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| Showgirls,
as interpreted by Jayne Lawrence’s wire-frame banana dancers,
at Galería Ortiz. |
Last Fotoseptiembre, you might recall, the
Current
carried the banner of new(er) technology. More video! we cried. Bring
us the
audio accompaniment! Or something like that. But this year,
we’re under the
spell of
Eudora Welty, whose
classically composed and deeply moving images of the Depression-era
South are
just down the street at the
San Antonio
Museum of Art (200 W. Jones, through November 12, 978-8100).
The
exhibit is titled
Passionate
Observer, and the curator argues that what
distinguishes the
author’s photography from her famous peers is an
understanding of and love for
her subjects, who were her country people and not an exotic detour from
more
urban environs. The curator, as you know by now, is our very own
René Paul
Barilleaux — curator of art after 1945 at the McNay and late
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Eudora Welty: Passionate Observer
Gallery talks
Char Miller: “Village People: Eudora Welty and the
Rediscovery of Community in the Great Depression”
6pm Tue, Sep 12
Free
Char Miller: “What Went Wrong? The Dust Bowl, Pare Lorenz,
and New Deal Documentaries”
Film and discussion
3pm Sun, Sep 17
Free w/ general admission
René Paul Barilleaux: “Passionate Observer:
Photographs by Eudora Welty”
3pm Sun, Oct 8
Free w/ general admission
San Antonio Museum of Art
200 W. Jones
978-8100
Samuseum.org
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of the Mississippi
Museum of Art, where the show was first presented in 2002 —
who will point out
during his lecture on October 8 that Welty composes her photographs so
that the
architecture, the lighting, and other figures within the frame direct
the
viewer’s eye back to her main subject.
I visited
the exhibit last week with Trinity University professor (and
Current
contributor) Char Miller, who will
give two presentations this month placing Welty’s work in
social and historical
context. As we stood before “Ruins of Windsor, near Port
Gibson,” a 1936 image
of a former plantation home ringed in ionic columns, Miller commented
that
images from the era are preoccupied with loss, but he suggests the
ghost of
that earlier catastrophe, the Civil War, is what really haunts Welty
and other
Southern artists of the period. He pointed out the author’s
shadow protruding
from the bottom of the frame, an unusual intrusion. Welty’s
many beautiful photos
of African Americans in a segregated nation might be a form of penance,
he
suggested. Two images, hung side by side in this iteration of the
exhibit bring
the underlying politics home: a white matron, decked in political
ribbons and
standing outside a grand building stares out from one photo; to her
right, in
another frame, an equally proud African-American woman of similar age
stands in
a yard on a simple farm. What separates their fates but laws designed
to favor
one over the other?
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So passion
became the frame for a weekend of art viewing, beginning with the
Say
Sí student show,
Dualities,
at Blue
Star (1414 S. Alamo, Saysi.org), where the students have used Photoshop
filters
and manual manipulation to color and distort their hometown photos
(single
editions only, and priced to sell).
The
photographers range in age from 13-17, and while some of the work is
clearly
amateur, other prints will surprise you with their sophistication and
feeling
for their subjects. “Underground Art,” a diptych by
Ruth Mimi, changes the dark
abyss of a graffitied drainage pipe into a glowing beacon of hope. Jude
Gil
adds a surreal touch to a photo of the Blue Star silos viewed from
across the
San Antonio River. And in “Chromed Desktop,”
Everardo Cruz Gonzalez creates a
futuristic metallic landscape out of what looks to have been a still
life
composed with anachronistic objects. I was also drawn to Tania
Soto’s simple
diptych of King William townhomes; in the bottom frame they waver,
fade, and
melt, a reminder of the historic neighborhood’s cycle of
decline and renewal,
and of the changing populations that pass through it.
Just
across Rue Bernard at the U
TSA Satellite
Space, a more thoroughly realized tribute to San
Antonio’s natural
environment employs the painstaking collotype method of photographic
printmaking, which uses glass plates, lithographic inks, and a press
(115 Blue
Star, 458-4389). “Japanese Tea Garden,” by
Rose
Harms, is an accordion-fold book of collotype images of the
Japanese
Sunken Garden at Brackenridge taken in November 1990 and excerpts from
Okakura
Kazuko’s 1913
Book of Tea.
“Infinity is the Fleeting, the Fleeting is the Vanishing, the
Vanishing is the
Reverting,” reads one passage, all the more moving given the
gardens’ slow
decline during the last decade and the renovations now underway.
A park
needs treats for the kiddies, of course, and Angela Franks’s
“From Balloons”
obliges, with close-up photos of knotted and massed sausage balloons
(the kind
used to make animals). Her work, toeing the line between abstract and
figurative with a touch of surreal, leads us to my favorite show of the
week
which, I confess, is not photography. And if it shows passion for its
subject,
that subject is the interior landscape of
Jayne
Lawrence. Last year at REM Gallery, Lawrence showed a
collection of
small, ceramic, anthropomorphic fruit: flying apples and pears with
tiny wings;
dancing bananas, some with orifices in strange places. They were
enchanting and
disturbing and could overwhelm you in swarms. Now, in the wake of a
sculpture
residency in New York, come lifesize, wire-frame banana dancers in high
heels,
squatting, lunging, quivering a little in your wake (the wings are
articulated), and threateningly, androgynously sexual in the manner of
the MC
from
Cabaret (on view at
Galería
Ortiz, 4026 McCullough, 826-8623).
Strange and mesmerizing creatures they are, and a sturdy bridge to some
of the
artist’s earlier sculptural work that dealt with forms,
uniforms, and assigned
roles.