“Miles Davis vs Jazz”

Pablo Picasso: “In painting you can try anything. As long as you never do anything over again.”

Miles Davis: “Now, nothing in music and sounds is ‘wrong.’ You can hit anything, any kind of chord. … Music is wide open for anything.”

Pablo Picasso: “You see me here, and yet I’ve already changed. I’m already somewhere else.”

Miles Davis: “Nothing is out of the question the way I think and live my life. I’m always thinking about creating. My future starts when I wake up every morning.”

From the current issue of Jazz Times (July/August 2010), Nat Hentoff on a new Miles exhibit and book.

“A Fine Arts Museum’s Tribute to Nonpareil Miles.”

When I lived in Boston eons ago, the Museum of Fine Arts was within walking distance, and I often visited to get high on such paintings as a Renoir of a young couple in what looked like a New Orleans-style slow dance. I’d stand there fantasizing about taking the man’s place in the painting, but I never expected to find anything of jazz in this legendary museum’s exhibitions. Nor have I heard of jazz as a fine art in any of the other museums around the country. I have been at jazz concerts at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, but there’s nothing of Louis, Duke, Pres, Bix or Trane in the galleries there.

Suddenly, however, in a very prestigious museum of fine arts—having opened in April and continuing until Aug. 29—there is a stunning media exhibition on someone the museum accurately calls “one of the jazz world’s greatest innovators.”

Coinciding with the event is a very large-size, hardback catalog, on the cover of which—characteristically sizing you up skeptically—is Miles Davis. The book and exhibition are titled “We Want Miles: Miles Davis vs. Jazz.” And nowhere else have I seen so much of Miles, from his boyhood on.

Miles and I were friends—until Bitches Brew. He never forgave me for not turning handsprings over his venture into electronics. I felt Miles was electrifying without the added wattage. But since he was always trying something new, and always expecting attention, I’m sure he would have been delighted by this polyrhythmic, visual and sonic odyssey of his life.

This tribute to the always-alive music of Miles is not in an American museum; the ones here are not yet hip to jazz as an art. This awakening challenge to our treasures of high art is mounted by the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts. It’s the first one there, but it has been brewing for a long time. (for the rest…)

Sculptor & painter Louise Bourgeois pursued an intensely personal vision

Sculptor Louise Bourgeois, an amazing, iconoclastic artist died on May 30, 2010. As the New York Times obitiuary states “the French-born American artist who gained fame only late in a long career, when her psychologically charged abstract sculptures, drawings and prints had a galvanizing effect on younger artists, particularly women.” Artist Richard Wentworth, of the Royal College of Art, relates that:

“She connected the intensely private act of being an artist with the intensely public act of developing a worldwide audience. To have worked constantly for so long and so publicly – is in a field of its own. There are very few female artists who make it to later life and it’s very tough to be a woman artist or sculptor.” Conceptual artist Jenny Holzer said she “orbited Bourgeois” and that “my artist friends and I are crying today”. French President Nicolas Sarkozy also paid tribute to Bourgeois, calling her “a very great artist” who “never stopped creating and renewing herself in her art”. (BBC)

In his column GompArts, Will Gomertz of the BBC, adds some thoughts on Bourgeois and her legacy and links to an insightful article he wrote for the Guardian in 2008 on first encountering her work. Gompertz wrote about how,  ”the rage, fear and frustration in Louise Bourgeois’ autobiographical art shocked me into understanding what it must be like to be a woman.”

All the Femme Maison (literally house woman/housewife) paintings share the same idea. In each one, a woman has a house covering her head, below which her naked body protrudes. She thinks she is safe and secure in her domestic prison, because that is all she can see around her. She has no idea that she is flashing her genitals to all and sundry, more vulnerable than ever. It’s the stuff of nightmares where you are publicly exposed and shamed. These paintings succinctly sum up the struggle of every woman and their destiny to live with the responsibilities and constrictions of trying to maintain the balance of wife, mother and housekeeper while trying to retain a semblance of individuality in such sapping domestic circumstances. The simplicity of the paintings adds to the sense of entrapment; there wasn’t the time for anything more studied or crafted. Guardian

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