Monthly Archives: November 2013

Towards the MoMA we go!

The Museum of Modern Art.
It’s quite funny how we keep mentioning and reference this museum, and I haven’t been there before! So it’s quite a journey and an experience to be at the MoMA.
Entering this modern building and dropping off my supposedly too large backpack, I turned and faced towards the entrance of the MoMA. I was greeted with this exhibition:
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It was strange. It was awkward. Yet if you didn’t focus on the exhibition, the objects and the floor didn’t seem that out of place. The “spacemen” almost created this feeling of being in space, as if you were in space and visiting the MoMA. It was strange stuff, but I’m sure this is what “modern arts” is all about.
I made my way to the second floor, where something like a movie was just about to begin. I sat down, and was greeted by a myriad of black and white pictures. It faintly reminded me of Rorschach test, these “inkblots” were open to interpretation. I sat there confused, not knowing what to expect.
And then I was greeted with the main character:
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He was nameless, but the story around him was fascinating. His roommate who lived him, in contrast, was well groomed and respectable. The main character was impulsive and disorganized. The main character is tortured by being unable to leave, placing all the blame on the roommate. Was it justified? The roommate pointed out that he was free to leave whenever, and that the main character was holding himself back. The main character lashes back that it was his roommate who twists his words. It was like watching a ping pong game, the ping pong bouncing back and forth. The roommate even tried to make a move on the main character when he was at the most hysteric. Who was right and who was wrong, I really don’t know. But the film did an excellent job displaying the conflicts we often have in our lives.
The film was made by Mark Kelly, titled “Extracurricular Activity Projective Reconstruction #1 [A Domestic Scene]).This was 1 out of 36 film projects he intended to create, all of them centered around the gaps created by suppressed memories.
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It was certainly a once in a lifetime experience trying to piece together the main character’s life, and I’d highly recommend checking that exhibition out when you’re (hopefully) back at the MoMA!

5Pointz Destroyed Overnight

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By now, news of the destruction of famed graffiti mecca, 5Pointz, has been spreading through social media platforms like wildfire. As of Tuesday at 7 am, the 5Pointz that Long Island City has been known for is no longer. All through Monday night, paint crew employed by the owner of the 5Pointz building painted over more than 12 years of graffiti street art with white paint. Just like that, a long-standing New York unofficial landmark was destroyed without a trace. This paint undid the artwork of over 1,500 artists who showcased their artistic visions in arguably one of, if not the top, street art melting pot in the history of graffiti.

With that being said, when I first heard of the news a couple hours earlier, my first thought was “Wow, the owner actually did it–he destroyed 5Pointz forever.” The first and only time that I saw 5Pointz in all its glory was back in mid-October, when I went there with Karen for her research on her digital archive project. At the time, I wasn’t aware of the real impending danger that 5Pointz was facing when I walked along its colorful walls and breathed in the lively air. You may not believe me when I say this, but the atmosphere really is different over there. Graffiti artists creating massive artworks with aerosol spray cans, perfecting each and every stroke of paint–it really made me feel like a part of the creative, real, and artistic side of New York.

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The day that I was there, I had the great fortune of meeting one of the artists hard at work painting her self portrait onto her canvas. Hailing all the way from Paris, France, Doudou spoke with a heavy French accent as she tried to explain to me and Karen what she was working on and her artistic vision. She had come here to New York City to show her artwork to the world. Although we didn’t understand much of what she was saying, I could feel that she was very passionate about her art and the fact that she was painting on the famous walls of 5Pointz, months before its doom.

At the time, rumors were already circulating about the demolition of 5Pointz, so we were there right in the nick of time to catch the last of this true graffiti mecca. Still, I can’t help but feel angry about the destruction of 5Pointz. Essentially, the owner chose money and personal gain over the importance of art–especially art as monumental as those in 5Pointz. At the end of the day, I feel for those who were planning to see this landmark; I can’t imagine how they felt when they discovered freshly painted white walls instead of the imaginative and creative artworks of artists from all over the world.

This goes to show that beautiful things don’t always last forever, so we should appreciate things while we can. 🙁

New York Times Article on 5Pointz Destruction: http://www.nytimes.com/2013/11/20/nyregion/5pointz-a-graffiti-mecca-in-queens-is-wiped-clean-overnight.html?_r=0

–Joanna Huang

Balthus, Dendur, and Washington, Oh My!

The Metropolitan Museum of Art has always been a personal favorite of mine. Having already been there several times before for high school projects, I had always thought of it in an academic sense (I had one teacher who made the class go on a scavenger hunt in the museum). I never really thought of going to the museum as something that one could do for fun as a pastime. Through our recent trip there, I discovered a newfound perspective of museum-going. Walking through and looking at all the exhibits can be a sort of therapeutic and relaxing experience especially when you’re with friends.

My group, which consisted of Alex, Karen, Nick, and Professor Eversley, wanted to view the Balthus: Cats and Girls–Paintings and Provocations from the get-go, but the journey to get there actually might have been more fun than the exhibit itself. First of all, my horrible navigation skills got us lost for a while, but on the way, we got to walk through many interesting exhibits, including the Egyptian Wing, the American Wing, and the European Art Wing.

The Egyptian wing was pretty interesting, especially the Temple of Dendur, where the entire hall is lit up by the sunlight to create a really relaxing and nice atmosphere. The light beautifully emphasizes the structure in the middle–a piece of the Temple of Dendur from Egypt. On the past trips that I’ve made to the Met, I never realized that the structure was not complete. Some parts where the original pieces could not be found were substituted by plaster molds to create the temple that we see today in the Met. I think it’s very impressive that archaeologists are able to reconstruct a whole structure using only fragments from thousands of years ago.

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After visiting Egypt, we walked through the American Wing and saw some monumental paintings of the colonial period. I noticed some of the same paintings that we had seen in the Brooklyn Museum on the “Macaulay Night at the Museum” event, namely the portrait of George Washington and the famous “Washington Crossing the Delaware.” I was momentarily confused, because I thought, there can’t possibly be two of the same painting, right? That was before I realized that some of the paintings displayed in the exhibit were copies of the originals hanging in the Brooklyn Museum. Before this, I thought there was only one copy of each painting–guess not, huh?

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When we finally got to the Balthus: Cats and Girls exhibit, I was so excited to get to see the works of this artist that Professor Eversley liked. Little did I know, the focus of this particular exhibition was of Balthus’s works centering around his obsession of young girls and cats. The first ever picture I saw of Balthus’s was titled, “Therese Dreaming,” and features a young girl, around the age of 11, lounging with one leg standing up on the chair, leaned back with her eyes closed, and arms on her head. This description might paint a relaxing Sunday afternoon scene in your mind, but that was not what Balthus’s interpretation of the scene turned out to be. I was shocked at the sexualization of this young preteen girl, whose undergarments were clearly and noticeably visible as the center focus of the painting. To be honest, I was a bit shocked that this piece, which was considered  child pornography by some art critics, was viewed as fine art. This first work that I saw essentially gave me a blunt introduction to the artistic vision of Balthus and desensitized me so that I was able to view his other artworks with this newfound piece of knowledge and exposure in mind. The other works in the exhibit were pretty interesting as well, but I still found myself shocked by the themes displayed in the first painting.

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Overall, the spontaneous trip to the Met was fun, and allowed me to see what I hadn’t noticed before. I found the simple act of walking and wandering about the exhibits to be such a relaxing and fun experience that I’m thinking about going to the museum more often in my free time! Special thanks to Professor Eversley for giving us so many fun facts and insight to the artwork!

—Joanna Huang

MET Review

It was by chance that I happened to come across the work of art I enjoyed the most. The initial plan was to visit the Sackler WIng and move on from there. The Temple of Dendur is always such an amazing sight to see despite it being so familiar to me. Every time I came to the MET, I would make my visit to the Temple of Dendur, it defined what the MET was for me. Whenever anyone mentioned the MET, the Temple of Dendur was the first image that came to my mind. After I took a large number of pictures of the Temple of Dendur and its surroundings, however,  I decided that this was not what I wanted to focus in on for my review. As magnificent and grand as it was, I felt it was be too popular or well-known. Thus, I went on my search for a piece of work that would pop out at me and say ‘this is it!’

Browsing through a number of different wings and exhibitions, I felt that I was done. It was by chance that as I was looking for an exit, I found the Autumn Landscape by Louis Comfort Tiffany. Famous for his favrile glass works, it was an amazing sight. Louis would use iridescent art glass for his works, which was different from other artists. This is because the color of the glass was not only on the surface, but actually embedded into the glass itself. Its bright lights and wonderful scenery was definitely a sight to behold. The bright lights behind the glass that so wonderfully displayed the different colors of the glass really amazed me. However, I wonder why the wooden frames were built on top of the glass and not around the work on its borders. I felt that the wooden borders were distracting and took away from the richness of the scenery.

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The MET

One of the first things I noticed during my past visit to the MET was the beauty of the building itself. The entire museum is renowned as one of the biggest art museums in the world and the amount of detail that went into constructing it was really brought to my attention. A lot of the people who visit the MET often go to appreciate the main art work that is inside and being displayed. Some of the work may be displayed for a period of time and then be moved but, there is one form of art that has remained in the structure since it was built; the architecture and design that went into creating it. The high vaulted ceilings, the multiple pillars, and various designs that are everywhere through out the building truly caught my eye during my past visit. Having been founded in 1870, the Metropolitan Museum of Art has not only become an icon of New York because of the quality of the art work inside but also because of the independent grandiose and opulence of the structure. Stretching for basically an entire city block the MET is something that catches the eye of anyone who walks by it. It stands out for its size at first and then for the amount of detail that went into it. Once you go inside it also truly does not disappoint and maintains a high level of quality as you walk around inside.

Much in the same way art galleries are made to be completely white in order to highlight the works being displayed, the MET acts in a similar fashion by exhibiting various art works in a work of art to reinforce and essentially create an aura supporting the artistic and historical importance of everything in the room. While walking through out the MET through the hallways and large arced entrances into each separate section it became very clear to me that many people go into the MET not only for the art being displayed but for the actual structure where they can appreciate and gaze in awe. One of the main rooms that I had walked into was displayed statues that were large in size but in comparison to the height of the vaulted ceiling with intricate designs etched on to the surface made them look relatively small. Other rooms displayed pillars that were huge in size but still managed to look small when I looked left and right upon the openness and space of the area.

As I walked outside and down the steps in front of the MET and turned around the pillars that were part of the structure looked surprisingly similar to those that I had seen inside. Of course this is because of the incorporation of different styles of architecture that were used in creating the MET, but isn’t that the point. To display art in such a place where it can really be appreciated for what it is. After doing an in depth analysis of architecture in New York I now have another structure to site whenever I talk about architecture as an art.

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Nightly Nature

My favorite type of art is natural art. It’s ironic because my grandparents always took me to national parks as a kid, and I absolutely hated it. I hated hiking, I hated nature trails, and I hated views. And now that I look back, I realize everything that I’ve been missing.

Since I’ve been skiing for over 10 years, I’ve been to enough mountain resorts; summits and have seen some incredible views. And every Sunday night I come home late so I don’t take the crosstown bus; instead, I walk through Central Park and come across some pretty sights.

Don’t be afraid of the night, but if you fear anything bad is about to happen, just be a fast runner! I joke. Just admire these two pictures with me of deserted Central Park at 11 PM.

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The MET

For some terrible reason, my phone did not save the photo I took of the little description of this painting. So I’ll take on an explorer role and analyze everything I can about it, because that’s exactly what art is all about.

To be honest, I’d been walking around for about twenty minutes prior to seeing this painting and nothing caught my eye. Everything in the MET is beautiful in its own unique sense, but I’m different in my tastes and I began realizing that as I continually struggled to find any one piece of art all that incredible. Then I saw this painting. I slowed down and began my depiction. Why is there one lone cloud in the middle of the sky? The horizon line is beautifully drawn, and every single detail of the houses is captured. There seems to be a clocktower; this might be exclusively European. Perhaps Italy, I’d say Venice? To combine a city feel with such a bustling hub of ships as the exclusive trading method puts this scene in a late 18th century, early 19th century environment for sure. Behind the most intriguing building (which somewhat resembles a mini-castle) in the middle, there is a church with a dome. Obviously this is European, now that all the details fall into place. The next thing I wondered is why a handful of the bigger ships seemed raggedy and broken down. Had a storm just hit? Was a storm imminent? To go back on my one cloud thought, I began realizing that the sky was a fair shade of grey, but there was obviously enough sunlight for the traders to see, and they didn’t seem to be going anywhere. Thus maybe a storm had just passed.

If I had the money, I’d buy this painting and frame it in one of the main rooms of my house.

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Spontaneuous Trip to the Met

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I’ve been to the Met many times but every time I go, I see something I hadn’t seen before. This small sculpture of a baby caught my eye because i have a strange obsession with babies and dogs. The marble sculpture is named Sabine Houdon and was made by her father  Jean–Antoine Houdon in 1788. From the intricacies of the carving, the relationship between artist and subject is sensed. The details of Sabine’s softly tousled hair and the gentle folds of skin around her armpits show that the artist knew every detail of her little body.  He understood the fragile skin of an infant and carved the hard marble bust in a way that the viewer can imagine how Sabine’s gentle skin really was. I think it’s a very interesting concept that when you look at something, you can  tell who made it by the details seen.

Graffiti Decoded

I see graffiti everyday day, multiple times a day on the streets of New York. But there is a reason why this one needs to be discussed. First of all, I saw this and wanted to keep walking past it. However, I couldn’t, and eventually I came back to take a picture of it. The word written here on the garage is, from my understanding, ‘brethren.’ Gangs use graffiti to write messages demeaning one another. Most of the time, the language is coded and hard to decipher, and then when people come to interpret it in English, the meaning is usually a negative one. That’s not exactly the case with this word. The person writing the word here had something positive to say, about gangs in general. I felt like the message he/she tried to put out there was ” Hey! Let’s all just stop the violence, and think about what it is that we’re doing out here. Because in the end, we’re all brothers, or ‘brethren’. That’s what counts.”  Not only is the message in the word important, but also the style and handwriting of the person who spray-painted this garage. Isn’t that an art? You see, I always look at graffiti, and sit there trying to decipher the codes, but this time I think I’ve really done it. By the way, I should’ve wrote this earlier, but whatever: I saw this right outside of our school, somewhere between Park and Madison Avenues. All in all, I love the way this thing was written, and the possibility of it addressing the same meaning and definition I came up with thrills me as well.Brethren

Its all Greek to Me!

The truth is, I was planning on writing about the armor room, which is really cool and makes me want to watch “A Knight’s Tale” again. But first I walked through the Greek/Roman area, and I was really struck by it. I guess it’s a really big contrast from all the art we’ve been doing recently, because one thing that really struck me was how formal everything was, as opposed to everything we’ve seen this year which works to give off the impression that its informal and undisciplined (obviously a ton of work went into all of them). And I think the rooms were designed to highlight that effect. The high ceiling kind of gives off the feeling that you’re in some kind of important government building (part of that is because most government buildings in America are based on Greek/Roman architecture, but that goes back to the impression that Greek/Roman art represents formality).
In every field that has accepted standards of doing things, there will be innovation that pushes against those rules and eventually the rules change completely (For example, in the NFL passing the ball was frowned on back in the day. Now everyone passes all the time because they have to in roder to keep up). The art world is no different. In Ancient Greek art where the norm was formal and relatively simple (although part of the simplicity is artificial; it has something to do with the fact that all the statues have lost their color and are plain white), the innovator had to push the boundaries of that formality, as did every successive generation until we have so much abstract art today. I really got a kick out of seeing where all that came from in the Greek collection.