In her weekly online column “Art Catch,” The L‘s Patricia Milder tells you which exhibits and dance shows are worth visually stalking. And which ones are simply not.
I’m supposed to be boycotting the American Folk Art Museum (AFAM). No, the museum is not politically incorrect or utilizing child labor in developing countries; nothing like that. It’s just that senior curator Stacy C. Hollander totally dissed my roommate when she practically promised and then rescinded an offer to include one of her paintings in the recently closed "Dargerism" show. And if I learned anything in high school, it’s that one must always choose sides, especially regarding other peoples’ disagreements that have nothing to do with you. Otherwise, how can you feed and perpetuate unnecessary and time-consuming drama? I mean, really, how?
But I couldn’t stay away. I had to see the unlikely pairing of Mark
Rothko (1903-1970) and Ammi Phillips (1788-1865) that Hollander (that
bitch!) brilliantly arranged at the alter of color and light: "The
Seduction of Light: Ammi Phillips/Mark Rothko Compositions in Pink,
Green, and Red."
Wait a second here — what, you ask, is ab-ex art star Mark Rothko doing
at the outsider focused AFAM? Well, there is some strange (for this
setting, among true folk artists) wall text emphasizing his "self
taught" background: it must have started after he dropped out of Yale,
and the Art Students League, and the New York School of Designâ€¦and um,
also after his highly influential art classes with Arshile Gorky and
Granted, the man didn’t have an MFA, but that hardly qualifies him as
folk. His presence is more logically explained by the fact that this
current show with Phillips is as much about unlikely social
conversation as it is about visual juxtaposition and the striking
depths of sublime color. Like "Dargerism," which showcased contemporary
artists who were influenced by Henry Darger’s work, this show is based
on what is emerging as an overarching and rather successful theme for
the museum: the blurring of the line between folk and fine.
It is interesting how, by bringing Rothko inside its walls, the museum
is able to deepen general consciousness and serious considerations
about the rest of the artists featured throughout. In a perfect world
(or my version of it, anyway) this would be unnecessary and we wouldn’t
cling to established hierarchical distinctions, but the AFAM has
developed great tactics for working with the world we’re actually
Enabling a new kind of discourse, but actually much more important than
it, is the fact that the works in this show are absolutely stunning.
These two artists are each enlivened through juxtaposition with the
other. Your eyes glide seamlessly over the canvases of Rothko and
Phillips, between the reds, greens, and pinks that bounce off and blend
into each other perfectly. That the colors in these two artists’
paintings are phenomenal, unreal, and beyond the possibilities of
reproduction (you must go see for yourself), is what makes the pairing
of them seem natural, easy and almost even meant to be.
Nothing is known of Phillips’ training as an artist or his ambitions
and thoughts about the work he produced; he left no notebooks or
records. He came to widespread attention when his forgotten portraits
were rediscovered in the 1920s at the height of the Colonial Revival
and these images, long hidden away in old homes, started to frequently
illustrate art magazines. Clearly Phillips could not have predicted
Rothko’s spiritual seeking through canvas and paint, or the 20th
Century artist’s large-scale emotional rejection of representation. But
something about Phillips’ surface hovering, hauntingly beautiful
images makes me need to imagine that he did.
At least in this one well-curated room, Rothko and Phillips really do
seem comfortably settled together in the same elusive space. On some
level, the two artists’ know each other well, and through light and
color they let us in on the little/big sublime secret that they share.
Now — to rehearse excuses for when my roommate finds out mine.
The Seduction of Light: Ammi Phillips/Mark Rothko
American Folk Art Museum, 45 W 53rd St, closes March 29, 2009