artist is representing something and so they have to make choices to depict subjects if they want to make it seem like reality. Tools like coloring, shading and perspective help contribute toward or take away from the realism of a piece of art.

The realistic pieces of art each have different purposes. In many cases, it is illustrating a story or poem. Some times, even a writing accompaniment is supplied to fulfill the prose. Together, they give the viewer a perception. Different cultures consider different subjects more important for different reasons. Landscapes were popular and were portrayed in many different manners to portray a message or culture or heritage. In medieval times, artists wanted viewers to see the presence of God and religion.

The painting techniques Chase discusses make the reader and viewer consider the importance or insignificance of certain objects and certain ideas. For example, the position of objects and people either in the center of the frame or near the edge show their importance. Small figures versus large figures also send the clear message of dominance or lack thereof. Intimate views show love, dramatic colors are used to emphasize something or a theme, modification of times create illusions that send messages of continuation or exemplify something. Paintings of houses using color in the nineteen century were shown to possibly display possession, ownership and wealth. Patriotism is a theme that can come across in artwork using these techniques. The things people want to see are reinforced art-wise and therefore reinforce patriotic values of that country.

Artists recording what they see requires incorporation of their emotions and thoughts. These are shown through the brushstrokes and other artistic techniques. The techniques used to emphasize objects can be historical or patriotic but also can show what the artist thinks is important to his or herself. They send their messages of personal feelings on a topic through their artwork as well.

As time went on, artists realized that the realistic portrayal of certain scenes was not accurate and was difficult to attain. However, alteration of color and disproportions shown in profile views of people changed over time. Artists first began using space representation to make an emphasis or exaggeration, as well as light and shade. The main development was in perspective, as artists began to use more diagonal lines and convergent lines to make their images appear more closely to what the human eye sees. Study of this art makes the images more accurate more recently. The distortion is unconscious if not intense because our minds just fix it and make the proper adjustments. However, a camera’s photographs can still distort our image based on depth and angle.

Roseann Weick – Medieval Poem

The Unicorn in Captivity (from the Unicorn Tapestries) http://www.metmuseum.org/Collections/search-the-collections/70007568

Ye ole’ steward oft swoon for sweet maiden,

May she doth not care for he as he for her.

She proclaimed, “make leave, sirrah, for I love thee not.”

Young fool, unawares of fair lady’s declaration, bid

Ye maiden “prithee, we meet thither, near yonder fields?”

 

Lovely maiden ne’r heard poor steward’s request.

He decreed, “I will see thee anon,” and off he fled to

The meadow oft filled with the sweetest of flowers.

Daft fellow awaited ye chaste lass in blissful blindness,

Ne’r wise to see his love would not follow.

 

As fair damsel dwelled in stronghold,

Gleeful steward remained in yonder field and queried,

“Verily, it is so my love doth forgot. Methinks not cruelly and I

Shall await upon her arrival.” And thither ole’ naïve boy sat for

Ages to come. In splendid state, in love, attending fair maiden.

 

Deanna Maravel, Medieval Poem

 

Initial A with Scenes of Easter, 1320, by Nerius (from www.metmuseum.org)

T’was the Sunday after the most unfortunate day,

When Jesus’ soul returned to heaven to pray,

But His body remained on Earth to stay.

 

Three women approached in a state of gloom,

Only to find an angel waiting in His tomb,

With no body left but a wonderful perfume.

 

“Fear not dear women,

Back from the dead,

He has risen again!”

 

In disbelief, they rushed back to town,

Where along the way, they stumbled into Him in person,

And at His feet, they threw themselves down.

 

At the sight of their Saviour, the one they adored,

The despair and pain in their hearts were pared,

And their faith and love was once again restored.

Victor Rerick, Analysis of Ways of Seeing

Analysis of Ways of Seeing

 

In four groundbreaking episodes, John Berger’s Ways of Seeing traversed several centuries of European painting history in an attempt to challenge the traditional conceptions of artistic meaning, expression, and value.  While the majority of the episodes focus on detailed Renaissance-era paintings, Berger’s ideas are hardly archaic.  He challenges the common notion that art is inherently valuable regardless of when, or how, it is viewed.  Berger asserts that while art can portray numerous ideas and meanings, ultimately, it has lost its original intended meaning.  The greatest cause of this reduction in artistic meaning is a seemingly unlikely culprit, the camera.

While used for a plethora of purposes, many of which carry artistic implications of their own, the camera ultimately has a greater affect on the art that came before it, than the art that has come after it.  The ability of the camera to instantly copy an image, mass produce it, and transport it around the globe in a matter of seconds has, in Berger’s view, degraded the beauty, meaning, and value of said images.  As technology continues to progress, the process of artistic replication increases in scale, and does so at a more rapid pace.  Television, a direct offspring of the camera, now allows millions of people to view the same image at exactly the same time.  This happens regardless of their physical proximity to the other viewers, and to the original image itself.  The benefits of such technology are obvious; increased knowledge, awareness of certain events, and the ability of people around the world to share their common interest in art.  But the reproduction of artistic works has one detrimental effect.  Artwork, especially Renaissance paintings, is created with specific attention towards the manner, and the physical location, in which it will be viewed.  To exemplify this, Berger demonstrates how the iconoclastic paintings inside of religious temples acted as a way of recording the “memory” of the building.  These paintings could only be viewed within the context of the sacred building in which they were displayed.  This added a certain reverent connotation to each painting, and they became a respected, even integral, part of the religious experience.

There was a point in history, when the entirety of Vincent van Gogh’s artwork could be viewed in only one location. Now, getting your hands on a copy of Starry Night, or any of van Gogh’s lesser-known work, is only a click away.   It can be purchased at countless museums, seen on television, or viewed online whenever a consumer desires.  Of course, there still remains only one original painting, but replications of this famous piece are readily available in a variety of formats, textures, and locations.  This means that what is arguably the most famous painting in the world is rarely viewed by two people in an identical context.  This, Berger laments, is because “perspective centers everything on the eyes of the beholder”.

 

Until relatively recently, human perspective has always been limited to what the eye could view at a single moment in time.  With the advent of cameras, television, and video, humans can now see, view, and hear things that took place at a different time.  Perspective is no longer confined to time.  Paintings are no longer confined to a single physical location.  This causes distortion in the perspective of the viewer.  Now seen in a new context, perhaps accompanied in a book by text and advertisements, paintings carry a different meaning.   They have been distorted by their surroundings.  Sometimes this amplifies certain aspects of the painting, but often it nullifies its original message.

Berger is not solely obsessed with the concept of art reproduction.  His insight into artistic perspective branch off from the general to the very specific.  He delves into complex discussions of specific aspects of Renaissance oil paintings.  He continues his discussion of perspective, by introducing nude paintings as an example of how perspective is often deceiving.  Initially, paintings of females in the nude appear to be pictures of women in their most natural form.  But Berger argues that nudity itself is another mask beneath which humans can hide.  He asserts that being nude is “to be seen naked by others and yet not recognized by oneself”.  Nude artwork revealed a male dominated culture in which women’s sexuality was pacified so that the sexuality of the male viewer would appear larger in contrast. Nude artwork demonstrated the sexual structure of European society, and juxtaposed the supposed innocence of being naked with the true intentions of the painters, which were often selfish and sexual.

Ultimately, Berger finds that even the expert commentaries of art historians can muddle the meaning of a work.  This affects the ability of the viewer to appreciate the work in his own context.  The context of the critic is forced upon the viewer. The viewer’s thoughts and emotions are cancelled out by the perspective of the critic.  Berger found that even young children are able to recognize complex details in a painting, and the aid of a trained art historian is unnecessary.  But still, this same critic can lend valuable insight towards a painting.  Information about the painter’s lifestyle, income, sexuality, childhood, and death can all enhance a viewer’s appreciation of art.  Berger is not blind to these benefits. He admits an ambivalent stance towards the way perspective is being radically changed by new technology.  He best summarizes this view when he observes that, “the camera, by making a work of art transmittable, has multiplied its  possible meanings, and destroyed its unique original meaning.  Have works of arts gained anything from this?  They have both lost and gained”.

Victor Rerick Poem

 

As the daylight breaks,
The hammers of blinded workers quake,
The foundations of our small world doth shake,

But who doth know,
How high these towers shall climb,

How long they will stand,
Built not of clay, brick, and sand,
Built not with unified heart, but with mis-guided hand,

Will they cover this great expand,
Between cloud,sky,and land,
Between God, beast, and man

 

Joaquin Palma: Medieval Poem

Christopher and the Infant Christ

Halt the Night

On a dark eve with’n the ploughland
A young villein and the child of a childwite
Found coarse to the death whispers of day
Where the crenellation on the crenal woth

Ever-so the childwite child cheer’d
Whilst the villein suppered frumenty
However though doth the two encounter
Hundredweight pack of wolves
Feigning life on thy pair
Timid to parchment not be so

Quick thee villein tract to plackart
Sending thy child to belfry salvation
Life lying lowe on the berm
And retrieving the blazon from border

What hath thou done to merit so?
Perchance the bodkin has not in thou favor’s been
No essoin to be assured in aversion of sou
Like villein like childwhite child
Dimless and lightless for God-given beams
Tesseract on a kindred firelight

Like light of the storm
And ferocious homage to the hilt
With strongest strike of merlon
Thy villein pierce thy heart of savage beast

On course to passage then resumed
Across the pole and beyond thee pontage
Reverence to the God and almighty being
Thy villein retrieve thy sallet
In honour thee sheriff present fifty sovereign
And in safely pavise contained
Thy childwite to thy child stood again

Lucy Snyder: Medieval Poem

 

The men travel down

a long and windin’ path

until they have reach’d

the toiling work their god wreaked wrath

 

Hack away at th’bricks

they do build high into tow’rs

churches, dwellings

und’r their king they cow’r

 

He stands facing outer

the entrance to his masterpiece open

the guests enthralled

say they “O, to go inside we’re hoping'”

 

Royal palace town

royalty atop the peak

serfs th’ way down the hill

vassals lying to not be weak

 

Bluest sky, fair clouds

o’er the fine village

Bring the grains and corn

until ther’s spillage

Ashley Haynes: Comparison between Chase & Berger

Looking vs. Seeing Art

         Art can be the expressway of one’s feelings through a canvas or the reciprocal image of what one may see from their vantage point reproduced. One individual’s viewpoint on art may vary vastly from another. However, no matter what one person may take from an artwork, art can be accepted as a universal language. Art allows people with different ideologies to strike up common ground when discussing their respective takes on something.

Two individuals who had contrasting viewpoints as to what constitutes an artwork were John Berger and Alice Elizabeth Chase. In both of their respective books, John Berger and Alice Elizabeth Chase emphasized the point that the first way in which an individual understands art is through looking. We see then we use words to describe what is present. However, the two differed in their views as to how the invention of the camera came to affect art as well as what makes an artwork unique.

In Ways of Seeing, John Berger was completely anti-camera in the sense that it took away the uniqueness of an original work. He felt as though the camera isolated “momentary appearances” and thereby rendered away an artwork’s true meaning. The camera enabled artworks to be taken out of the place it used to reside and where the work’s original meaning was best conveyed. People no longer traveled to works of art with high frequency when it become possible for it to come to them.

For example, since paintings were allowed to appear simultaneously on people’s television, depending on the area around the television, two different meanings could be derived. If a family saw an image of a flame on their TV and their house was cold; this image could mean heat and warmth. On the contrary, if a painting of a flame appeared on the TV in a family’s house that was already warm and very religious, such an image could remind them of hell and how people burn for their unrepented acts of immorality.

Berger essentially constituted art as being a work of authenticity. He emphasized on the importance of the little details such as the people and their expressions being paramount. When describing the difference between naked and nude, Berger didn’t focus on describing the background. Rather that in a nude artwork, there is a female on display, bearing herself and the hairs on her body with her attention directed at the viewer.

On the other hand, in Looking at Art, Alice Elizabeth Chase reasoned that the camera didn’t take away from the original image; rather, it conveyed exactly the way things look. She reasoned it was easier for a camera to capture a view as compared to an artist who has to map out a way to illustrate the wide and distant elements from a given point of view since in a landscape everything isn’t necessarily on the same plane.

With a landscape, Alice Elizabeth Chase found that it was one of the most important subjects in art in its ability to reflect the moods of man and the infinity of God. For example, as described in the third chapter of her book, although the event of the Baptism of Christ is only incident of the forefront of the image as stated, such didn’t lessen the importance of the landscape in the backdrop. Through the landscape, one is able to see the presence of God through the nature in which he help made just as much as one is able to see Him through his son’s baptism.

Conversely, although photography has it pitfalls as stated in the fourth chapter of Looking At Art because certain elements can be blocked out by another one present in the view. Chase doesn’t look at this as a way to denounce photography but as a way to show how artists have more of an advantage in producing images in the way that they can use lighter and darker shades to contrast different objects. Then, to contrast different perspectives, they can simply make things increase in magnitude as the object comes towards the viewer.

In essence, Berger took the perspective of how a viewer of art would see something. Chase took the perspective of how an artist would look at something then reciprocate it. As a result, they each garnered different takes on different artistic elements not because they necessarily define art as two separate entities. Rather, both Chase and Berger just examine it from two opposite perspectives.

 

Ashley Haynes: Medieval Poem

The Baptism of Christ, ca. 1480–1490
Pupil of Veit Stoss
Cracow

Christ

Christ the Son of God kneeling upon his knees,

His cousin John baptizing him anew:

The most innocent renewing His purity;

Rising away sins unknown,

Simply one of the many who have come to be reborn.

 

The River of Jordan celestial waters bringing about endless new beginnings:

People from far and near,

People old and young,

Coming to repent in all their humbleness.

 

Reasons be it unknown to the delegation around,

Inside each soul, intentions accounted for.

Testimonies need not be known but to the one it belongs.

 

Christ such a prodigious figure,

Leading by act rather than His usual spoken tongue,

Showing the need for all to realize:

We all have our moments of faults,

Yet such doesn’t mean we can’t ever be forgiven.

 

Make haste, make haste,

To be like Christ, to be the exemplum.

Our time yet limited,

is like an hourglass of a millennium.

Andrew Zagelbaum: Ways of Seeing

Andrew Zagelbaum

Professor Graff

The Arts in New York City

September 19th 2012

 

 

Through Ways of Seeing, John Berger uses art to portray his inner thoughts and opinions of his surrounding world.  My take on the title of the book is that there is, in fact, multiple ways of seeing.  Yes, there’s the typical, using your vision to see what is directly happening in front of you, but there’s also so much more than that.  Art allows us to see not only what’s happening, but also what has already happened, or what will happen.  Art is both fiction and non-fiction.  We can see facts and true events, but you can also see opinions and feelings.  Only through art can you physically experience what another person may be thinking without being with that person.

In Ways of Seeing, you will find a chapter that consists of only pictures of women.  The first one, being a woman standing in a kitchen full of pots and pans.  This, I assume, is supposed to represent the over exaggerated view on what women are.  In the background of this, you can see pictures of other women who look to be more well off than the woman cooking, but it is assumed that the woman in the picture is a representation of most of the female population.

Next you’ll find a woman of class sitting in a car surrounded by people.  This picture, to me, represents the potential of a woman.  Where as in the last picture you see an average woman surrounded by those better off than her, here you can find a high end woman surrounded by those beneath her.  Just outside her car window, you can see two women just waiting to catch a glimpse of her.

Moving forward, we find two naked women with a very plastic sense to them.  I’m still unsure whether these women are real or mannequins, but regardless, this picture shows the potential beauty of an artist.  Behind the two women, a figure can be seen and while it is unclear what he/she may be doing, it seems as though he/she is painting something.  Perhaps he/she is trying to capture the beauty of these two women and represent it in a picture of his/her own.

Later, we have a woman in an exquisite dress, capturing the eyes of three high class men.  Here, we see not only the potential beauty of a woman, but the power behind this beauty that she holds.  Three men are distracted by the figure that lay in front of them, and yet this contradicts the first picture we explored.  The woman is no longer a figure of work and labor, but now she is above the men, capturing every last piece of their attention.

Lastly, we have two pictures of women side by side.  One of which is standing the rain, while the other sit there having her feet pampered.  To me, this shows two extremes of a female presence.  While in the first picture, we see a very natural, rough portrayal of a woman; the second picture shows us a woman beyond the elements.  Both are clearly beautiful women, but for different reasons.  In regard to the woman in the rain, she has natural beauty.  She can be seen as a self made woman, one who reaches a certain potential without the help of others.  The other woman, however, can be seen as a woman coming from riches.  The beauty she holds is more of a clean look.

Through out these various pictures, we were able to both compare and contrast different women in what they represent.  Without physically seeing these women in person, we were able to have a grasp on what their life styles are like.

Anissa Daimally: Medieval Poem

The Assumption of the Virgin by Bernardo Daddi

Yon followers of Jesus look for the blessed Mother,                                                               Yet she is nowhere to be found.                                                                                          Has thou died?

Nay, the Almighty has taketh thee to the heavens.                                                           Whole body and soul ascended to the sky,                                                                             While sitting in a chair being carried by the angels.

The bright sun shines behind her,                                                                                     Illuminating her divine presence.                                                                                           As the blessed Virgin gazes adoun at her people,                                                                  Her face stoic, a stick in hand,                                                                                              Ready to serve as the mother of mankind.