Showing posts with label Carol Duncan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Carol Duncan. Show all posts

Monday, May 30, 2011

More Naked Ladies




Hey, this time with Pictures!

So, I've been a figure model since I was 17. I started in a bikini for a highschool class, and have since modeled nude for 13 years. In that time I have seen lots and lots of drawings of myself. Hundreds. Maybe even thousands. Neither of these are of me- both were done by Ted and were featured in the gallery a couple of months back. I love both these drawings. In neither can you see the woman's face, or details of her breasts. In both you can see hands, and in at least one of them, feet. Ted can draw, that much is certain. He has studied figure drawing off and on for more than 10 years, and when he looks at a naked girl (or man, actually, though I seem to have not transferred those images onto my hard drive), low, he seems to see a lot of interesting details to draw. Ted works very hard to attempt to master this very complicated way of seeing. This will be relevant later on, I promise.

In Carol Duncan's (yup, it was a double Duncan day)"Virility and Domination in Early 20th Century Vanguard Painting" essay one of her many assertions indicated that the Fauves (amoung others) were obviously lascivious bastards because they painted reclining women with no heads, hands, or feet. Now, I looked at the xeroxes of the works used to support this claim, by such luminaries as Picasso, Matisse, Munch and others, and here's what I can say about them- they weren't very good drawers, or atleast these weren't very good drawings. And by that I mean that they didn't take a lot of time to see very much to draw, especially of the naked girl. They seem intimidated by feet and hands- if they can put them behind a back, or out of the frame, they do. I've watched hundreds of students use this same technique. The artists seem more interested in the symbol of woman than in the actual woman to hand- if they can place her somewhere, great! Put her on a sofa, bed, in front of a self-portrait, whatever! Just don't have her (as Ted's drawings of the subject seem to do) actually bearing weight in space. Don't give her mass! The exception to this being Matisse's Carmelina, which was by far the most interesting of the paintings.

At the same time that these avant-garde artists were making these floaty lady paintings, photography (not discussed in the article) was making it's first inroads into the art world, and surgery was becoming standardized. It wasn't imperative anymore to be depicting the body accurately- there was another medium and method doing that ever so much more effectively than a bad drawing could. Also, there were amazing commercial figure drawers of that era, most notably Alphonse Mucha. In other words, it was no longer imperative to be good at seeing- instead, I think, we see the switch to "art" being for shock value and profit.

And what was shocking at the time? Art of the mentally deranged, or imported primative works. These are wonderful and compelling aesthetic systems heavily influencing the art world, especially Picasso. I see no evidence, or discussion, of what gender the masks from Demoiselles De Avignon were originally intended for, but quite possibly that was what the painting was supposed to be about- the masks, not the boobies. I dunno, I could be wrong. The boobies are pretty interesting, too.

What is for certain is that these men were making work not to be collected by the upper classes, or the monarchy, or to better display wealth in a church setting as their predecessors had. These were not works to be slaved over in the process of discovering the anatomy or to better depict Jesus and Mary, a tradition of representation that had been perfected by fresco painters 200-400 years before. These were quick, dirty paintings to sell to the middle classes (in this I agree with Ms Duncan). These were to swap with each other, to trade for rent, doodles and not masterpieces, by in large. These are not "studies" these are "paintings" by men who can't draw very well for people who can't afford, or appreciate, the best.

But I resent the claim that the models were somehow degraded by these depictions. Many models, whether or not they are also prostitutes, have been drawn badly. You don't always get to choose how you are drawn. What's for certain is that very rarely is a woman seen cut off as if she is involved in a sexual act at the time of the painting. I know from experience why there are so many reclining women being depicted, as opposed to standing or even seated poses. It's exhausting! I look at a lot of paintings from this era and see tired models, not dominated models. I'm not saying artists of the era weren't just jerks wanting to paint naked ladies- they very well may have been. But I think we should give them the benefit of the doubt. They probably hired these women for an hour, half of which was spent reclining, much as it would be now.

I'm all for a school of criticism for artists by artists. I look at Ted's work, much as I look at Mucha's or Degas', and see people who may have been bastards, but are also interested in the sensuous details of feminine-ness, and are willing to work hard to capture that in a limited time. When Degas drew a prostitutes, as he often did, he drew her very well, very nicely, and it is obvious that she is in motion. These men love women. They love drawing. They have studied long enough to love the details, not just of the carpet, but also of the girl. This, to me, is the most masculine, FUBU sort of drawing- communicating the intimate details of particular models as they have been presented to the viewer. There is just as much ego in a Mucha as a Matisse, one artist puts more merit in intimacy and the other in symbolism. Neither is dominant. They are just ways of seeing some one they are paying to lie on their sofa.

Naked Ladies

So, I read the lovely Art Journal Essay "the MOMA's hot Mommas" by Carol Duncan through twice, and realized what I am going to take away from Graduate school- a gratefulness for not having to discuss art in New York City in the 1980's. I am not going to remember any salient details from these articles- they slip though my mind like sand through the hour glass. I'm writing pages of notes, which I reread and remember just this vague sense on annoyance without substance.

The article discusses the rearrangement of the MoMA circa 1984, focusing specifically on Demoiselles de Avignon by Mr. Picasso and Mr. DeKooning's "Woman 1" (described as the "fus(ion of the) terrible killer-witch with the willing and exhibitionist Whore.") I do agree with Ms. Duncan that "the MOMA remains enormously important for the role it plays in maintaining in the present a particular version of the art historical past." However, since I have never been to the MOMA, and since it no longer exists on it's former floor plan, and has greatly expanded it's collections since this article was written, I don't actually understand the relevancy of the article to my current place and time as a creator or observer. Also, the article tries to discuss femininity in a way I found as outdated as the description of the layout.


My high school art teacher was obsessed with breasts. She was very fond of Mr. DeKooning, and frequently showed us slides of the "Woman" series. I thought at the time that they were clumsy, tedious, bosomy for the sake of being bosomy, inarticulate paintings. But wanting to do well in the class, and following in the many derivative footsteps of other highschool students before me, I dutifully drew women with very large, pronounced breasts, ugly, angry faces, and little, or no, legs. At the time they undoubtedly resembled myself- I was a top-heavy angry person through most of my young adulthood. Maybe because I so thoroughly embraced this character the paintings of DeKooning have never seemed particularly threatening to me. Women are angry and clumsy creatures occasionally, just as men are impotent warmongerers. No big deal- we all have many facets to our personalities, and may we be able to explore them all through art.

Ms. Duncan seemed particularly interested in the gorgon-likeness of the women in the "Woman" series. I have always found that I feel like I more resemble a gorgon than a nymph, and haven't never felt that the depiction of women, by men or women, as such, was threatening to my girly-ness. Women have these capacities, and they have been celebrated through millenia in many forms- from Kali to Medusa. We wouldn't, as a society, choose to remember them if they weren't important, dear to us.

The article concludes with a passage comparing an image from the COVER of Penthouse, advertised on city streets (and "available everywhere") with the pieces in the museum. In it Ms. Duncan describes porn as "images designed... to stimulate desire, primarily in men." The image from the cover is of a woman, seated much like the full frontal seated women of the "Woman" series, fully clad, and not even showing cleavage. Growing up as I have, seeing porn as not limited to stimulating desire specifically in either gender, I also find no offense in the Penthouse cover. Call it DeKooning for the masses, if you will. But I wonder what Ms. Duncan makes of images made by woman in the mainstream now.

Specifically I'm thinking of the Beyone Run The World(Girls) perfomance on at the Billboard awards 2011, and also of the original video. Both depict not only scantilly clad, gyrating women, but are clearly made not only to stimulate desire, sexual and otherwise in both genders, but to intimidate the fuck out of people. The original music video depicts riot cops and exploding cars, Beyonce on a cross, and a woman possibly masterbating in a cage. And is that Lady Gaga walking those hyenas, the symbol of female dominated society? (I don't know, because I don't participate with pop culture frequently) The lyrics are the oddest of all, though I find them strangely empowering, if sorta infantile...
(I'm repping for the girls who taking over the world
Have me raise a glass for the college grads
Anyone rolling I'll let you know what time it is
You can't hold me
I broke my 9 to 5 and copped my cheque
This goes out to all the women getting it in,
Get on your grind
To the other men that respect what I do
Please accept my shine
Boy you know you love it
How we're smart enough to make these millions
Strong enough to bare the children
Then get back to business
See, you better not play me
Don't come here baby
Hope you still like me)

The vidoe and performance depict probably angry women in formation, taking on a mythical male army. But watching both I'm amazed by how much I am supposed to assume that there is a revolution needed, or that somehow men are somehow afraid of, or in-equal to women. I don't think I want girls, especially these girls, to run the world. They seem incapable of re-assesing and recreating a new and better place, and more just bent on destruction using tanks and glitter. Ah well, we can't win 'em all.

hope you still like me, too.