Sunday, August 7, 2011

Aztec Calendar

Aztec Calendars. Mayan Calendars. The original mandala of the Caribbean. They're intense, and it's hard to know what you're looking at. I'm really drawn to mandalas across cultures. They're like dumplings, they managed to pop up in all kinds of cultures without any of them influencing one another - China, Mexico, Europe, etc. So cool! And they all have different purposes, most of which go back to spiritual beliefs.

Intro Aztec Calendars! The Mayans did it first... but I think the Aztecs did it better. Considering most of the stone calendars that are still sold today are replications of Sun Stone Aztec Calendar. In fact, we own one. 


A little more of a breakdown: http://www.earthmatrix.com/serie02/cuad02-2.htm 

The Maya

The Pre-Columbian cultures thoroughly fascinate me. What I love about ancient art, or old world art, is that it's boggling how they did what they did. I mean, really, mind blowing. And the Maya, Axtec, Taino, Olmec, Zapotec, and Inca are the cultures that drew me into Caribbean art as an art historian, so I feel as if everything I do in both creating art and studying it goes back to those cultures. They are in multiple ways, an origin of me in art... especially the Mayan. The ballgame specifically captivates me. I think it's sort of hilarious that something they did for sport also had life or death connotations and was actually used in battle situations. And the importance of the ballgame is truly reflected in Mayan art by the thousands of effigy pieces that the people produced in honor of such a pinnacle aspect of their culture.
Caribbean art today is ALL about how Pre-Columbian art fused together with European art over time. Today we continue to see a lot of ancient spirit in Caribbean art, with the refined style that comes with European art. I think it's important to understand origins in a culture of art, especially for, say, an art student exploring her roots both known and unknown.
(90% of my family records have been lost, as my family came from Cuba as refugees, and the generations who could tell the stories all died by the time I was 8 years old. My last great aunt, Tia Isa, passed away this week after a long battle with Parkinson's disease. However, she married into my family via my Tio Raul, and helped me with what information she knew before she died. Everyone else in my family, from what my mother has told me, was very private about life before they came to the United States, as if they'd abandoned their heritage and started new as a family.)


To the Maya, as well as most other Meso-American cultures, the ballgame was held in sacred esteem. In fact, it was so sacred that it was even involved in their creation story, the Popol Vuh. The story begins with One Ahuapu, the first father, passing a cave where the gods of the underworld called out to him for a ball game. Upon descending into the underworld, he is attacked and beheaded, and his head is placed on a Calabash tree for show. A daughter of one of the underworld gods walked past the severed head and became pregnant with twins after he spat in her hand. She left the underworld and gave birth to twin boys, who later grow to challenge the gods of the underworld to a ball game in order to avenge their father. After they had won the game, the twins slay one of the gods and resurrected their father. On their journey back to the land, One Ahuapu discovered corn and takes an ear. Once home, the twins rose into the sky to become the sun and moon, but One Ahuapu remained at home as the maize god. From his ear of corn, the Mayan people were born. From this story arose three sacred Mayan motifs: twins, corn, and the ballgame.
Mayan art revolved around what they considered to be sacred motifs. An example of one of these pieces is The Ball Player Effigy, or a representation as a sculpture or monument, in the Chrysler Museum of Art in Norfolk. The Ball Player is Mayan, found in Jaina, now Campeche, in Mexico and dates to the Late Classic Period. The figure is small, six to eight inches tall, and is made of terra cotta. The effigy piece was once painted; small remnants of the famous Maya Blue, a unique pigment, still show on the equipment of the ball player. The figure is a classic Mayan: he has a prominent nose and square-like jaw. On his head is an elaborate headdress with several rectangular shapes out of which come what looks like representations of feathers flaring out at all angles. Among these feather-like headdress pieces is a long flair that looks like a bird’s tail. On the left and right bone-like pieces protrude perpendicular to the body and the rest of the headdress. The figure has large ear-spools or earrings on, and what appears to be a low relief of snakes on face, which were most likely at one point painted. He carries a yoke on his right shoulder and has what looks like an indented dish, probably some sort of breastplate, hanging around his neck with his left arm tucked beneath it. His attire is consistent with that of a ball player; he wears a long loincloth over a skirt-like garment. However, he has no ankle equipment commonly used to protect the feet and kick the ball; his feet are bare. Most of the focus of the piece is on the ball player’s headdress, which makes up a good third of the figure. Because the player is missing some equipment, and is not wearing his equipment, but carrying it, it is likely that the effigy portrays a ball player either before or after a match.



This effigy most likely served as a ritual piece. For the Maya, the origin of the ballgame laid in the Popol Vuh, and therefore, the ballgame was mostly about overcoming or facing death. To them, the ball court was a place where life and death met in the game. Although this concept seems violent, ballgames more or less celebrated the Mayan creation story. Along with this, the ballgame could also be used as a form of settling dispute, as twins played, or as a form of sacrifice or ritual to the gods. Although the act of playing the ballgame was considered sacred, ritual art still arose to display what they considered to be sacred. Although the game was casually played, there is nothing casual about this figure due to his headdress. A casual game would not have involved something so elaborate or ritualistic. Because the piece is small, it could have been mobile; its intention was to be taken from one place to another, and it probably accompanied other pieces. Its size also indicates that it was a private piece, because a public piece would have demanded a much larger size and probably would be statuary. This piece could have been viewed by anyone involved in the ritual, or by a person of importance. Its detail is too concise and the figure is too well preserved to have been of everyday use. Because it was painted, and especially because it incorporated the Maya Blue, the making of the figure was an honor, and so the figure was probably considered to be precious if not sacred.
The Ball Player Effigy, like other effigies found from Jaina, such as Woman and Old Man Deity Effigy, was painted with a unique blue pigment known as the Maya Blue. This pigment was used for sacred pieces, like as a ritual piece to a god. The careful craftsmanship of the sculpture is delicate, especially because the piece is so small. Both the pigment and the detail indicate a sense of importance to the piece that would not be put in the hands of any artist but a master. The medium, terra cotta, is a usual everyday material for Meso-American art, so the process of painting and perfecting the piece was the honorable job, not the initial workshop where the terra cotta came from. The artist chose the motif of the ball player because of its clear-cut significance to Mayan society.
The ballgame was a pinnacle part of not only Mayan culture, but also Meso-American culture as a whole. The Ball Player Effigy is just a small example of how important it was to the Maya. Its detail and precision allude to its importance as a sacred work of art, and its value at the time. Figures like this one provide art historians with a history of the culture and its values and rituals. They also speak measures of the little-known capabilities of Pre-Columbian culture, especially through the Maya Blue, the small details, and the references to elaborate ritual garb. This piece characterizes the Maya as an athletic, artistic, and cultured people with a deep regard for ritual and their roots. 



The Chrysler Museum. 2011. <http://www.chrysler.org/>.

Tom Chambers

This past semester in Computer Art, I discovered the work of Tom Chambers and fell IN love. He's probably one of my favorite artists of all time, primarily because his work has this stormy, moody atmosphere about it, and every single photograph carries a lot of weight and energy in their own individual ways. His heavy atmospheres inspire me as an artist in everything I do.

Tom Chambers
Tom Chambers’s style of photography is rustic, edgy, and split between intense and somber moments. His pieces share the same touches in lighting, color schemes, and themes in motifs, however they vary in realism. For example, Chambers’s “Dreaming in Reverse” Series primarily takes place in interiors and look genuine, like the piece Unfamiliar Melody. It shows a tall blonde woman, all in white, gently grazing a wall of musical notes inside what appears to be an empty worn stone building. The shadows and lighting are all accurate, and nothing seems to feel out of place. In contrast, The Bullfighter, from the same series, shows the profile of an exotic woman in a long patterned (Caribbean-esque) red frock eyeing down a female cow… with a giant goat head, including horns. The transition from the cow’s body to the goat’s head is so smooth that it’s almost unnoticeable… if not for the contradiction of udders and horns on the same animal. These two pieces are also a great example of how Chambers’s soft and gentle pieces and his hard-edged brooding pieces can fit in the same series.  They all have an overall eerie atmosphere and mood.


Chambers creates a hook with this atmosphere, making his viewer feel tense, as if something is missing and something strange is going to happen. His rustic taste in architecture and clothing create a unique atmosphere as well. The buildings and furniture are dilapidated, falling apart, but are antique with character. The clothing is simple and innocent, some of it with a ghostly flow. Between these aspects of the setting and the motifs edited through clever Photoshop, as a viewer I feel uncomfortable, but intrigued by the unknown.
The “Marwari” series consists of little girls and horses, which is a stereotypically cute subject. However, the series varies from sweet portrayals of a child’s gentle balance on a horse in water, to odd images of girls floating in the water along side a girl riding a bareback horse, to a simple disturbing image of a lifeless looking girl slumped in a chair on a horse’s back. As the pieces push the viewer’s boundaries of discomfort with their motifs, they become less life-like and more representational. However, like the “Dreaming in Reverse” series, they fit together despite their range in their ability to push the viewer’s comfort zone.
Chambers is a talented artist in his capacity to create a sense of intrigue in his viewers besides his play with personal boundaries. His compositions relay his vision, and although they vary dramatically, they share an eerie push. I find many of his photographs unclear in meaning, which pushes the question of why. I find myself staring at the piece, and admiring it although I don’t understand it. This admiration for the rustic setting and the uncertainty of the meaning create a sense of intrigue in every single photograph. I feel edgy, disturbed, and wanting more pieces of his puzzle all at the same time. I admire Chambers’s clear talent in messing with his viewers’ minds.



Chambers, Thomas W. Tom Chambers Photo.com. 2011. Web. 7 August 2011. <http://www.tomchambersphoto.com/index.html>.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

I hate the Post Office.

I ordered my materials to get going on my project about a month ago. They have yet to arrive. Obviously the materials I'm working with aren't exactly things you can just roll into Michaels and buy. I contacted the company, they said they'd shipped it. It appears that the Post Office has lost my stuff. Which is fantastic. So I re-ordered feathers from a different company AND I paid a little extra for fast delivery. Hopefully now the Post Office will take me a little more seriously. Also, they owe me like $60 for FEATHERS that they lost. I was not joking around with this, I'm pissed.
It appears I am going to have to use some of my earlier ideas from before my big inspirational trip to get everything done in time. It's a make it work moment. And maybe I can figure out a way to incorporate them into my little collection of artwork. I'm sure I can manipulate them a little and then my artwork will have a bit of variety going on. This is not a desirable situation at ALL, I'm going to do what I can with it. Especially since we're creeping on the 2 week mark on going back to school. 
Just updating my blog with my life story. Pretty much venting.
Anyway. To get over my bad mood, I decided to go out back and sit poolside with my dog while I got some work done. It's a miracle my laptop is still dry, they love to swim and splash.

She's a diva.

My dogs are my favorite part about coming home. I mean they're really hilarious. That one is Lola. It's not that she's my favorite... she's just a lot more photogenic than Ruffas. Plus she's funnier. So, I'm lying out by the pool, researching, working on my ever-developing artist statement, submitting my resume to virtually every employer in Newport News, plus working on this whole new Career Profile that CNU highly recommends. Totally fun stuff while I let the sunshine wash my blues away (Zac Brown Band's words, not mine). And I start looking at our pool shed, which my parents had me paint when I was 14.


It hurts my eyes a little too. In all fairness, I was 14 and I had a limited color palette since we were using old house paint. I'm just happy I pulled off a gradient in the sand. Let's not talk about the tiki men. This is everything I want to AVOID. It's cliche. 

Organic Pattern

First and foremost, just watch this:
http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1hVWxl/www.collegehumor.com/video/6422903/trippy-paint-spill-painting

Now. As an artist I'm really drawn to pattern. I think that through pattern an artist can really put his or her stamp on his or her piece, do something a little unconventional, and have the opportunity to show skill through some intense detail. Not to mention, pattern is a huge part of identifying culture when art historians study art with little or no record (say like, African Art, Taino Art, Mayan Art, Islam Art, etc). I feel that in art today (because clearly we're not living in 1300 AD), color is a gateway to pattern, and how an artist goes about applying that color is part of the signature. In this case, obviously the end product isn't the point of the piece - it's about how it's created. And in watching the clip, I couldn't help but think about art as a process and immediately I thought about a piece we studied in Pre-Columbian art. The Zapotec people took jade, which was a precious material to them (for the color) and they cleared a large space in the earth. They then arranged a TON of this jade in pattern in the ground. And buried it. No one could see the result, the art was completely about the process. The process of pouring paint and today's ability to revisit artwork doesn't make the process quite as dramatic as say burying precious materials like jade in the ground. But it's very time consuming and it does speak to art as a process in today's world. Ultimately, it reminded me of the Old World [Old School] art pieces that I've studied and loved. And it reminded me that art is a process and that the process is just as important as the end product. 

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Julia Watkins

I thought my Stumble! button was going to let me down tonight. Nope. I found Julia Watkins!  And let me get to the point as to why she is so lucky to be included in my billions of blogs: she's smart with color. Look at this painting and think about what you see.


Some trippy wavy strips of color? Wrong! Now let me provide you with the information that this piece is titled Leaning Lovers. Now do you see it? I'm sure plenty of people see the clever use of variations of chroma and value to sort of watermark the shadows of two naked people in the painting, but I was all about the interesting waves of color and then I was like WOAH! Not only is it inventive, it also takes some serious skill with a palette knife and mixing paint to pull off this effect. I admire Watkins's talent with color. I also admire the fact that according to her little artist statement, the background of the painting contributes to the physical and emotional feelings she's trying to convey between the figures. Very interesting.

Going WAY Back

I had mentioned in the one and only post I did in July that I had the privilege to travel to Colon, Panama this summer, the city where my Omi (abuelita/grandmother) was born and raised, before my great grandparents (one Venezuelan, one Cuban) decided they would move to Cuba. I feel as if my heritage is scattered all over the Caribbean and Central America. And it pretty much is. For simplicity's sake, let me break it down. Basically, I have Spanish ancestors who moved to the Caribbean themselves. And although a few generations married what you could call "the locals" (otherwise known as people with some sort of native decent), my family line remained Spanish white. This is known as a Castilian line, and it's still fawned over in the Caribbean today. Light skin, light eyes, and light hair are all the rage in the Caribbean when it comes to beauty. And what's funny is in terms of beauty, women who are well balanced between African and Hispanic/Native decent are also considered extremely beautiful, but for completely opposite reasons. BUT that is besides the point. So when people go "hey you're Cuban?! But you're really white!" I'm like uhhh yeah it's all about the family tree.
So, anywho. The point is I'm a white girl trying to pass off as Cuban. But I have all these great random members of my family who have native blood in them. It's hard to be from a Caribbean culture and NOT have native blood in you somewhere. (Really hoping I'm Incan in there somewhere, because they're my favorite and totally badass.)
ANCIENT PANAMA!!!
I was perusing through the Metropolitan Museum of Art's archives and online collection and found some ancient Caribbean art, also known as Pre-Columbian Art. I found one piece in particular from Panama that really stood out to me.


CHECK IT OUT!! The figures on these vessels are variations of mythical creatures. What stands out to me is that one of the only features that the artist chose to include on this mythical lizard is what the Met describes as "scaly or feathery details." I believe that these mythical figures are representational of what could be a composite clawed bird. Birds were significant to ancient people in not only their avian abilities that linked them between earthly and celestial realms, but in the preciousness of their feathers that allowed them flight. The ancient people (and by ancient people I mean Taino, Olmec, Mayan, all of them) believed that the world had three realms: celestial, earthly and the underworld. The only way for humans to pass between realms was by death. Therefore, they took observation to things in nature that surpassed them, such as trees and birds. These simple subjects are not only about what is beautiful, but what they considered to be more powerful than humans. And if it beats a human, it's gotta be worth painting on a vessel.
Much of modern day Caribbean art pays tribute to this way of thinking that other pieces of nature are more powerful and meaningful than human life. I have to say, I agree.