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Peeks and Piques!
By
RAYMOND J. STEINER OVER
THE PAST 20 years, our trips abroad, though invariably pleasurable, have
always been business-related, this past one to Europe, our tenth, no different
from the rest. Our trips to France, Germany, Switzerland, Italy, Belgium,
Spain, Austria, the Czech Republic, England, Ireland — as with our
trips to China, Singapore, Costa Rica, Barbados, have always included
visits to major museums, palaces, cathedrals, art centers and other institutions
and/or cultural sites where I have delivered papers and lectures —
all of which we have reported on in these pages. For the most part, these
trips have enlarged our cultural horizons and, we trust, have enriched
the readers (if only vicariously) of ART TIMES. It is with considerable misgiving, therefore, that I
find myself bringing back little to report on for this latest trip, since
it was one on which we looked forward to extending our travels eastward
to include Vienna and Budapest. As I noted in our last issue in my review
of Peter Paul Rubens, Vienna was hosting three separate exhibitions of
Rubens’s work at three different museums, touting the ensemble as
one of the largest showings of the artist’s work in one city —
and, as I said in my article, it was my intention to “take a look”
when we got there. Furthermore, Vienna is the home of the Albertina, one
of the world’s largest holders of Dürer’s work, and it
was also my intention to have my first real encounter with that artist’s
work other than in reproductions — so it was with considerable anticipation
and excitement that we looked forward to our first visit to Vienna. Bureaucratic
nonsense held us up from seeing any of Rubens’s work (they accepted
my AICA credentials but refused to acknowledge Cornelia’s credentials
without a long rigmarole of office hopping — time which we could
not afford on our limited stay in the city). Paying an entrance fee was
certainly no problem, but not having access to information and images
would have thwarted our purposes. The closest we got to Rubens was to
see a reproduction of his painting of his second wife at our hotel (The
Regina). As for the Albertina, the only work on view were traveling
exhibitions, and a handful of reproductions of Dürer’s
etchings! We were told by the press officer that original work (other
than the transient shows) in the museum’s holdings were “never
on view” and could only be seen by academics with special pre-arrangement.
When we requested information on their permanent collection, the public
relations office had none to offer. We left the Albertina with not a scrap
of information. I consoled myself with the thought that I would at least
have the opportunity to expand my knowledge of Hungarian art and artists
when I got to Budapest to visit their National Museum of Art. What I got
when I arrived, was more frustration. Our West German friends (and hosts)
explained that we were getting a first-hand lesson in the legacy of Socialist
bureaucracy. Again, as with our experience in Vienna, our credentials
proved ineffectual in our being able to obtain any information about individual
artists or the museum’s holdings in general. We were offered the
services of a guide — if we would pay her — but who
could only give us information about the building — she knew nothing
about individual artists. She informed us that only a “curator”
could help us, but that none were available. When we asked for press information
about the artists we were pointed in the direction of the gift shop where
we could purchase books on the artists! Needless to say, we again came
away empty-handed though, from the brief look I had, I would have gladly
shared with my readers my comments and observations about two painters
in particular, Mihály Munkácsy and László
Paál — marvelous painters from what I could see! As representatives
of the press and especially as publishers of an arts journal, we have
almost invariably been treated with both courtesy and a wealth of information
(press packets, catalogues, images, etc.) that, after all, can only help
publicize the places we visit. It was extremely difficult to contend with
the shortsightedness of museum functionaries who seemed intent on keeping
their institutions “secret” from the public. What a pity I
cannot share with you any insights into the collections of such places
as Vienna’s the Albertina and the Museum of Fine Arts, or Budapest’s
National Museum of Art that might whet your appetite and encourage a visit!
Aside from my disappointment insofar as art was concerned, our trip was
a resounding success — as you can readily see by reading Cornelia’s
“Report from Europe”. Vienna’s coffee houses, the Spanish
Riding School, the gypsy and other outdoor markets, the palaces and churches,
the view of the Danube from Gellert Hill in Buda, the food, the music,
and the guided tour provided by Budapest’s Tourist Office (very
helpful, incidentally) along with the personal shepherding by Jacky
Sparkowsky, Jörg Iwan (our Berlin hosts) and their Hungarian friend,
László Fésüs, were all and more than what we
expected. The trips to Lago di Garda, Vallegio, Verona and Venice with
Gaby and Norbert Wittmer (our Munich hosts), after viewing “Die
Welt als Mikrokosmos” (The World in a Microcosm), a retrospective
showing of Heinrich J. Jarczyk’s oils, watercolors, etchings, and
drawings in Munich, made the second half of our trip through Europe equally
exciting and wonderful. Three days in Cologne at the home of Heinrich
and Christiane Jarczyk capped a very rewarding time of gracious hospitality,
generosity, and friendship both at the respective homes of all of our
hosts as well as along the way from destination to destination. That
trip was a resounding success! We closed our travels with some time
in Barbados at the home of Barbara Gill (friend and owner of our courier
service, Valley Courier of Kingston, NY) where I took the opportunity
of visiting the painter, Gordon Webster, whom I had only known through
the mails (he had suggested a trade of a painting for a copy of my book,
The Art Students League of New York: A History — a swap I
gladly accepted.) It was nice meeting face-to-face at his gallery, “Gang
of Four.” The time between our return and getting out this issue
was not only brief but filled with days of catching up on 5 weeks of mail
— so there was little time to visit and write about any shows on
the local scene. I had a slight echo of the frustration I encountered
in Europe when I sneaked in a quick peek at a landscape show in Woodstock,
hoping to include at least one critique in this issue. Much to my chagrin
the gallery had no checklist available — a simple courtesy extended
by most professional galleries for the reviewer since it precludes having
to copy down titles, mediums and sizes, a time-consuming annoyance that
detracts from the creative process of critiquing a show. Gallery owners
and artists take note: having such lists available greatly enhances the
chances for a review/critique. Such a practice facilitates a writer’s
job by preparing a ready, correct, and complete list that allows for pertinent
note-taking rather than imposing on the reviewer the necessity of a tedious
transcription of specifics that, in the heat of concentrated evaluation,
can often lead to errors. A ready-made press packet ought to be available
to the press at all times, and artists seeking press coverage have the
responsibility of seeing that the people who represent them have such
materials on hand. I’ve walked out of more than one gallery that
did not extend such professional courtesy, sometimes deciding against
a critique or review of work that I was initially moved to write about.
‘Nuff said. I also stopped in at the Hopper House in Nyack, NY,
featuring the Subway Drawings of Elijah Silverman, an artist I have long
admired and written about. Unfortunately, the show closes on Feb 28 but
will (with some additions and deletions) be re-opening at the Belskie
Museum, 280 High St., Closter, NJ, Mar 6-27. Another exhibit (I have only
had the opportunity of browsing the catalogue) which seems promising is
“Renaissance and Baroque Bronzes from the Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge”
at The Frick Collection in NYC, (thru Apr 24). I think both of these shows
warrant your attention. |