Showing posts with label Diego Rivera. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Diego Rivera. Show all posts

Friday, February 4, 2022

The Blue & Red Houses of Frida Kahlo & Leon Trotsky


La Casa Azul in Coyoacan of Kahlo and Rivera.

La Casa Azul in Coyoacan of Kahlo and Rivera.

The Blue & Red Houses of Frida Kahlo & Leon Trotsky



Jeff Vonder Schmidt
17 September 2015


I’m very much in two worlds simultaneously right now. I’ve recently returned from an amazing week in Coyoacan with Gabriela Ortiz, following up with her and other friends in Mexico City on the success of our Los Angeles International New Music Festival this past July and planning next steps for the future. At the same time I’m also wrapping my head around my new post as artistic advisor to the Hanoi Philharmonic Orchestra and planning the first concerts of the Hanoi New Music Ensemble (probably its working title for now).

Monday, August 17, 2015

Frida Kahlo’s Passionate Hand-Written Love Letters to Diego Rivera



Frida Kahlo’s Passionate Hand-Written Love Letters to Diego Rivera
by Maria Popova
“Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain.”
Mexican painter and reconstructionist Frida Kahlo is among the most remarkable figures of contemporary culture. At a young age, she contracted polio, which left her right leg underdeveloped — an imperfection she’d later come to disguise with her famous colorful skirts. A decade later, as one of only thirty-five female students at Mexico’s prestigious Preparatoria school, she was in a serious traffic accident, which resulted in multiple body fractures and internal lesions inflicted by an iron rod that had pierced her stomach and uterus. It took her three months in full-body cast to recover and though she eventually willed her way to walking again, she spent the rest of her life battling frequent relapses of extreme pain and enduring frequent hospital visits, including more than thirty operations. As a way of occupying herself while bedridden, Kahlo made her first strides in painting — then went on to become one of the most influential painters in modern art.
Two years after the accident, in 1927, she met the painter Diego Rivera, whose work she’d come to admire and who became her mentor. In 1929, despite the vocal protestations of Kahlo’s mother, Frida and Diego were wedded and one of art history’s most notoriously tumultuous marriages commenced. Both had multiple affairs, the most notable of which for bisexual Kahlo were with French singer, dancer, and actress Josephine Baker and Russian Marxist theorist Leon Trotsky. And yet her bond with Diego was one of transcendental passion and immense love.
Kahlo’s love letters to Rivera, found in The Diary of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait (public library) and stretching across the twenty-seven-year span of their relationship, bespeak the profound and abiding connection the two shared, brimming with the seething cauldron of emotion with which all fully inhabited love is filled: elation, anguish, devotion, desire, longing, joy. In their breathless intensity, they soar in the same stratosphere of love letters as those exchanged between Georgia O’Keeffe and Alfred StieglitzAnaïs Nin and Henry Miller, and Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-West.
Diego.
Truth is, so great, that I wouldn’t like to speak, or sleep, or listen, or love. To feel myself trapped, with no fear of blood, outside time and magic, within your own fear, and your great anguish, and within the very beating of your heart. All this madness, if I asked it of you, I know, in your silence, there would be only confusion. I ask you for violence, in the nonsense, and you, you give me grace, your light and your warmth. I’d like to paint you, but there are no colors, because there are so many, in my confusion, the tangible form of my great love.
F.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera at the Bowes Museum

Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera

Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera at the Bowes Museum

An odd couple take over the former home of another odd couple. No wonder Frida Kahlo's winking. The Guardian Northerner's arts ace Alan Sykes explains
Posted by
Alan Sykes
The Guardian, Friday 11 May 2012 12.00 BST

Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera at the Bowes Museum
Frida Kahlo. Some character. If you haven't already read Barbara Kingsolver's 'The Lacuna', do. It's a warmly imaginative account of the curious pair. Photograph: Lucienne Bloch
Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera made a pretty odd couple – Rivera the much older, much travelled, much married friend of Modigliani and Picasso, Kahlo the Hungarian-Jewish-Spanish-Mexican surrealist painter from the Casa Azul. The Bowes Museum's founders John and Josephine Bowes weren't exactly conventional either – he the race horse-owning illegitimate heir to 43,200 acres and a large chunk of the Durham coalfield, she a grande horizontale actress turned obsessive collector.

According to the Bowes' head of exhibitions, Vivien Vallack, the museum's visitors are interested in photography exhibitions as well as the many other two and three dimensional delights of their treasure house in the Dales. So when the Mexican Embassy offered her the chance to be the only place in Britain to host an exhibition of photographs documenting the extraordinary lives of Kahlo and Rivera, she jumped at it.

The long and bloody Mexican revolution was fortunate in having Rivera as its unofficial "artist in residence" – with Jacques-Louis David and the French revolution arguably the only other one with a great artist on hand to record it. After Rivera's early cubist period, he tended towards a socialist realist figuration, but his work can also be said to hark back to the fresco painting tradition of renaissance Italy – with workers and their struggles as the subject of his murals, rather than princes and their battles. Although a communist, he got on surprisingly well with American millionaires – he created "Detroit Industry", a huge mural for Henry Ford, another for the New York Stock Exchange Luncheon Club, as well as a commission from the Rockefellers. In an act of astonishing vandalism, the Rockefeller Center in New York, having commissioned him to create "Man at the Crossroads" a giant mural for the ground floor wall of the centre, took exception to the fact that Rivera had inserted a portrait of Lenin, leading the managers to destroy the entire work. Rivera got his revenge, as he used his fee from the Rockefellers to paint another portrait of Lenin (this time with Trotsky) as part of a mural in the Independent Labour Institute in Mexico City. One of the photographs here shows Kahlo typing a letter of protest which Rivera is dictating about the removal of the mural.
Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera at the Bowes MuseumLittle and large, but equally strong-minded. Kahlo's reputation has lately overhauled Rivera's. Photograph: Bowes Museum

Frida Kahlo said:
I suffered two grave accidents in my life. One involved a bus, the other is Diego.

Diego was more than double her age when they met, and the marriage was stormy – or rather marriages, as they divorced and then got together again. It was while Rivera was working for Ford in Detroit that Kahlo painted Miscarriage in Detroit, one of the first of her self-portraits. Rivera said of it:
Frida began work on a series of masterpieces which had no precedent in the history of art – paintings which exalted the feminine quality of truth, reality, cruelty and suffering. Never before had a woman put such agonized poetry on canvas as Frida did at this time in Detroit.

One of the photographs here shows her working in her studio under her double self-portrait, The Two Fridas, one of which has her heart cut open, while the other, heart intact, holds a miniature of Rivera, which was painted while the couple were divorced.

Another of her admirers was the French surrealist Andre Breton, who visited Mexico in 1938, and described it as a "surrealist country par excellence".

When Trotsky, chased out of Norway by Stalin's pressure, arrived in Mexico in 1938, he stayed with the couple, and Frida's affair with him was one of the factors that led to her brief divorce. Here is a YouTube clip of the three of them together, with twangy Mexican guitar accompaniment.
Whether Rivera was actively complicit in Trotsky's murder does not seem to be proven, but the fact that the assassins used his truck in their attack is suspicious, to say the least.

The photographs in this exhibition form a timeline that documents the two artists' lives. Photographs from both weddings are here, and the first known photograph of the couple, at a May Day rally in 1929, while a poignant last picture of them together was taken in 1952, with both clearly unwell. The last picture of Frida shows that she never lost her revolutionary zeal – despite having had her gangrenous leg amputated, she is pictured, only 11 days before her death in 1954, attending a demonstration against the CIA's overthrow of Guatemala's democratically elected president, Jacobo Arbenz. See more on that in this Guardian Northerner post from yesterday.
Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera at the Bowes MuseumSupper at San Angel; another of the pictures in the Bowes exhibition. Photograph: Louis Riley

This exhibition has been organised by the Mexican Foreign Office and the National Institute of Fine Art in Mexico City. It is a part of the Vamos festival of Latin and Lusiphone events and exhibitions happening across the North East in June and July.

Complicidades: Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera opens at the Bowes Museum, Barnard Castle, this Saturday and runs until 24 June., before moving to the Ukraine.


Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Secret letters unravel Frida Kahlo legend

Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera

Secret letters unravel Kahlo legend

How well do we know Mexico's most celebrated artist? 100 years after her birth, I discover a new twist ...
Posted by Javier Espinoza
The Guardian, Tuesday 11 December 2007 16.10 GMT


Kahlo and Rivera
No sign of Trotsky ... a photograph of Kahlo and Rivera from Kahlo's private correspondance
It's part of Frida Kahlo's considerable legend that she had a brief but passionate love affair with Trotsky shortly after his arrival in Mexico from Russia, where Stalin had ousted him from the government. Yet judging by a series of letters and documents that have only now come to light, it turns out the "affair" never took place. In the letters the painter talks down to the revolutionary and campaigns for her husband, fellow painter Diego Rivera, to assume a more prominent role in the communist party.
The documents have remained hidden for 50 years on Rivera's orders. Rivera, 20 years Kahlo's senior, left strict orders to his trust's caretakers not to open them until 15 years after his death in 1957. However, one of Rivera's patrons kept the collection secret in the couple's house-turned-museum, fearing it might contain information that would compromise the couple's image.
Reading the letters, given exclusively to Guardian Unlimited, I feel like a secret spectator on the legendary artists' lives. In 1939, Kahlo wrote to Trotsky from Paris: "Dear Lev Davidovich: In your letter you say: 'Diego should never accept a bureaucratic position in the organisation because he never writes, never answers letters, never comes to meetings on time (...)' So your conclusion is that he is a lousy 'secretary'. This position of yours I find rather unjust and childish. On several occasions in your house I observed that whenever there was a discussion of any kind, and Diego gave his opinion, you always took it with a certain irony and doubtfulness of its truthfulness. This kind of irony in time gets on one's nerves".
The letters also dispel the image of Rivera as an abusive husband to Kahlo, who died in 1954 at the age of 47. His ardour in the letters is almost embarrassing. In 1932 he wrote from Detroit: "Little sweet child of mine: My beautiful baby, I have just received your letter and I have no words but to say I love you. Many kisses my child."
Kahlo was not only emotionally but economically dependent on Rivera. "Take the 300 dollars from the mask to pay your bills," he writes from a hotel in the United States in 1939. Although both were known for their infidelities Frida grew more and more obsessed by him. In a note to him she writes: "Child of my eyes: Today, even though you don't remember, is your saint's day. 13 November. I am giving you these little things so you see that I know every single day of your life because your life is mine. Your girl, Frida."
The letters are among more than 30,000 other objects, photographs, notes, sketches, magazines, books and pieces of clothing that will become fully available to researchers for the first time next summer. I am heading there myself to discover more hidden treasures.



Monday, July 14, 2014

Frida Kahlo / A life of hope and defiance

Frida Kahlo: a life of hope and defiance

Betrayal, miscarriage, abortion, childlessness, a crippling road accident: Frida Kahlo transformed her suffering into transcendental art. Here Jay Griffiths explains how this extraordinary artist inspired her new novel
By Jay Griffiths
The Guardian , Wednesday 26 March 2014


Frida Kahlo's Autoritratto con scimmie (1943)View larger picture
'She transformed her suffering and made that transformation eloquent for others' … A detail from Frida Kahlo's Autoritratto con Scimmie (1943). Photograph: Banco de México Diego Rivera & Frida Kahlo Museums Trust, México DF. Click to enlarge
"I can't get over this hangover," a tequila-drinking parrot squawked in the courtyard. The household seethed with monkeys, tiny Itzcuintli dogs, an osprey, tame doves and a pet fawn: companions and perhaps child-substitutes for their artist-owner Frida Kahlo. Lemons, watermelons and flowers filled the house, and an organ cactus scraped the sky. Near so much life, death jangled a different music: she kept a foetus which a doctor had sent her as a gift in her bedroom, as a Mexican-style memento mori; a cardboard skeleton wore Frida's clothes; and the bed's canopy had a huge mirror so that, when bedridden, she could paint herself, a still life, a stilled life.
  1. A Love Letter from a Stray Moon
  2. by Jay Griffiths

Kahlo was transgressive, dressing as a savvy young man when she was young and later taking women lovers as well as men (including Trotsky). She was wry, earthy, smutty and droll. She sometimes wore gold and diamond tooth caps, glittering when she smiled. If she had a rogueish, mischievous streak, she was also serious, a fervent communist. A character as individual, an artistry as intimate and a life story as passionate as hers – including a devastating love, a near-fatal accident, betrayal, miscarriage, abortion and childlessness – touches people in deeply personal ways. Kahlo's art has a lasting power – this month a major exhibition of her work opens in Rome, and the Museum of Latin American Art in California hosts an exhibition of her photographic collection.
Born in 1907, childhood polio left Kahlo's right leg damaged and, partly to mask it, she later took to wearing the gorgeous long skirts of Tehuana costume so associated with her. By 15, she was fascinated by biology (an interest that never left her) and wanted to become a doctor, but she was condemned to a bitterly different medical career – as a patient.
Frida Kahlo's The Broken Column 
(1944)'The painting seems to shiver with a frozen intensity of agony – and yet it is hot with pride and a fierce survival instinct' … Frida Kahlo's The Broken Column (1944). Photograph: Tate/Banco de México and INBAL, Mexico
When Kahlo was 18, she was hideously injured in a near-fatal street accident in which a bus collided with a tram. In her convalescence, she began to paint. During her short life (she died aged 47) her body, with its pulverised bones and physical pain, became one of the enduring motifs of her work. In The Broken Column she paints her spine as a shattered Ionic column, with nails hammered into her face and body. Her painting seems to shiver with a frozen intensity of agony – and yet it is hot with pride and a fierce survival instinct. There may be an appeal in the trope of female suffering (think Princess Diana or Marilyn Monroe), but Kahlo ferociously refused to merely suffer. Her work unflinchingly anatomised body parts in the manner of a medical textbook, but also used organs as emotional emblems, including depicting herself painting with her own blood; her palette her heart.
"I suffered two grave accidents in my life," she was to write. One was the tram. "The other accident is Diego." She and the Mexican muralist Diego Rivera first met when she was 15, and a student at a college where Diego was commissioned to paint a mural. So badly behaved were Frida and her gang that the previous muralists had armed themselves with pistols to deal with the kids. After meeting again in 1928, they married the following year, and she yearned for a child with him. Although she became pregnant several times, she had two terminations for medical reasons and one miscarriage. Her pelvis, it seems, had been too badly damaged to support a baby. Her painting Henry Ford Hospital depicts the artist, naked and alone on blood-soaked sheets, surrounded by a barren landscape that echoes her own barrenness. "Never before," said Diego, "has a woman put such agonized poetry on canvas."
She mothered other people's children, particularly her sister Cristina's, but then came pain of a new hue: Diego and Cristina began an affair. By 1939, Frida and Diego were divorced – but not for long. They fascinated and intoxicated each other. In 1940, she married him a second time.
My Nurse and I or Me Suckling by Frida Kahlo (1937)'She reverses the normal scale of female experience, so breastfeeding – too often a secretive and furtive action – is painted as a huge, cosmic activity' … My Nurse and I or Me Suckling by Frida Kahlo (1937). Photograph: Tate/Banco de México and INBAL
Women have an inner biological life whose stories (exquisite or griefstruck) are invisible and often untold: the hidden intensity of menstruation, pregnancy or breastfeeding, the grief of infertility. Kahlo turned her life inside out, making exterior this interior female life. Her work is a form of x-ray. In My Nurse and I, breastmilk is depicted like sap, so intensely realised that you can almost hear the milk drawing down within the breast. She reverses the normal scale of female experience, so breastfeeding – too often a secretive and furtive action – is painted as a huge, cosmic activity. She tells a grateful truth: that breastfeeding women may experience themselves as enormous with life, world-mothering and miraculous. The nurse's face is a huge mask, and Kahlo's work acts like a mask for many women: her work both disguises them and gives stature to their experience.
I have no child – not by choice, and this is one aspect of Kahlo's appeal for me. I wrote a short novel, partly because of childlessness, and the novel, evoking Kahlo's life, is a partial eclipse of myself. She was my mask, my elsewhere, my alibi. "Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth," wrote Oscar Wilde.
Kahlo collected indigenous masks (she was part indigenous herself) and adored the Day of the Dead masks, so jaunty with life. She painted masks, including one where she painted her own face as a mask on the face of a hunted, injured deer. Her work also uses the tradition of votive art – part of her heritage was Catholic – and can be an open prayer for courage: "Tree of Hope, Keep Firm", she writes across a painting of a parched and treeless landscape. To write the past is to hold a memory. To write the present is to stand witness. To write the future is to cast a spell, and this was my prayer, to spell motherhood with three letters: a-r-t.
My novel is a symbolic narrative of emotions – rather than a literal transcription – and I admire in Kahlo's work her refusal to take the path of either realism or surrealism: rather she painted as if the mind's metaphors were real. So, for example, her work is threaded with tendrils, ribbons, ties, tentacles, hair, roots, vines, veins, fallopian tubes. The meaning is in the matter: everything is interconnected in her philosophy.
But if I had to name a single quality that draws me to her work, it is defiance. She defied her destiny as victim: though her physical body was broken, she turned it into a work of art, creating savage beauty. Childless, she made her painting her child. Her defiance was also political: in the US, she railed against the rich for partying while thousands starved.
Her defiance becomes transcendence: an extraordinary, furious hope infuses her work, verdant and proliferating, a belief in the birth of new life through death. Life grins and wriggles in her art, it jumps with vitality. Moons, suns, skies, butterflies, rain and trees all seem capable of transformation, curling, unfolding, glistening. Her brushwork creates forests of hairy leaves, alive as monkeys, a fertile, ancient, earthen and rooted world plugged into subterranean energy.
She transformed her suffering and made that transformation eloquent for others. Working on her last painting – of watermelons – eight days before her death, she inscribed into the painting a three-word prayer: VIVA LA VIDA. Long live life. Amen to that.
• A Love Letter from a Stray Moon by Jay Griffiths is published by Little Toller


Thursday, January 26, 2012

Diego Rivera at the Museum of Modern Art

Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo

Diego Rivera at the Museum of Modern Art:

Then and now—revolutionary art for revolutionary times

By Clare Hurley
21 December 2011
Diego Rivera murals for the Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) in New York City
November 13, 2011 through May 14, 2012

The Museum of Modern Art’s curators could hardly have known that Occupy Wall Street protesters would be evicted from their encampment in downtown Manhattan the same week that their exhibition of Mexican artist Diego Rivera (1886-1957) opened in November, but the coincidence has been widely commented on.
               Rivera’s name has become virtually synonymous with epic murals of social revolution in the first decades of the 20th century. Given the appropriate update, his image of a soldier lunging, sword drawn, across a woman and child to attack a crowd of workers in The Uprising, might have been drawn from today’s news.

              In this context, the modest scale of the exhibit at MoMA might be a disappointment, especially when compared to the exhaustive retrospectives that the museum regularly awards to major artists from the modernist canon. (Coinciding with the Rivera exhibit, a much larger show of Abstract Expressionist Willem de Kooning took up the museum’s entire sixth floor.)
              However, the impact of the Rivera murals, under conditions where the first significant social struggles in several decades are erupting in the United States, is not diminished by the exhibit’s size.
              It has been an ongoing challenge to show murals outside of their original physical context. MoMA’s current exhibit reprises the solution arrived at in 1931 when the newly founded museum proposed to feature Rivera in its second one-man show. Rivera devised these “freestanding murals,” painted on movable slabs, to reproduce frescoes that were impossible to move—literally embedded in the walls of the Ministry of Education (Secretaria de Educación Publicá) in Mexico City and other municipal buildings constructed in the early 1920s by the Mexican nationalist government of President Álvaro Obregón. Indeed, the very conception of the murals as a structural part of cultural life for the Mexican population—secular, revolutionary responses to church frescoes—was the antithesis of a travelling art show.
            By the late 1920s, Mexican muralism was at a decisive juncture—just reaching the peak of its influence as an art movement internationally, which no doubt was one of the attractions for the new museum in New York, while the political currents that it was bound up with were in fact turning.
            Something of this contradiction comes across in the exhibit itself, though it is beyond the organizers to address these issues adequately. The powerful appeal of socialist politics following the Russian Revolution was felt by broad layers of the population, especially with the economic collapse of 1929, and could not be ignored.
           Furthermore, Rivera’s connection with socialism was more than just a vague “sympathy with [Leon] Trotsky,” which is the exhibit's only note of the relationship. The power of Rivera’s work was integrally bound up not just with the radical nationalist Mexican Revolution, but more fundamentally with the establishment of the first worker’s state in Russia in 1917 and the sharp political struggles that arose in the subsequent decade.
          It is not a secondary matter that Rivera came out in support of Trotsky and the building of a new revolutionary international in opposition to Stalinism, before succumbing to the pressures of the bureaucracy later in life. The Mexican painter’s independence from the Stalinist orbit allowed him to treat life and society in a dynamic and fresh manner in the 1930s, unlike those who were following the dictates of “socialist realism” and other suffocating doctrines.
         The Museum of Modern Art’s first curator, Alfred H. Barr, met Rivera while in Moscow in 1927, where the already renowned painter and member of the Mexican Communist Party was a guest of honor at the festivities honoring the tenth anniversary of the Russian Revolution. (Rivera’s marvelous sketchbook from the event is also included in the exhibit.)
         Some have found it ironic that Barr, who represented not only MoMA, but its founding patrons, wealthy socialite Abby Aldrich Rockefeller and her husband industrialist John D. Rockefeller, Jr. invited—all expenses paid—an artist known for his Communist views to come to New York to paint murals for the museum.
         In addition to the fact that the American ruling elite no doubt had more enlightened artistic views than its counterpart today, figures such as Abby Rockefeller still had the confidence to associate themselves with what they considered the most progressive artistic trends of the time—to a point, as we shall see. Today, such an association would not be so much ironic as inconceivable.
        Rivera, always known for his prodigious artistic output, produced five “portable frescoes” for the MoMA exhibit in the course of just six weeks in November, working with a team of assistants in an unheated space in the museum. (The lack of heat was to keep the plaster slabs on which the murals were painted from drying too quickly.)
       These panels reproduce images from Rivera’s well known fresco cycle in Cuernavaca, Mexico, which depicts Mexican history in sweeping breadth: Sugar Cane, Liberation of the Peon, Indian Warrior, and Agrarian Leader Zapata were included. But instead of trying to recreate their original scale, Rivera indicated that these images were lifted from the much larger work through close cropping.


                 For example, Indian Warrior is no larger than a traditional painting, and seems almost too small to contain its subject: a peasant in a jaguar suit straddling a fallen Spanish conquistador. The large impassive eyes and white fangs of the mask emphasize the brutal determination of the man inside the suit as he plunges a knife into the armored man beneath him.
                Rivera was not only a productive but also somewhat unpredictable artist to work with. The original number of panels agreed to may have been eight, maybe six. In fact, the MoMA show opened in December 1931 with five panels, but Rivera continued working after the opening to produce three additional panels of New York scenes.
              Perhaps feeling he had given the museum the Mexican panels they wanted, Rivera turned his attention to what he considered his real subject and intended audience, in this case the American population.
Inspired by his experience of New York City, these panels show a modern metropolis at the height of a building boom made possible by the legions of available labor during the Great Depression. The skyscrapers that came to define the city’s iconic skyline all went up in a staggeringly short period of time. The Empire State Building, the tallest building in the world at the time, went up in just over a year, and was completed in 1931 while Rivera was in the city.
              But Rivera was responding to more than just the protean feats of modern industry. While American artists of the time, such as Charles Sheeler, painted pictures of factories as though no one worked in them, Rivera’s panels Pneumatic Drill and Electric Power, as well as his preparatory sketches of construction sites, emphasize the essential agency of human labor—man and machine seem as one—to these technological achievements.



                However, it has been Frozen Assets, an image of the social relations that underlie capitalism’s achievements, which has drawn the most attention at the time, and in today’s social context.
                The painting inventively takes a vertical slice of the city to expose the layers beneath its towering skyscrapers: first, masses of workers lined up on a subway platform, beneath them, a barracks of sleeping homeless people, and, finally, under it all, a guarded bank vault where the wealthy are waiting to check on their loot.
                It is hard not to think that the criticism leveled at this mural in particular has less to do with aesthetics than irritation at its accuracy. Who fails to notice the resemblance to today’s banks hoarding the trillions received in bailout funds while the greatest economic crisis since the Great Depression continues for millions of people?
               But, the bluntness of Rivera’s criticism has always rankled those who prefer their depictions of social relations to be more “nuanced”—i.e. refracted through the artist’s experience into personal, sometimes painful, often enigmatic imagery, found, for example, in the work of the Surrealists and others, such as Rivera’s wife, Frida Kahlo.
                Another section of the exhibition is devoted to the ill-fated mural Man at the Crossroads. While at work on the MoMA murals, Rivera received the commission to create one for Rockefeller Center, then under construction, which appears at the center of Frozen Assets.
               Abby Rockefeller’s son, Nelson [the youthful future governor of New York and US vice president], and his advisors determined the mural’s subject: “Man at the crossroads and looking with uncertainty but with hope and high vision to the choosing of a course leading to a new and better future.” The pompous ambiguity of the theme was echoed by similar verbiage in Rivera’s proposal. He then proceeded to design a mural showing humanity’s liberation from tyranny and war through what seemed at the time to be fantastical technology. The mock-up for the mural includes cinema cameras, televisions, space ships, etc.
                 Lest the point be missed that this rational, humane, egalitarian society would be a socialist one, Rivera planned to show a progression from a decadent party scene of millionaires, including a possible likeness of the famously teetotalling John D. Rockefeller, Sr. on the left to one of Lenin leading the working class to victory on the right.
               Despite what Kahlo described as “Mrs. R.’s radical taste,” this proved too much for Rivera’s “enlightened” industrialist patrons to take. There’s been debate over which straw actually broke the camel’s back. But in his letter objecting to the inclusion of Lenin, Nelson Rockefeller got to the gist:
“If it were in a private house it would be one thing, but this is in a public building, and the situation is therefore quite different.”
              When Rivera refused to replace Lenin’s likeness with that of an “unknown man”, the Rockefellers decided it was time to call a halt to their flirtation with “Red” artists, even as social tensions in the United States entered a far more explosive stage.
             In May 1933, Rivera was fired from the project, and mounted police were stationed outside Rockefeller Center to break up the demonstrations that erupted in response. In February 1934, the fresco was chiseled off the wall, only months before a strike wave broke out, spearheaded by the Toledo Auto-Lite and Minneapolis and San Francisco general strikes, led by Trotskyist and left-wing forces.
             However, before Rivera returned to Mexico, where he was able to recreate Man at the Crossroads in the Palacio de Bellas Artes in Mexico City, he completed twenty-seven magnificent murals in an interior courtyard at the Detroit Institute of Arts (DIA) between April 1932 and March 1933. Apparently Rivera considered these his finest murals.
             Rivera’s degree of artistic influence was subject to shifts in socio-political conditions. In the 1930s, his conception of large-scale public artwork was absorbed by many artists who were employed by the Works Progress Administration (WPA) to paint murals in US post offices and other municipal buildings, among other tasks.
             Stylistically, Rivera’s work is quite distinct from Stalinist “socialist realism,” with which it is often mistakenly and sometimes maliciously associated. Rivera’s work remained free of both aesthetic and ideological rigidity. Its power lies in this—that confidence in the historical process and social revolution flows freely through his veins and his brush.
            Rivera remained profoundly and unashamedly influenced by the experimentation of the Cubists and the early moderns from the decade he spent in the bohemian milieu of Paris in the 1910s, as well as by the Constructivist artists he met in Russia. While these artistic trends moved toward greater and greater abstraction, Rivera’s work maintained its figurative roots, but with a modernist sensibility.
           Just as in the early 1930s, the appreciation of Rivera’s murals and the struggles out of which they arose have potentially far-reaching consequences well beyond the realm of art.
           Rivera’s show at MoMA in 1931 set attendance records, even with an admission of 35 cents ($5 in 2011 dollars) during the Great Depression. The wider layers of the population whom Rivera considered his primary audience would be hard-pressed to pay today’s MoMA’s admission of $25 (Fridays after 4 pm are free).
          Nonetheless, the present show and the continuing power of the work are a vindication both of Rivera’s artistic approach and his orientation to the October Revolution and the possibilities it disclosed.
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Photo Credits:
Diego Rivera. The Uprising. 1931.
Fresco on reinforced cement in a galvanized-steel framework, 74 x 94 1/8” (188 x 239 cm). Private collection, Mexico
© 2011 Banco de México Diego Rivera & Frida Kahlo Museums Trust, México, D.F./Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York
Diego Rivera. Indian Warrior. 1931. Fresco on reinforced cement in a metal framework, 41 x 52 ½” (104.14 x 133.35 cm). Smith College Museum of Art, Northampton, Massachusetts. Purchased with the Winthrop Hillyer Fund SC 1934:8-1. © 2011 Banco de México Diego Rivera & Frida Kahlo Museums Trust, México, D.F./Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York
Diego Rivera. Frozen Assets. 1931-32.
Fresco on reinforced cement in a galvanized-steel framework, 94 1/8 x 74 3/16 in (239 x 188.5 cm). Museo Dolores Olmedo, Xochimilco, Mexico
© 2011 Banco de México Diego Rivera & Frida Kahlo Museums Trust, México, D.F./Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York




Friday, February 28, 2003

Salma Hayek / Frida



FRIDA
***

Andrew Pulver
Friday 28 February 2003

Long in gestation, the Frida Kahlo biopic, produced by and starring Salma Hayek, finally reaches our screens, bearing with it an Oscar nomination for best actress. Was it worth the wait? Well, it's pretty stodgy stuff, by and large, that covers all the expected bases, distilling Kahlo's relatively short, incident-packed life into the conventional parameters of the artist biography - lots of wine-drinking, dramatic gestures and arguments about communism. Director Julie Taymor takes considerable pains over small, animated interpolations that briefly illustrate and draw on Kahlo's own work; however impressive these are, though, they're not enough to offset the heaviness of the rest of the film.


Kudos must go to Hayek for persisting with the project over a number of years, and she is generally relaxed and effective in the lead role. She is still let down by her rocky English, unfortunately; as hard as she tries, the jokier lines just sound lame. Alfred Molina does a big bear of a performance as Diego Rivera, Kahlo's eternal foil, grabbing every line as if his life depended on it. Geoffrey Rush, on the other hand, does a terrible cameo as Trotsky, complete with one of those awful movie R-r-r-ussian accents.
But this is still a substantial film, its story told with economy and clarity. And Taymor makes much of what opportunities there are for distinctive design, what with carefully arranged Mexican interiors, Kahlo's affectation for traditional dress, and picturesque incidents aplenty. Kahlo's iconic value - both as a poster girl for 1980s western bohemianism and for Mexico's own sense of pride - is well established, and the movie doesn't let them down.