BARBIE 12/31/23

L. Margot Robbie  R. Ryan Gosling

Just finished seeing the overblown, overhyped film Barbie - I tried twice before and had to turn it off - I was so repelled - so tonight I decided to attempt again to see it through to the end. Hooray - I did just that and alas my original perception was never challenged as Ideas and even musical numbers were flattened out as if steamrolled into their hairline dimension by a Gerwig/ Baumbach screenplay. 

 Sure the graphics and costumes are cute and so are the Barbies and Kens, but this is a shallow, cliched movie - using war-between-the-sexes "word-speak" language to talk about the faults of a Patriarchy vs. the strength and beauty of a Matriarchy both of which are portrayed with pure Hollywood glitz. "Stereotypical Barbie" acted by Margot Robbie is as stereotypical as the film devoid of any emotion. The movie characters are plastic, smoothed to the touch physically, and leveled to the ground like talcum powder.

 I was a Ryan Gosling fan but jeez in order to see him again I will have to erase his loopy KEN performance from my mind's eye. 

 If this is considered a "feminist film" I would re-evaluate what people think Feminism is today. Is it PINK?

KATHARINE KUHARIC EXHIBITION "THE FOLIATED ROOM" AT PPOW GALLERY

                        Katharine Kuharic at PPOW

THE FOLIATED ROOM 12/15/23 - 1/27/24

Cenotaph, oil/linen, 40x60inches, 2020

I spend days walking around looking at art and am rarely inspired to examine what I see. Rarely do my flitting eyes widen becoming a leash tightening around my neck pulling me towards work transmuting into a face-to-face intimacy as I closely examine what so attracted me. My taste is very broad as I am not frozen in one style - artworks must bleed a presence that exudes sensitivity and individuality resulting in beauty - be it a shout or a whisper that touches my gut and conscience. Always a rare occurrence but Katharine Kuharic’s exhibition will be affixed to my memory.

I walked into PPOW Gallery and I saw color - closely hued tonalities from a vast spectrum of pigments - some were complementary colors, but so closely hued that I thought of Gauguin and his flattening of space through disparate colors creating lyrically harmonic paintings. Once I got close to the work I saw the camouflaging of imagery done with a hand that was so delicate that I became lost in the patterning. Kuharic’s touch is light and fragile but always sensual as if she were tenderly wrapping her fingers around the subject matter - be it foliage or hidden birds waiting to emerge through time and our apprehension of them.

Like her early paintings, mortality is a constant theme intertwined with the awareness not only between growth and decay but how climate change further impacts our Universe. In some recent works, beautifully painted realistic images of a kitten - no longer obscured - come to the foreground gazing at us with a wistful gaze as if to question what we the caretakers have done to our sacred land. Often black and white birds float in the sea of color like witnesses to the defilement of nature’s beauty. And yet these paintings have an optimism akin to the sublime radiance of jewel-like treasures.

Burst Forth, oil/linen, 10x8 in. 1993

Perch, oil/linen 12x9 inches, 2023

Sentinel, oil/linen, 60x40, 2021

Tangle, oil/linen,14x11in. 2023

Virginia Creeper, oil/linen, 16x12 in. 2023

Tabernacle of Tears, oil/linen, 40x60,2019

Detail: Tabernacle of Tears, oil/linen 2019

Detail: Tabernacle of Tears oil/linen 2019

ARTISTIC PRECEDENCE IN "OLD MASTER" PAINTINGS

I often go to see great “masters” for reasons that are not about beauty, innovation, transcendence, etc. but rather to find their “mistakes”, slip-ups, sloppiness, laziness, and pure incompetency that reinforce my idea - especially in regard to representational painting - that NO ONE is a “perfect painter”, even if all the art history books say so, and declare that those old guys and gals achieved excellence. Ingres is a great example - beautiful drapery with noodle fingers delicately placed on sumptuously painted fabrics.

Too many years of teaching and developing my eye cannot be shut off when I “eye” major exhibitions - So here goes with the terrific - yes still terrific - Manet/Degas pairing show at The Metropolitan Museum of Art.

There are many images here and some paintings are wonderful just as they are, and I include them. Manet knocked out Degas in the 3rd round but Degas still got in some punches not that there was a competition though the Met might have handled it that way - making them competitors thematically. Manet has a luminosity and serpentine hand that can dance and punch its way around a canvas. Degas is softer - these oil paintings show why he loved pastels so much - they began crisp and became fuzzier around the edges as he developed - blending into the background. They both employ narrative and in my opinion, could have been edited….but alas I was not around almost two centuries ago.

With these photos (which include wall labels and details) I apologize for being too lazy to edit or remove the glare to peak culmination, I show some of the painting gaffes that distracted me. Manet loved to smush out a toe and fingers here and there; Degas would allow a pant leg to be as flat as an ironing board; canvases were literally torn /sliced away from the original works and I believe Manet just got too bored to finish up the less finer point of a piece. Also interestingly Manet was not afraid of using dark tones in even the whitest of draperies, but rarely would he model a person's particularly a woman’s face with darker tones. so some of his greatest depictions of women are very pale and delicate. The exception is a great Berthe Morisot portrait.

I loved seeing the show - don’t get me wrong - but I also love to search for the eccentricity and the humanity in the work.