Sunday
Jul312011

0015 ericjhenderson, Huffington Post ...re: a new African view(point)

Please find here (below) my latest article for the Huffington Post. (Thank you for reading ::ejh)

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The New View From Atop Manhattan's Museum Mile: Africa

110th & 5th Avenue, New York City, Harlem.

Harlem Meer is in the foreground. The scene makes for an instant city pastoral: a thicket of trees, the Dutch pond, and a museum... behind me. At this lazy hour of 5th avenue traffic, I can manufacture a scene in Beacon, NY sitting in front of DIA. But, I'm in Manhattan, in Harlem and the bucolic contrast is the kind of thing that saves you in NYC. I'm looking outward from the entrance of a big building that proposes a big conversation about Africa, about Art, about people -- a conversation long overdue.
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View of Harlem Meer from Museum doorstep.

The Museum of African Art is scheduled to open in 2012. It won't be, however, a new institution. It's been around for a while, 27 years, formerly housed in a small Soho-NYC gallery space while being (even during that time) one of the world's few independent museums dedicated exclusively to African art. The Museum has organized more than 60 exhibitions that have traveled to over 150 venues in 15 countries including the U.S. I imagine the itinerant is happy to have a home now.

In its pending form, it is a 90,000 sq ft structure that even in its skeleton state seems to carry the weight of the Continent, the Diaspora, New York City, and Art itself. I'm walking the full plan of it with museum President, Elsie McCabe Thompson, and the structure gives off a distinct humanity. The giant, airy interiors conceal a painstakingly executed series of cantilevers designed to avoid your navigating the huge columns that would otherwise be essential for support. As a result, the sharp Curator will be able to immerse you in a world, not just welcome you to another art exhibition.

You can sense the kind of involvement that Mrs. Thompson intends for the museum. This will not be art to be simply admired from a distance, whether that distance is physical or cultural.

As a design influence, Mrs. Thompson singles out Nelson Mandela's establishment of South Africa's highest court, the Constitutional Court. He specifically mandated a building for the people and fundamental role for art in creating that, starting with the first concepts.

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President, Elsie McCabe Thompson, among the distinctive architectural shapes defining the Museum's structure.

That fact led me, coincidentally, to a person whom I have met, publisher and gallerist David Krut and this 2008 release , Art and Justice: The Art of The Constitutional Court of South Africa, designed by Ellen Papciak-Rose, featuring photography by Ben Law-Viljoen:

[Mandela] sought to bring together, in the most inspiring, innovative and dignified way possible, art and the workings of justice, and to give a public soul to the new Court building... Essential to the original design of the Constitutional Court... was the integration of art and architecture into the most important building of the new South Africa. To realise this aim, the architects sought designs from artists for elements of the building such as lights, security gates and sun screens. The architects also commissioned artists and craft collectives to design and make furnishings for the Court. The result of these important collaborations can be seen in the colour, vibrancy, warmth, and humanity of the building.

Mrs. Thompson uses analogous language and has directed an effort that invokes Mandela's approach to the classic problem of disenfranchisement being met with either fresh disregard or the awkwardly patronizing attempts of institutions to "involve the people." For Mandela, the problem was unifying an entirely disenfranchised country around new and immediately legitimate institutions. (What vehicle can do this in the way Art can?) For the Museum of African Art, it can't be ignored that the top of Museum Mile now starts in Harlem, the name still being a worldwide synonym for "black," this brand being a net positive mix of enlightened art, a vibrant village, and black disenfranchisement.

So, here is the parallel reality: Building country (community) with intent to install undeniable credibility in a public institution by using the breadth of art to define the building and invite the people in. The neighborhood isn't shielded from its giant neighbor as windows open onto the courtyard of brownstone backyards. The second level atrium is an open-air respite and a dedicated event space for local and international activities. There is no separate "education entrance," to the Museum, an understandable feature that gives efficient access to the busloads of grade-schoolers bound to visit. But here, everyone enters the same doors. Above the Museum is a residential high-rise building that gives clear and dramatic views over Manhattan north and south, Central Park, and across the Hudson River.

After 13+ years of Mrs. Thompson's wending through city, state, and local regulations and politics, and a $95 million budget, this edition of Africa in New York has to be more than a cultural outpost. It has to be a world destination.

The proposed experience completes an integrative mission. Integrating Africa into broad conversation is where academia, journalism, and plain old conversation still fall down. The American experience, in particular, owes more to Africa than we will ever learn from tropes spanning the news, the college, and the coffee shop that give simplistic treatment to such subjects as the trans-Atlantic slave trade, its legacy, and Nelson Mandela, the latter often being rendered in a virtual civil rights box set with King and Malcolm X. As a result, we leave out "the legacy of [our] coming together" (as Wynton Marsalis calls it), the stories of the unexpected advocates for freedom, and even the study of the "complex adaptive systems" (to riff on Miller and Page) that make the USA unique.

If we would ever mainstream a worldview that neither exoticizes nor damns Africa as the still-Dark Continent, then it's time for a new experience. Art should lead.

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Detail of signature patterns, Museum for African Art exterior.

So, what will that experience be? One example: Giving an art presentation to certain artifacts that would formerly have been shown in curio cabinets. Follow that by filling the space with comprehensive narratives: Who made this? Why? When? Why is it here in the museum? How was it used? How was it considered by the people who made it? So, now, "Standing Figure with Nail" goes from headscratch-inducing thing on a wall to an account of a dispute resolution method in which the nail indicates a social compact, a binding agreement that invokes a spirit figure as metaphor and uses that spirit to cue various art forms. This may bring us to the thought and humanity behind a given piece and relieve us of lazy, wholesale mysticism.

In short, you'll be a capable docent, yourself, with help from the narratives surrounding you.
It's funny that when we try to build beyond our humanity in order to reach the sublime, the resulting thing often ends up tall as wind and bland as a beige minivan -- or, just corny. (See your local skyscraper.) That's a challenge for something on the scale of the Museum of African Art. The paradox is that we might just achieve the sublime by building humanity into a thing and, in doing that, point to something greater than us.

I hope they pull it off. This kind of knowledge and deep experience can add dimension to our self-concept by plumbing an integral meeting point, the one we all share, given the starring role of Africa in world affairs. And, for our purposes in this writing, it would be a living intersection of Art, The Arts, and Policy.

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President, Elsie McCabe Thompson in the 2nd level courtyard overlooking Central Park North.

Photo Credits: ericjhenderson.com

 

 

 

 

 

Friday
Feb182011

0014 ericjhenderson A Huffington Post Preview: "To See Some Things... Zoom"

   Nazif Topcuoglu, Courtesy of Green Art Gallery, Dubaiby ericjhenderson, for The Huffington Post

February, 2011

 

To see certain things, we squint. In response to a glare, we omit the details of a scene by nearly closing our eyes and looking through the shade of brows and lashes to render a visual average: the broad shapes, the main roads. We squint at the Middle East.

 

The glare in this case is the unbroken beam of light shone squarely in our faces by turbulent politics, war, and soundbitten regurgitations of what is called news. So, in the grand scheme, Tunisia, Egypt, and the glaring Middle East today are at once new and familiar. To begin to understand the light, you could go back a few thousand years to Abraham, Sarahand, principally, to their children, Isaac and Ishmael. The point? We should be well past squinting, now simply reaching for our sunglasses. The world outside of the United States has long been able to filter the glare of this superpower and go about business, if only out of necessity. We’re too far along to deal clumsily in the broad shapes and main roads of the Middle East, the trade-off being a self-imposed ignorance that falsely separates the human experience into “us” and “them.” They are us.

[enter] ZOOM (a pair of sunglasses)

ZOOM is the first American art fair to focus on contemporary art from the Middle East. Let that sink in. Director and Founder, Angeliki Georgiou staged the fair at Art Basel Miami Beach last December. I’m writing a couple of months later in an attempt to extend the show to our minds.  So, here’s the scene: Take the full region, Including Israel, and imagine it as a field-grown tree, root-balled, and then planted in the frenzy of the world’s most talked about art fair. A formidable undertaking for any curator, but it worked: From internationally collected artists to emerging talents, the narrative escaped the tiny and expected political box and pointed to the lovely and difficult infinities you would expect Art to do. But, many visitors missed that.

Some didn’t, and some of those bought, but at ZOOM, I found a viable case study in the problem Edward Said elaborates in Reflections on Exile.” (Just substitute “art” for “literature.”)

"To value literature at all is fundamentally to value it as the individual work of an individual writer tangled up in circumstances taken for granted by everyone, such things as residence, nationality, a familiar locale, language, friends, and so on. The problem for the interpreter, therefore, is how to align those circumstances with the work, how to separate them, as well as how to incorporate them, how to read the work and its worldly situation."

But we’re not there yet with Middle Eastern art. We squint. I discovered this while walking the fair and speaking to each of the gallerists and listening for reactions. Here’s a sampling of the themes repeated by many visitors:

“This isn’t Turkish art.” “Where is the empowerment of women?” “I don’t see this as Middle Eastern.”

You could sum them up with, “Hey, who moved my stereotype?!”

I wouldn’t be shocked if we weren’t dealing with Art Basel Miami Beach, a gathering known to attract the most knowledgeable and passionate group of collectors, curators, and thought leaders. But, we’re not yet ready to bring the same critical lens to the stuff we just call art, i.e. the things themselves, without facile ethnic or cultural adjective. But this isn’t new. Art by a black person in the United States is sometimes called “black” though a tree in a painting may just be a tree, not ablack” tree. From here, do you really think we’re in a position to see Mark Bradford’s work as a self-styled “post-black” artist?

Don’t take this as a chastising. Sure, Edward Said stated the task easily enough, but I don’t think it’s easy amid the glare to become skilled at “reading” art. That’s one of the joys: You can spend eternity with it if it is true, alternately incorporating culture into a work or separating it from the work en route to some understanding. I enjoy that kind of thinking because it adds dimension and depth to the pieces that strike me. That’s worlds away from art-by-phenotype.

This is not a crisis for Middle Eastern artists (that we don’t get it).  The art market in the region is a vibrant one with collectors moving fluidly between the individual and his or her context, or just using the base “I like it” criterion as the sole motivation to buy. I’m positing this case as an opportunity for Middle Eastern artists and for new markets, particularly the West and its US epicenter.

I’m not telling you to go click a “Like” button for Middle Eastern art. Rather, you should approach it on the same terms as you do other art, putting culture in its proper place by avoiding the reflex of judging, praising or dismissing a work simply on the basis of origin. Culture should always be subservient to the inherent genius of true art: Ask yourself if it moves you, if it’s true…not who did it.  But since we’re just human, and born into distinct “worldly situations,” of course culture has a place. It’s the medium and catalyst for that genius.

Now, we can re-enter ZOOM and welcome the tightly woven discourse of a Lebanese artist born in London, raised in Nigeria, and schooled in Beirut and New York: Zena el Khalil. We could understand William Wells’ account of the early difficulty of Cairo’s energetic and now massive art hub, Townhouse, in earning the trust of young independent artists who at first didn’t want to show there, and then see the relation of those attitudes to the current Egyptian revolution. We could dwell for a while on Shoja Azari’s “There Are No Non-Believers In Hell.” We could pose questions to the young Moroccan artist, Zakaria Rahmani, who doesn’t paint, per se. Hewrites” paintings in calligraphy.  Leila Heller of LTMH calls the US “the last untapped market for Middle Eastern art,” and thus, she describes her gallery as anisland” in the West.

This is a conversation waiting to take off. ZOOM, in retrospect, could mark a real moment for that.

PRESS RELEASE

[Callout section] 3 questions for the Founder & Director, Angeliki Georgiou:

What was your biggest positive surprise during the show?

The lively and stimulating conversations between ZOOM exhibitors, artists, curators, and scholars during breakfast.

To what starting point would you guide a collector?

Go to as many exhibitions as possible, talk to the artists, and read the reviews/critical responses.

What’s next?

Planning ZOOM Contemporary Art Fair 2011. ZOOM will again take the lead in increasing awareness and enhancing exposure of contemporary art from the Middle East to new audiences.

Sunglasses… ZoomArtFair.com

Thursday
Nov182010

0013 This Series Is A Hurt and A Joy: "I miss them now."

If I were to show you a fleeting, dark glimpse of your wife, husband, sister, brother, mother, father 

you would still, in that instant, be able to not only identify the person, but also, in many cases the

whole unseen scene, including the mood, expression, place, task...even the very thought.  

eric (for my nieces and nephews). cheek, TX 2008

Only you can do this.  This is the level of knowledge born of intimacy.  A rush of feelings may also

 come into presence.  I shot these with the dirty lens of a 'new' 1950 Kodak Brownie Hawkeye, my

constant muse, with this thought in mind.  One day, I won't be able to look at these (well, certainly

not the one of me, above, by definition.) and keep any sort of composure...too many stories.

 

So, I'll show them here... now: "I miss them now." 

my father. cheek, TX 2008

my mother. cheek, TX, 2008

Saturday
Aug282010

0012 "Stasis. (Affront!!)"

When you actually consider a place, it often happens that familiarity, 

even that proceeding from base repetition, 

causes you to assume knowledge and completeness in understanding. 

I believe we only have the heightened gift of surviving monotony in our earliest years, 

allowing us access to brand new joy or the ability to notice subtle change. 

(mommy! play the video again!...32nd replay of Dora begins.)

Enter: "Stasis. (Affront!!)

 

Tuesday
Aug102010

0011 ericjhenderson in GQ Magazine British Edition

... I'm pleased to present this introduction to the Bombay Sapphire global campaign:

 

"There's Something Inside" -- Eric J Henderson

 

Bombay Sapphire is featuring my biography and fine art photography in the US, UK, Europe, Asia in print, events, and on the web...here:

 

Explore Eric's mosaic story: http://shiftb.it/ericjhenderson

 

 

Please see the British edition of GQ Magazine for the tactile version.

 

 

 

p.s. Not unpleased to find myself 'neath a cover image that does indeed carry the requisite GQ weight.  Thanks, Mme Zoe.