Sunday, July 27, 2014

Kalal at Good Children; Lovell at Consulado Mexicano



I once knew an old hobo who called New Orleans "the city of the living dark." A former engineer who took to riding the rails, he voiced concern about tourism in the French Quarter: "There are secret beings in the shadows that tourists shouldn't see--and we sure don't need to see them!" Although Jayme Kalal's photographs typically seem set around St. Claude, they often recall the old hobo's shadowy beings. Sometimes as contorted as pretzels, his figures remind us that Nola's strangeness lives on. An untitled image of an oddly attired couple on modified tallboy bikes, left, displays his flair for hallucinatory effects even as his figures sometimes resonate the gritty eloquence of Tom Waits' dive bar ballads. Those effects, the analog byproducts of antique shutter designs, can be mind bending, so blacksmith- sculptor Rachel David, photographed in her studio, top, appears Shiva-like, with four arms and a tool in each hand. But Kalal's images are more often snatched from the shadow realms where shape-shifting creatures roam the streets, and in the process of capturing them he has created his own uniquely original body of work.
    
Charles Lovell's Mexico photographs, compiled over the past quarter century, are noteworthy for their thorough documentary explorations of that nations' colorful culture. But Mexico is a place where man and nature can both seem surreal, so in Grafitti Wall, Puebla, left, tattered political posters share space with the Virgin Mary in a bandito mask in an image as wryly concise as the work of any Parisian surrealist. Sanctuario De Los Largos depicts a sanctuary with votives not unlike our own St. Roch shrine, but on a colorfully grander scale. This impressive gallery space at Mexico's Consulate --its oldest in the U.S.--provides a significant new addition to this city's art scene. ~Bookhardt

The Photographer Is a Thief: Photographs by Jayme Kalal, through Aug. 3, Good Children Gallery, 4037 St. Claude Ave., 616-7427;  Mexico, Te Quiero: 25 Years of Photographs by Charles Lovell, through Aug. 3, Consulate of Mexico, 901 Convention Center Blvd, Suite 118, 528-3722. Left: Man in a Dress by Jayme Kalal

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Gisleson at Antenna + Meow Wolf at The Front




Maybe it was the July supermoon, but this month's St. Claude gallery openings were very dreamlike. Those who braved the pervasive somnambulism of the night encountered low budget vision quests like Susan Gisleson's Jung Hotel installation at Antenna. Less about Nola's long gone Jung Hotel than Carl Jung's "collective unconscious," the show explores how the dreaming mind tends to conflate personal quirks with cultural memory. Here the walls are lined with books with peep show portals revealing lurid dream scenes while, on the floor, a 1960s jukebox features freakishly unfamiliar song titles like I Found a Glass Eye in the Dirt attributed to familiar names like Del Reeves. An array of hanging medallions like souvenir drink coasters encased in clear plastic reprises iconic Americana in the form of vintage fashions and Indian chiefs, antique road maps and anatomy class skeletons, 1920s weight lifters and soft porn starlets, all slowly sashaying in the gentle breezes of the HVAC vent. It's just another night at the Jung Hotel where an antique suitcase filled with realistically slimy plastic frogs at the entrance prepares us for the for what lies in store.


The Santa Fe, New Mexico, art collective Meow Wolf's Moving Still installation at the Front greets us with an Iron Claw machine filled with plastic dinosaurs. The first two galleries are dedicated to a history of the collective, and the rear galleries feature a splendidly meandering environment like a sculptural recreation of a peyote vision formulated by Werner Herzog and Alejandro Jodorowsky. But a reflexive search for Klaus Kinski mainly yields dry ice fog arising from a display case memorial to a deceased cross dresser, and an intricately cavernous maze of psychedelically hued lattice constructions, above studded with visionary beasts from the otherworldly labyrinths that appear only to those who journey by the light of the supermoon. ~Bookhardt

The Jung Hotel: Installation by Susan Gisleson, Through August 3, Antenna Gallery, 3718 Saint Claude Ave., 250-7975; Moving Still: Mixed Media Installation by the Meow Wolf artists collective, Through Aug. 3, The Front, 4100 St. Claude Ave., 920-3980.


Sunday, July 13, 2014

Behind Closed Doors: The Spanish American Home, 1492--1898, at NOMA and the Brooklyn Museum



The title, Behind Closed Doors, sounds racy, but the subtitle, Art in the Spanish American Home, 1492-1898, suggests something more sedate. In fact, this overview of how the newly rich lived in the old Spanish colonies back when sugar was as profitable as oil is now, deals as much with social history as it does with art history. Organized by the Brooklyn Museum, and featuring works from NOMA's own significant Spanish colonial collection, this show excels at deploying elegant and occasionally bizarre objects to illustrate the lifestyles of the diverse peoples who used their wealth to create a culturally rich alternative to the staid traditions of Old Europe. In Spanish colonial society, wealth, religiosity and art were all flaunted and their culture was also part of our history--the pelican on the Louisiana state flag is actually an old Spanish Catholic (and Masonic) symbol. And although slavery was horribly cruel everywhere it existed, the French and Spanish were more open to the richness of Native American and African cultures of the sort that were celebrated in this city's Congo Square, but were banned in the British-influenced American South. That relative openness helps to explain why Spanish mestizo and Afro-Creole people appear somewhat prominently in this show.


    
Included among the blood and gold-inflected art objects are works that reflect the exoticism of a newly ascendant class. For instance, the Inca king, top, is a mid-18th century canvas commissioned by a Spanish -Inca mestizo of means, while another, Agostino Brunius' Free Women of Color with their Children and Servants, above illustrates the stylish elegance of a mixed race elite. But even Spanish colonial religious art could be quite surreal. Our Lady of Agony depicts a lady saint holding Jesus in much the way the Virgin Mary is often seen holding the Christ child, only this is a diminutive version of a bearded, bleeding crucified Jesus being held by a woman who is clearly twice his size. I have often suspected that surrealism was really born in Latin America centuries before it appeared in 1920s France, and this unpredictable show clearly furthers that assertion. ~Bookhardt

Behind Closed Doors: Art in the Spanish American Home, 1492-1898, Through Sept. 21, New Orleans Museum of Art, City Park, 658-4100.

Sunday, July 6, 2014

New Orleans' Free People of Color Rediscovered


It is in many ways a secret history. In antebellum New Orleans, the gens de couleur libres, or free people of color (FPC), experienced a golden age of influence and creativity unknown outside Louisiana. It was almost forgotten even here after segregation became the law in the 1890s, so it may come as a surprise that they were once nearly half of this city's population. By 1810, much of Haiti's Afro-Creole professional class had fled the devastation of the Haitian revolution. Here their skills were soon seen in the building of Marigny, Treme and parts of the French Quarter where they helped to create much of we think of as New Orleans culture. 

Artist-activist Jose Torres Tama, an Ecuador native who grew up in New Jersey,  became intrigued by their legacy after moving here in 1984. Over the years his interest evolved into a series of portraits and a book, both commissioned by the Ogden Museum, and now this exhibit at Le Musee de FPC sponsored by the Joan Mitchell Foundation. Here we see remarkable figures like legendary beautician/ voodoo queen Marie Laveau (above), inventor Norbert Rillieux who revolutionized sugar refining, Edmond Dede, a violinist and composer who became the conductor of a prominent French symphony orchestra, ex-slave Rose Nicaud who 200 years ago opened our first coffee shop, influential newspaper publisher Dr. Louis Roudanez, and feminist poet Alice Dunbar Nelson, among numerous noteworthy others.
    
In January of 2012, Dr. Dwight and Beverly McKenna opened Le Musee de FPC in a gorgeously restored 1859 Greek Revival manse on Esplanade Avenue to make their Creole collection more widely accessible. Within we find the secret history of this very accomplished and creative class that nimbly if quietly blended New Orleans' black and white cultures while artfully influencing both. No other large, biracial society existed anywhere else in America, but ours trongly reflects the Caribbean Creole cultures from which it evolved. In that sense, this Free People of Color expo is a perfect complement to Richard Sexton's excellent Creole World: Photographs of New Orleans and the Latin Caribbean Sphere book and exhibition at the Historic New Orleans Collections. 

Even as our forgotten history is finally coming to light, America's mixed race people are starting to be more recognized elsewhere thanks to artists like Portland's Samantha Wall. Her eloquent portraits at Stella Jones probe their inner lives, using the female body as "a site of struggle" to explore emotions such as "shame and pride" as paths to self awareness. The South's horrific history is well known, but even Oregon had racist laws that remained on the books well into the 20th century, placing Wall's work in a perhaps surprising context. America is only now in the early stages of reflecting the kind of variegated society that emerged here over two centuries ago. ~Bookhardt

New Orleans Free People of Color and Their Legacy: Portraits by Jose Torres Tama, through July 20, Le Musee de FPC, 2336 Esplanade Ave., 914-5401; Indivisible: Mixed Media Portraits of Mixed Race People by Samantha Wall, through July 31, Stella Jones Gallery, 201 St. Charles Ave., Suite 132, 568-9050. Left: Portrait of a Lady by J.H. (possibly Julien Hudson, 1811--1844) at Le Musee de FPC.