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I have to admit, I’ve had a bit of a crush on Chicago for a long time. Not because it’s cold or windy, or for any of its sports teams. I’m not a fan of deep dish pizza; hot dogs gross me out for the most part. Al Capone is pretty big to speak of, I suppose, but mob ‘outfits’ strike me as excessive and silly. One positive note thus far: I’ve heard amazing things about O’Hare International. Oh, and since the Chicago Fire of 1871, the city rightfully boasts superior urban planning.

Pablo Picasso, Woman with a Helmet of Hair, 1904.
Gouache on tan wood pulp board, 42.7 x 31.3 cm.
The Art Institute of Chicago, Chicago.

So what is it that has me perpetually itching to check out this mid-western city for an indeterminable period of time? I’m pretty keen on the people – they’re all kind and witty, they don’t take themselves too seriously, and they seem to hold the mid-western charm sans dopey accent. And perhaps the entire east coast could stand to have a bit of that rubbed off on them.

Pablo Picasso, Daniel-Henry Kahnweiler, 1910.
Oil on canvas, 100.4 x 72.4 cm.
The Art Institute of Chicago, Chicago.

More, most importantly, really, the art and cultural scene hold their own when it comes to other large American cities, which I will not specifically name, but I’m sure you can guess which I mean. Chicago was the first to open its arms to exhibitions of Cubism, Surrealism, and all of their strange yet beautiful friends. Even Pablo Picasso, who never once even stepped foot the United States, dedicated a statue, one of his last I might add, to the city of Chicago. The Art Institute of Chicago is responsible for 350 of Picasso’s pieces. I wouldn’t call myself a Picasso enthusiast, but that’s a rather serious collection to speak of.

Pablo Picasso, Man with a Pipe, 1915.
Oil on canvas, 130.2 x 89.5 cm.
The Art Institute of Chicago, Chicago.

Anyone interested in catching the next flight to Chicago? We can rendezvous in O’Hare and split a Chicago-style hotdog. Who knows, maybe the Cubs will be spectacular this year. While we wait for that to happen, we can visit The Art Institute of Chicago’s Picasso and Chicago exhibit, on through 12 May 2013. If the flight is too much of a change for you, dig into Picasso by Victoria Charles for a parallel look at his life and artworks.

-Le Lorrain Andrews

Asia: The mystery of the Orient. Exotic people, exotic clothes, and exotic food. Parasols under cherry blossom trees. Staggeringly beautiful pagodas with highly delicate ornamentation. People who are short of stature, but high in courtesy. Humid jungles. Roll upon roll of luxurious carpets. Fragrantly perfumed air enveloping crowded market stalls. A medley of spices waiting to be unleashed.

OR

Asia: Hot. Humid. The short, staccato clamour of horns punctuating the incessant drone of traffic. An acrid stench of mingled fumes and durian pervades the air. Masked and hooded figures driving with abandon, giving rise to the adrenaline rush of death-defying acts of crossing the street. Street food at every corner, same same, but different. Low prices. Highly caffeinated shots of coffee; essential to keep the average visitor awake and alert to this perplexing and enticing setting.

A child and a buffalo, returning from the rice fields

So which is it? Which is the real Asia?

Well, I can honestly say that both descriptions accurately fit the bill. There is nothing straightforward about Asia. Contrasts and contradictions meet you at every turn: surprise and incredulity, victory and defeat, joy and despair. These are all emotions that the average person may experience (and sometimes in rapid succession) upon setting foot on Asian soil. But through it all, a ray of curiosity shines bright. A people, ready to learn and to change, quick to welcome, and quick to share: this is my impression of what has been called The Orient.

It is astounding to me that in the aftermath of such pain and destruction that this part of the world has so recently faced, that human resilience is what shines through the brightest. Not only resilience, but tenacity, the foresight to educate, and above all, hope. Hope for a better future, for a higher destiny. I see this in the focus on schools, in advancing economies, and in the adoration in the eyes of a child’s grandparents.

Poklong Anading
Counter Acts, 2004
Chromogenic transparency in lightbox, 228.6 x 365.8 cm, edition 3/3
Courtesy of the artist
Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum, New York

Art is another example of how this region of the world is challenging both self-imposed and outside perceptions. In particular, the ongoing exhibit at the Solomon R. Guggenheim museum showcases contemporary Asian art, looking deeper at the cultures of the countries within the continent than the politics and geographies which embroil them.

The Guggenheim’s exhibit: No Country: Contemporary Art for South and Southeast Asia is ongoing until the 22^nd May 2013. If both New York and Asia are a little too far away, why not browse through Jean François Hubert’s book The Art of Champa?

Whilst Shiloh Jolie-Pitt is perhaps one of the most famous tomboys of her generation, and in no way likely to become BFF’s with Suri Cruise (if I am mistaken, I will sincerely apologise to everyone involved), it’s very likely that she’ll one day embrace a girlier side of herself. Brad and Angelina, watch out, she’s going to be a handful!

Whilst I was no great girly-girl as a child, I was certainly no tomboy either… I left that to my sister. But, I had a certain fascination with tomboys in stories – I envied their ‘go get em’ attitude, and self-sufficiency. I mean, Jo was everybody’s favourite in Little Women, right? Enid Blyton’s George in The Famous Five was far more interesting than Anne! As much as I love Cinderella and Aurora, Mulan gets an A+ in the ‘go get em’ department! One more quick example to prove my point: In George R. R. Martin’s Game of Thrones, Arya Stark is the clear favourite. She’s brave, she’s feisty, and she is certainly no doormat.

John Singer Sargent
Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose, 1885-1886,
Oil on canvas, 174 x 153.7 cm,
Tate Gallery, London

This is proof, if ever there was need, that tomboys have been in vogue ever since the 1940’s, when The Famous Five was first published, if not before. It is this idea of childhood, and especially girlhood, which the Memphis Brooks Museum of Art is preparing to explore. The 19^th century was a time when society and cultural expectations were changing… girls were beginning to be heard as well as seen, and the idea of what a girl should be and the expectations her parents had for her was also undergoing a process of change. The exhibition of these different artistic depictions of girlhood harks back to a more innocent time of life and, in fact, perhaps even a more innocent age.

John Singer Sargent
Portraits of Edouard and Marie-Louise Pailleron, 1881,
Oil on canvas, 152.4 x 175.3 cm,
Edith M. Usry Bequest Fund, Des Moines Art Center, Des Moines

Be that as it may be, I for one am very glad that I grew up when and where I did. To have the luxury of the freedom of choice of tomboy-hood or not, to have much wider choices upon leaving childhood, and to be able to appreciate the novelty of a world far-removed from that of my own – in book form of course! I can say for certain that I am very glad that I was not actually in Mulan’s position of having to defeat the Huns; I am also glad that Spam was not part of my childhood – as it was so often for Enid Blyton’s characters!

To see for yourselves the difference in lifestyles between the young girls of yesteryear and those of modern-day children head over to the Memphis Brooks Museum of Art between the 16^th February and the 12^th May. Decide for yourself whether the child in question is an Angel or a Tomboy! If Tennessee is a little too far out of the way, go ahead and get yourself a copy of Clara Erskine Clement Waters’ Angels.

A mind free of ignorance, greed, and hatred – peaceful and drama-free sounds nearly too good to be true. However, this state of being is amongst the ideals of Buddhism and basing my opinion simply on those standards, I see no wrong. A fair portion of the world has its qualms with religion – the concept in general, religions and philosophies which are not our own, and especially concepts we know little or nothing about.

Buddha statue at Yungang Grottoes, Northern Wei Dynasty 686 (386-534).
Datong, Shanxi, China.

If you’re religious, so be it. I simply ask that you keep which ever God or gods you follow to yourself and leave me out of it. It’s a sensitive matter which falls amongst other taboo subjects including politics and the Great Pumpkin. I, perhaps naively, honestly believe that if the citizens of the world were able to put their religions aside, there would be less animosity between neighbours and nations. If instead we focussed our energy on learning more about one other, being humble and sharing our prosperity, as well as spreading more love than hate, we might really be able to get somewhere.

Laughing Buddha, possibly Maitreya.
Date unknown, Lingyin-si Temple, Hangzhou, Zhejiang province, China.course chateau gonflable

Who was it that said, “When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace”? It’s debatable and attributed to both William Gladstone and Jimi Hendrix, and the actual point is not who said it, but that it was said. Now, if only we made it happen – the Buddhists certainly cannot do it alone.

Medicine Buddha, 15th century, China.
Red copper with gold, height: 32 cm.

Maybe I’m preaching socialism, or sound a bit crunchy-granola, and I can live with that. Check out the Chinese Buddhist Sculpture exhibit through 31 March at the Tokyo National Museum and try to learn about something you didn’t previously understand. Also, get a further look into Chinese Art with Stephen Bushell, including sculpture, architecture, and painting.

-Le Lorrain Andrews

The life of Marc Chagall was not an easy one. Nor was it uneventful. It was however, filled with enough drama to delight even the most seasoned and skeptical of Hollywood producers. He perceived the events of World War 1 from afar, saw the hopes and disappointments of the Russian Revolution, barely escaped the onslaught of World War 2, was revered for his artistic prowess, admired by Picasso, and left behind a rich artistic legacy.

The Fiddler, 1912-1913.
Oil on canvas, 184 x 148.5 cm.
The Royal Collection, The Hague.

In effect, Chagall’s life and success was the result of many fortuitous encounters… the first one primarily being the encounter with art at school, which led to his illustrious career path. A meeting later in life would prove to be truly life-changing however. He encountered Hiram Bingham IV when he was living in France, who was able to procure for him an American visa so that he and his family could flee Vichy France, and near-certain deportment to a concentration camp.

So, the art world, and in fact, society in general, has a lot to thank Hiram Bingham IV for. Not only was he responsible for guaranteeing that the life and remaining works of Chagall would be preserved, but he also helped to save the lives of over 2,500 Jewish refugees by ensuring they received visas (against official government policy of the time) to the United States out of Vichy France.

The events of World War 2 were to haunt the artist, as his later paintings show. Themes of war and the crucifixion play across several of his post-war works, giving a voice to those who were silenced. We can go so far as to say that whilst Chagall was the one who directly painted the Paris Opera House ceiling, designed the stained glass windows for the Metz Cathedral, and produced countless stunning artworks, Hiram Bingham IV was the one who made it possible.

The Circus Horse, 1964.
Oil on canvas, 49.4 x 61.8 cm.
Private collection.

So whilst we are grateful to Bingham for the brave and heroic decisions that he made, let us take a moment to think of the millions who did not have such a lucky escape. And upon seeing the works done by Chagall, take a moment to think about the masterpieces of art, concertos, ballets, theatre, etc. which the world will never see. In celebrating Chagall, we remember.

The Musée de Luxembourg, in Paris, will soon be hosting an exhibition dedicated to the works of Marc Chagall, looking especially at the relationship between war and peace within his art. The exhibition, Chagall entre Guerre et Paix will be held between the 21^st February and the 21^st July 2013. Otherwise, be sure to peruse a copy of Sylvie Forrestier’s Chagall.

Let’s forget about art for a second, and let’s talk about letters. Perhaps you might think it’s an odd subject choice, but bear with me here. Back in the days of yesteryear (yep, your grandparents’, great-grandparents’…perhaps even as recently as your parents’), how did people communicate when they weren’t directly next-door neighbours? Sure phones were around, and eventually even email. However, the letter was the method of communication which could truly enchant. There is a reason why it’s called a ‘love letter’ after all.

Malick Sidibé
Nuit de Nöel
Photograph
Courtesy of the artist and Jack Shainman Gallery, NY
The Menil Collection, Houston

As I write this in the lead-up to Valentine’s Day, the cynic inside me cannot help but think of the number of failed relationships that haunt us, both individually, and society as a whole. Of course, there are a number of factors why this could be the case now: easier to get divorced, more rushing into what used to be a lifelong commitment, less inclination to put effort into to make something work (it’s a fact that we are a lazier generation), etc.

But, imagine if all relationships were to start with letter-writing? A good few months of writing letters and I reckon that you will know each other far better than if you stuck to texting, thereby laying a stronger foundation for a relationship. When you sit down to write a letter, you’re giving a commitment of time. The act of putting pen to paper is not just about communicating a message, but it also requires thought. I would say that there is much more thought and precision put into writing a letter than, most certainly, a text, and, most probably, an email. Noah (aka Ryan Gosling) would agree with me I’m sure. It did win him Allie in the end! (Sorry for any spoilers non-Notebook people.)

Francesco Hayez
The Kiss, 1859
Oil on canvas, 90 x 112 cm
Pinacoteca di Brera, Milan

So, the next time you are stuck for something to do, why not sit down and write someone a letter? It doesn’t have to be to your special someone, but whoever you write a letter to, their day is guaranteed to be made. That’s just how letter-writing works.

The Menil Collection, Houston, is currently hosting an exhibit entitled The Progress of Love. An interesting and touching look at how love is displayed and how it changes and wanes across cultures, it is sure to be of interest to romantics and cynics alike. The exhibit will run until the 27^th March, so if you are in the Houston area, be sure and visit! During your trip, ask yourself: would these relationships have dissolved as easily if the couple had started with letters? Perhaps… but then again, perhaps not! For a classical look at love, just in time for Valentine’s Day, check out Jp. A. Calosse’s work: Love.

Arabian nights, like Arabian days, more often than not are hotter than hot in a lot of good ways. The Arab culture has gone from gross underrepresentation in television, art, and film to an intense misrepresentation over the past twenty years or so. While film directors and screen writers are helping the media plague the minds of the public about the Middle East, it’s far less often that I experience outward hatefulness from the group of people whom are relentlessly demonised as threatening, violent, and dangerous.

Bolo-khauz Mosque, 18th century.
Bukhara, Uzbekistan.

Children are brought up with quirky yet adorable “street-rat” Aladdin, who steals to eat and falls in love well outside of his league. We’re lured in with lines like “it’s barbaric, but it’s home” and a cute monkey in a hat causing distractions while his mate steals apples and the like. Seriously? I’ve only got one Muslim country under my travel belt, but it wasn’t remotely comparable to this vision. How are Arabic children meant to watch this and retain any sense of respect for themselves and their culture? How do non-Arabic children manage to look beyond the stereotypes and thinly-veiled racism? Neither group can succeed as long as this skewed vision persists.

Religious complex.
Samarkand, Uzbekistan.

“But Aladdin was released twenty years ago!” you say? Let’s move on in the times to Homeland – recently off-air for the season and signed for at least another. In brief: American prisoner of war, held abroad for eight years by an extremist is ‘brainwashed’ and ultimately sent back to the United States to help wreak havoc on the system – which is perpetually recovering from 9/11. I simply do not understand why, nearly twelve years later, we are continuing to sensationalise this. I’m not saying that it didn’t happen, wasn’t important in the history of the world, or should be completely forgotten. What I am saying is that we need to move on and stop focussing on the minority of bad while clearly observing the good of the culture overall.

Registan Ensemble at night.
Samarkand, Uzbekistan.

Get off of the internet (after you read this post of course), stop watching television, cease spreading your hate. Go to a museum, more specifically the Institut du Monde Arabe to see Les Mille et Une Nuits to appreciate the beauty and magic which once enthralled us all about Arabian cultures. Furthermore, relish in the stunning beauty of temples, minarets, and mosques in Central Asian Art by Vladimir Loukonin and Anatoli Ivanov, I’d almost be willing to bet it will get you to buy a plane ticket.

-Le Lorrain Andrews

If I were to ask you what Camille Pissarro, Dermot Morgan (Ted), Abraham, Christmas, William, Steve Martin, God, Time, and Marlon Brando have in common, would you be able to come up with the solution? I’ll give you a couple of seconds…

Young Peasant Girl Wearing a Hat, 1881.
Oil on canvas, 73.4 x 59.6 cm.
National Gallery of Art, Washington, D.C.

Father! They have all been referred to as “Father”. Many people (especially the British amongst us) will have heard of, and spent many an evening laughing at, Father Ted. Fathers Christmas and Time are personifications, both of whom appear in the Chronicles of Narnia interestingly enough. Father William is the hero of Lewis Carol’s satirical poem in Alice in Wonderland, and Father Abraham and God the Father are biblical references. Steve Martin and Marlon Brando have been “Fathers” in different ways: Father of the Bride, and the GodFATHER. “Father” is used as a mark of respect, as a title, and to indicate wisdom and age. Pissarro – nicknamed by his fellow Impressionists as Father Pissarro – falls into the “respect” and “wisdom” categories.

Considered to be the forebear of Impressionism, he began the process of opening up art’s eyes to the virtues of painting life as it was, rather than the idealised version. He would often paint a landscape in one sitting, outside at his easel, and capture life in the moment, rather than go back to his studio and romanticise the painting. Needless to say, this approach was looked upon with horror by many of his contemporaries. But then again, what new fad isn’t? Although Pissarro’s works were not held in high esteem by society until after his death, he found acceptance when he fell in with the Impressionists, artists such as Monet, Degas, Cassatt, and Renoir.

L’Hermitage, Pontoise, Snow Effect, 1874.
Oil on canvas, 54 x 64.8 cm.
The Fogg Art Museum, Harvard University, Cambridge.

Like any good club, a President was chosen – and this happened to be Pissarro (I’m sure that in the Impressionist-code, “Father Pissarro” actually stood for President Pissarro.) He did not even need a “Vote for Pedro Pissarro” badge. Personally, I think Pissarro well-deserved his honorary title. Whilst his paintings did not change life as we know it, they certainly helped capture it, and thereby kick-started the progression of change in artistic perspectives of the time and ever since. Father Christmas on the other hand? He needs to come up with some better Christmas card designs!

To discover more about Pissarro, his prints, and his paintings, the National Gallery of Art, Washington, D.C. is hosting a temporary exhibition Pissarro on Paper, hosted by the gallery until the 31^st March 2013. Decide for yourselves whether his innovation and new techniques entitle him to be labelled as “Father Pissarro” or not. Otherwise, why not judge the complete picture with the help of Nathalia Brodskaya’s Mega-Square book, Impressionism?

For those of you out there currently under the age of 40 – what do you imagine your life to look like upon hitting the big 4-0? For those of you who have so far passed that age (congratulations!), are you where you expected to be at?

If someone were to ask me what my expectations or desires were about how my life would look at forty, I think I can honestly say that I have absolutely no idea. I’m not trying to use an easy cop-out, but I simply know that life has many surprises up its sleeve! For instance, my dreams of marrying Viggo Mortensen have not yet come into reality (hey – have you SEEN Lord of the Rings?! No judging!). However, I have been fortunate enough to travel extensively, and even live and work in a fair few different countries – which is definitely not what my eleven-year-old self would have envisioned for my twenty-something self.

So, life is unpredictable. It is often strange. It is frequently absurd. It is equally delightful and sorrowful. But I like it. The mystery of what tomorrow will bring, or even what the next twenty years will bring, is something that I am looking forward to discovering. Hey, if life went exactly as planned, that wouldn’t be any fun, right?

Four Seasons

For the forty under-forties artists whose works are currently being displayed at the Smithsonian American Art Museum, I would bet that the majority could not foresee that they would one day have such a prestigious exhibit in their honour. The inspirational, impressive, and innovative work which is being displayed has been created since September 11^th, 2001, showing how both the artists and the world around them have evolved since that infamous day.

This made me ponder what my life will be like at 40. My challenge to you: Do something inspirational. Become the next artist under forty to be celebrated at a national gallery. Write the next big hit. Invent the next big invention. Train for the next Olympic Games. Win the next Olympic Games. Or, simply, make somebody smile. Help an old lady cross the road. Teach a child how to ride a bicycle. Big or small, do something that you can look back on when you are forty (or the next big -0 birthday) and be amazed. Go on, I dare you.

Classically simple, beautifully elegant

To celebrate the 40^th anniversary of the Renwick art gallery, these forty artists are being highlighted – with their works focusing on the theme of modern innovation, why not join in the celebration? You’ll need to hurry to catch the finale, as the exhibition “40 under 40” is being held at the Renwick Gallery only until the 3^rd of February (2013). Textiles, fashion, industrial design, futuristic jewellery, and interactive displays await you! If, however, you don’t have quite enough time, why not check out Oscar Lovell Triggs’ work on The Arts and Crafts Movement?

In theory yoga is this beautiful, wonderful, spiritual experience that is meant to cleanse mind, body, and soul. In practice yoga causes a slew of frowned upon words to come flying out of my mouth at record speeds. It is a deep, dark torture which we, as masochists, inflict upon ourselves day after day of shaking cores, trembling arms, and ready-to-collapse legs. We stretch ourselves in ways we never thought possible, only to discover they are possible, but will we be stuck this way forever?

“Son, if you don’t finish this portrait soon…”
Édouard Manet, Mr and Mrs Auguste Manet, 1860.
Oil on canvas, 110 x 90 cm.
Musée d’Orsay, Paris.

The idea of sitting still long enough to have my portrait painted makes my muscles ache in a way that I’ve only known through Downward-Facing Dog (the most bastardly position of all yoga forms). Though I have flirted with the idea of recreating the nude sofa scene in Titanic, I’m just not sure I could take the prolonged torture of not only remaining still, but also keeping my face from contorting or appearing as bored as I imagine I would feel. (Fun fact: Leonardo DiCaprio did NOT sketch Kate Winslet; those are James Cameron’s hands!)

Édouard Manet, Street Singer, c. 1862.
Oil on canvas, 171.1 x 105.8 cm.
Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.

Without portrait painters and patient subjects, prior to the 1840s, we would have no idea what people of the past looked like. While, for some people, we are likely better being unaware of their looks (or odours) – considering the slow advancement in personal hygiene and photoshop – it would be more difficult to learn from the fashion faux pas of history.

Now, that’s a portrait I could easily pose for.
Édouard Manet, The Dead Toreador, probably 1864.
Oil on canvas, 75.9 x 153.3 cm.
Widener Collection, National Gallery of Art, Washington, D.C.

I certainly would not recommend being painted in Downward-Facing Dog; all of your blood would pool in your brain and you would assuredly die. See Manet: Portraying Life at the Royal Academy of Arts London from 26 Jan through 14 April for some postural suggestions concerning your next portrait painting. Also admire the intense richness of Édouard Manet’s many portraits in Manet by Nathalia Brodskaya.

-Le Lorrain Andrews