19 September 2009

Illustration Histories: a review of current texts

Illustration has not been fully chronicled, though there are many monographs, essays, catalogues, organizations such as the Society of Illustrators, who house and exhibit collections and work of illustrators and artists, but there is no single book or source to rely on. Steven Heller and Seymour Chwast have done a beautiful job on their book Illustration A Visual History, and it is divided in themes rather than by chronology. Published by the Society of Illustrators and no longer in print, Walt Reed's the Illustrator in America 1860-2000 needs a decade of updating, and that would include a lot of the digital and contemporary artists we look at now. Walt Reed's book is useful in its descriptions about many artists and illustrators and certainly features many of the giants. The timeline that begins each decade is useful as well. It offers interesting anecdotal snippets that combined with Heller/Chwast and other books brings together a more complete picture.

The Heller/Chwast book has some fantastic illustrations and wonderful reflections about what was going on in a particular time, it is lean and yet substantial, and certainly invites us to poke deeper. For example, in a section called "anthropomorphic"  they have paired Winsor McCay, Lou Beach, Ronald Searle, and Mel Furukawa. They also mention the publisher or publication in the captions of each image, which is useful to build a sense of the histories of publications as well. The pairings heller and Chwast have carefully curated,  allow casual readers or scholars to draw more conclusions, and locate diverse meanings in and behind the work and times. The Reed book also does this, but as it tends towards a certain aesthetic focus of what I would term Americana, it omits more cutting edge work that challenges the conventions of the day, and if included might stimulate more questions. Reed's tome focuses on painters, nostalgia, and realism, while the Heller/Chwast  coffee table book contains more drawing, graphic design, and cartooning, which produce different histories of illustration in each case. Heller and Chwast's text gets to the hear of some direct questions and theories, which provide great grist for dialogue and investigation.

Often, I think, historians must land on some theme or aspect, I guess. It would be difficult to write about everything and everyone in one place, and one wouldn't want to repeat or redo the research already in place, and  the work would become an encyclopedia. I think there is an assumption is that historians tell truths, write about a subject in its entirety, when really, they research, inquire, ask questions, probe, and dig like social archeologists, and often write something that leans in one direction or another, supporting a particular stance of vantage point, and may be limited to s small portion of the subject. They might use an artifact as a spring board, and look in other places for other supports, and begin to build a theory or argument.

They might build upon a body of research and material to reconstruct and knit facts, events, and evidence they  from a myriad of sources: correspondence, artworks, newspapers, films, dwellings, museums, artifacts, and other sources, which may be very subjective, cumbersome, difficult to translate or read. Often historians for one reason or another, leave things out.  Sometimes, we reader assume a book on aopic will tell us the whole story of that topic. What I find so interesting, is to read histories of illustration, and find out new things from each author's perspective, the arrangement of facts and artists, and how they present the images of work.

Omissions affect how those who read the history (critique, analysis, or report)  may interpret a period of time, a body of work, a movement in art, etc. in a way that is possibly skewed, inaccurate, and full of holes. It also may be innovative, break open controversies, and challenge everything we believed, thought we knew. So how do we use histories other spend so much time writing.

I want to address one omission from both the Reed and Heller/Chwast books, which I think illustrates how a perspective or historic landscape is carved out, and I'll address the other one at a later date. Walt Reed's decision not to include the 1980's illustrator giant Antonio Lopez , known as Antonio, is interesting and curious. Antonio's  technical prowess and variation brought fashion illustration back from the dead after photographers took their place in  magazines and books, providing a new gloss and glamour people clamored for. However, Antonio's  illustration brought and increased the success of many couture designers, as Rene Gruau had done before for Dior in the late 40's, and brought fashion illustration back to the center in the 1980's, and many others  succeeded too: Stipleman, Abling, Rosenfeld, Broadway, Suter,more, taking illustration away from the more  stilted look into an era of fabulous drawing. The omission of a whole genre and population of illustrators is interesting. One can always follow up with a book that only dwells upon fashion, but then a context that surrounds that work is not evidence or is partial.

Fashion illustration is essential to the history of illustration and fashion design, as well as advertising and editorial works. Magazines blossomed in the 1700 and 1800's as fashion were a big cultural focus, people travelled, had more money and luxuries in between wars and conflicts. The works of illustrators were regularly featured from then well into the 1960's, initially as engravings and then in many four color processes after the invention and introduction of chromolithography.  Fashion illustration's history has been affected by the fashion industry's ups and downs, and has always played and essential role in its stabilization, innovation, and the aesthetic eye of the public. Clothing has been a mirror of culture and social values, and would manifest those in the illustrations; clothing and the illustrations and paintings of clothes are laden visuals. An example might be Cruikshank's Monstrosities of 1822. Hats at the time were as large as umbrellas, so parasols were carried, since they could not be larger and be carried. Waistlines, hemlines, and hairdos dictated  and defined women's roles, health, and ability to move in the world. 

Antonio's playful, elegant, women and men made from energetic brushstrokes and an empathy for the human figure and anatomy, as well as a keen sense of how clothes are made, fit, and fall on the body are the strengths to drawing and sketching that Antonio brought. He revived otherwise formulaic drawing of clothing with beautiful line quality that varied in width to emphasize the weight  or lightness of fabric, and his ability to render fabrics and textures came from the evident delight in the materials he worked with including ink, pencil, pastel, watercolor, gouache, etc. He returned to old master quality and sensibilities to the funky, edgy clothes of the eighties from delicate lingerie and frilly lace to the jewel-toned, fitted, and angular clothes of Yves Saint Laurent. Remember this is the time of punk, Madonna, the power suit, fur, spandex, and hair bands! When historian choose to leave important artists, thinkers, and writers out of a certain landscape, we must feel called to contribute and restore those names and faces to it.   

I think when we research for any reason, we must dig beyond what is available to locate  those things which may may challenge available, accepted dominant theories and histories. We must be sleuths in our own education and practices as artists and thinkers; never settle for what is on the surface, written or drawn.  Maybe we should look for the most subjective materials full of invention and fiction! How can there be truly objective history, and is it really presented as that. I think in many cases histories are presented as something to believe and use a true measure of ourselves, our lives, our worth. Digging below can unearth the compost of humanity,  we can drudge subliminal selves we forgot, lost, ignored, or avoid.



13 November 2008

surrealism is everwhere

Yesterday, students looked through piles of books and artists that relate to Surrealism directly or indirectly, including, Diego Rivera, Marcel Duchamp, Ben Shahn, Henry Darger, Salvador Dali, and others. We discussed how pervasive Surrealism ideas and techniques are and how it seems to be in everything still to this day.

10 November 2008

Amy Cutler at Bowdoin

Last Wednesday we went on a road trip, post-Eraserhead, to see the works of Amy Culter: large drawings, prints, and paintings. Her all-women cast of characters and animals, who become interconnected, commingled, and uncomfortably interdependent are the threads Cutler uses to weave strange yarns about the domestic, the everyday, and states of being. Her meticulous rendering is undone when one comes close and the viewer is seduced by sparkly paint, doll-like shoes only an artist might wear, and strands of hair and patches of exquisitely patterned cloth, Durer-like grass and strings to nowhere and everywhere. Invented moments in a life that straddle pairings of Renaissance, instructional diagrams, fairy tales, and Sur-realsim to reveal her affinities, fears, and what is truly valuable, meaning from whatever is experienced.

Cutler's  gatherings of people and animals, everyday objects and spaces unfold longings, loss, loathing, and love. Relations of one thing to another, one animal to one person, or a group to a group, becomes a way to calculate and measure our capability and our failure. Her sense of a simultaneous vastness and limitedness seem to rub and irritate. Her figures are like dolls she clothes and holds on the page. Are they static or moving still. Grimaces, frowns, and scowls seem like old lace, or folds of cloth. They tell other stories of lives lived and disclose nothing more than a face.

Cutler's colors are quiet at times, 

05 November 2008

Eraserhead:revisiting Surrealism

In class this week we viewed Eraserhead, David Lynch's contribution to the ongoing Surrealist movement.
It is an overture to materialism-materiality, and ode to the other, and laden with themes of excess, consumption, death, sex, sacrifice,  and the ever-migration of our ambivalence towards our own existence. Dada and Surrealists have been unfortunately lumped together, as if art was possible to coral or fence in by definitions, timelines, and groupings of work by theme or practice. The art that we relate to the terms dad and Surrealism has many tendencies, intellectual and formal, contextual and contradictions, which makes it so frustrating for many and captivating for others. Eraserhead is a kind of dada surrealist extravaganza, which could be seen as having great potential and great failure attached to it.

Georges Bataille's role and contributions to the so-called Surrealist period after World War One and before and during World War Two are finally more accurately represented and discussed, and his increasing relevance to contemporary art seems to poke at the discontent and malaise of our times, and the desire for profundity found in a junk or dung heap rather than some elite archeological dig site or scholarly study of a people w e can never truly know.  

Bataille's essay "Erotisme", for example, is his complex unravelling and defragmentating of consumption, excess, sacrifice, and social architecture; it is a deep look at the fault lines and structural back and forth of society through his lens of informe, or formlessness. Exchange and relationship in their most primal form manifest in our relationship to sex and death, their simultaneous connections and our attraction/repulsion to their power and mystery. Bataille's definition and use of the word informe (formelss) found in the book Visions of Excess translated by Alan Stoekl is:

" A dictionary begins when it no longer gives the meaning of words, but their tasks. (some translators use the word "operation") Thus formless is not only an adjective having a given meaning, but a term that serves to bring things down in the world, generally requiring that each thing have its form. What it deisgnates has no rights in any sense and gets itself squashed everywhere, like a spier or tapeworm. In fact, for academic men to be happy, the universe would have to take shape. All philosophy has no other goal: it is a matter of giving a frock coat to what is, a mathematical frock coat. On the other hand, affirming that the universe resembles nothing and is only formless amounts to saying  that the universe is something like a spider or spit." (p 31 Visions of Excess, University of Minnesota Press)

Lynch hurtles us into the black void of nothing, the big bang, the beginning of a world that never began and never ended, god with his handles on the controls is scarred all over his body, his face is twisted in torment, and a grimy, exhausted factory-worker like an image from Lewis Hinds, hunches his broad shoulders over  the simple control handles crowed into a tiny, dusty space with a broken window to the world he controls. God is everyman, a working man, a wounded man, a man whose power comes from repetitious toil and sweaty strife. 
God is vulnerable, perhaps his endurance is his ability to endure, rather than create life. So in the first few moments, we have the entire film caught and contained in an oversized drawer-room-frame-window.

Henry is his Adam, faithfully wandering and lost, gripping his paper bag, stumbling around in a broken garden of Eden, or an Eden unfound, an impossible Eden, which resembles an industrial graveyard. The backdrop initially is a minimalist's fantasy of grids, lines, mathematic symmetry, a world of rectangles and hard edges that time and use chew away at. Dirt is the living thing that is consummate, fecund, and the host to all manner of life. Dirt is the very thing we love and need, and the thing we are repelled by and loathe. Dirt is, after all, ourselves. Bataille thrust my own dirt inquiries into a spinning hunt for histories of trash, personal experiments with detritus as raw material, and down rabbit-doles of meaning and endless metaphor. I am sure! that David Lynch has been there with Bataille, and would be most surprised if he has not. 

Lynch numbs us with blowing winds, grinding machinations of ghost-machines, heavy darkness where particulate matter and things that grow unchecked and free in moisture and shadows thrive, including secrets, sickness, violence, and all manner of forbidden behavior. It is what we conceal that reveals the most about us. Henry's horizonatality links him with sex and death, and alters the ways he views and experiences himself, others, and the world. He is on vacation...from life, and yet, clearly, his life is no picnic in the park, but rather a string of events and sensations from within that he externalizes and possibly the other way around. Henry is never sure whether what he sees, hears, smells, tastes, touches, imagines, and dreams of. What he fears and desires commingle, those are interchangeable, flexible,and  impossible.

Mary, the woman he calls on, seems to be the pathetic creature who succumbs to convulsions, she is convulsive beauty (see Andre Breton), and her family is a portrait of what most families are: detached, self-involved, complicit, and in a state of perpetual decay. 

The poor monster-baby conjures every feministic psychoanalytic textbook from Freud to Kristeva, and is the very embodyment of the abject and the extremes within any one of us and life itself. This life, a mystery, and even the doctors did not know if it was a baby yet! One of the best lines in the film. Its sexless, limb-less body, wrapped in crude bandages, lies helpless on a table, needed to be spoon-fed, and we have no idea how the creature eliminates or processes food, and if it does so in a human, animal or other manner. This grotesque tender creature seems so harmless, helpless, and pulls at heartstrings, when the mother, Mary, screams at it, and Henry cuts it open to extinguish its life. Both Henry and Mary are suffering from their carnal knowledge, the sin of their loins, and careless sexual activity, and in the end the child, their progeny must suffer for everyone. The death by scissors creates the largest leaking of all, a kind of baby-formula-excrement that seethes and bubbles from the body cavity, which could smother-soil and nourish-bathe the world. WE are forced to confront ambivalences we have towards babies, mothers, lovers, neighbors, parents, and all other roles we play and personas we take on and encounter in a loopy-looped spinning of identities.

Language is reduced to Kurt Schwitters grunts, gurgles, spitting, and all manner of expulsion, vibration, leaking, spitting, sputtering, and utterances. Our human voice is examined and used in all of its capacity to vocalize our experiences psychological and physical from screams to laughter Artaud's poems come to mind, as do Bataille's girlfriend, Laure, who also howled through words.

This film makes me feel so uncomfortable and impossibly glued to its unpleasantly noisy, odorless mess. Now I feel compelled to go on about it for reams, and make all the connections I see to Bataille's informe, and like spit or worms, according to his description, I am ensnared and entangled in the undoing of an "operation" or job.


12 October 2008

comics and history


People have been drawing on walls, bodies, objects, and other surfaces since the beginning of time and since we could figure out how to scratch and mark something. 

The history of illustration is  inherently linked to all other histories. This may seem obvious, but that is the point.

One can find certain obsessions or foci, which translate into currents and trends in illustration. For example, the obsessive cross-hatching technique, which so many artists and print makers developed and used centuries ago still functions  as a strategy to reflect movement, density, texture, shadow, and other illusion. This meditative and sometimes frenetic mark-making  speaks about fixation, the need to look, to stare (see James Elkin's book the Object Stares Back or read Susan Sontag On Photography, John Berger's Ways of Seeing, and  Roland Barthes Camera Lucida to read more about looking and seeing, making meaning, and visual language).  I recently came across some of Michelangelo's drawings and recognize contemporary artist's use of these kinds of marks, the needs to zero on on draping, the use of curves to suggest folds. This makes me think of R and Charles Crumb's early comics and then the obsessive writings of Deleuze and Guattari on folds and borderspaces in  the extensive book, A Thousand Plateaus.  

Surely cartooning is more than short-hand or code, it is also a process of drawing and working things out, and that incorporates the satisfaction or compulsion to make marks, link them, and create pages of them.
From Guston to Herriman, Peter Bruegel the Elder (inspired by my favorite Bosch) to Max Ernst, The Greeks to Keith Haring, it seems every time period has its mark makers who tell stories through their scratchings and ask the world to look at them, and at themselves.In Max Ernst's graphic novel,  Une Semaine de Bonte, he collages images found from old books and catalogues. The images are completely made of lines, whose vertical, horizontal, and diagonal directions clash and butt up against one another creating tensions, lights and darks, variations in texture and form. These strategies and the language of collage, cut and paste, further emphasize his queer pairings of animals and humans, natural elements with architectural spaces. The juxtaposition becomes form, content, and context. In true Surrealist fashion,nonsense become meaningful, and sequence and narrative are turned upside down and redefined.

Illustrators, comic book artists, zinists, and others have used the conventions of art against themselves to find new value in their work, and process raw material. Artists must be in a constant state of flux and change which is more true to the daily ebb and flow, flotsam and jetsam one encounters in daily life. It is those conflicts and tensions that interest artists, and cause them to locate methods and materials that match more acutely those sentiments and experiences.

06 October 2008

Persepolis:portrait of a childhood and identity in the comics

Today we will be discussing Persepolis an autobiographical graphic novel written and illustrated by Marjane Satrapi.

05 October 2008

histories

Our Introduction to the Discipline class focuses on various ideas, contexts, and methods which concern illustrators primarily, and which expose the blurry boundaries between all of the arts, as well as the contradictions inherent in any social constructs. 

We began the semester with various definitions of illustration. Illustration, we discovered, requires a context, or a setting in which ideas are couched and directed, an audience is considered, and the format, materials, and methods support and further the transformation of mere representation to a visual language that communicates its message cogently and moves beyond aesthetics or pure expression. The visual piece must translate well or the illustration fails. It cannot be only a thing of beauty or enigmatic phrasing of something.

Illustration has always had a distinct purpose to reach its specific audience, and language persuasion, point of view, narrative, or instructive information. Illustration is by all means a people's art, which records histories, shares a commentary about what those histories are made of and from whence they come, and will endure as evidence of the multiplicity of our humanity.

Most recently,  we looked at the earliest influences and origins of American illustration from the Lascaux cave walls to petroglyphs in the Southwest, from the Puritans to the early American colonialists, who settled this country and who in those days came primarily from Northern countries like England, Germany, Switzerland, and Holland, ( cold and unforgiving climes), so we can better understand why illustration in America is what it is currently and what those beginnings mean for us still to this day. Those Puritanical origins set the tone for how we would identify ourselves, depict the world, and paint. It also invited challenges by artists like Thomas Eakins, or the mythologizing of Frederick Remington, whose works create a foundation for the genres of realism and the Western, which still influence the discourses of culture and identity today.


  We are in the process of researching artists whose impact on ideas and perception has been most notable, such as Goya or Howard Pyle, Philip Guston or others, who engage in a a process of unraveling themselves and humanity through drawing. These critical approaches are important to contextualize illustration and its link to concepts, its origins in the most primal of responses and always attached to changes in technology and methods. Each student has been researching other artists on their own, by looking at books in the library and making further inquiries through thinking, writing, and other research. 

A few weeks ago, we viewed four videos of artists from the Art21 PBS series: Kara Walker, Terence Hancock-Doyle, Kerry James Marshall and Walton Ford, all who use drawing in their work. We were struck in conversation afterwards by how these artists all make comments about the freedoms they experienced in childhood, which they return to through the use of certain materials like collage or crayons, or the approach, as in more spontaneous open-ended creations to become more connected with the work. They value experience, memory, and the opportunity art affords to explore imagination, tensions between realities, as well as, potential and failure.

These artists address identity, challenge the norms of what is expected, and at the same time could be seen as complicit in artworld systems, which rely on hierarchies of preference and privilege. We are hoping to expand this discussion as we move into dialogues about Persepolis, zines,  and collaborate on a joint project and workshop with the Print Department this week and next. Stay tuned!