Thursday, November 26, 2009

Turkey Day

Gerome, The Snake Charmer, 1870

I'll make this brief, since I purposely got up at 7am today to get some work done on my Eakins paper, but it is that day of the year when I'm reminded of all the wonderful things I have in my life. Or, rather, I'm reminded of them more frequently than one day out of 365, but on this day I like to write them down.

As my best friend and other half, Sean's what I am most grateful for in this world. Even though we have to be apart so much of the time, I still feel so incredibly fortunate to have found the guy I want to be with for the rest of my life, and I wouldn't trade it for anything. I'm also lucky to have a group of good friends, as well as a wonderful family (yes, even my sister!). Actually, make that two families, because now I get to sneak my way into Sean's, too! Muahahaha. Finally, I'm grateful for everything that's going well in my life right now--grad school, living with Phyllis, hell, even this Eakins paper isn't going too badly. Life is good, and I appreciate that.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Yesterday, Today

I'm slowly becoming more of a nap-taker than I've ever been before in my life. I have taken perhaps four or five naps this semester, which is probably equal to the number of naps taken prior to that in my 24 years of existence. Still, I can only nap when I feel absolutely wiped, as I did yesterday afternoon for no apparent reason. I slept for a couple of hours, woke up and worked for a couple of hours, and then settled down for an evening that included a bag of chips, the new Star Trek movie, and about half a bottle of wine. Healthiest dinner ever, probably not. I did stand in the kitchen for a few minutes contemplating the question of whether taking the entire bottle of wine upstairs made me a de facto alcoholic, but let's face it, I was going to want more than one glass anyway, and I really would rather not have to exit my toastily warmed room and descend into the cold depths of the kitchen for a refill. So now the bottle is sitting on my windowsill, waiting for night to fall so I can finish it off. Muahahaha!

This morning I had to go to the PMA to give tours to my students. Modern art tours, no less. I was a little bit more nervous than on our first trip, because the Penn museum is small and not usually very crowded, but the PMA on a Saturday is full of people--including other tour guides who are trying to yell over you so that their 65-and-up group can hear what they want to say about Monet. Once we got into the 20th-century galleries, there was a really loud installation art piece across the hall that involved recordings of people yelling out the names of the week. So I'm trying to get the students to tell me what they remember about Analytic Cubism above the squawks of "MONDAY! FRIDAY!"

My favorite moment of both tours was watching the looks on their faces as they came out from looking at Duchamp's Etannt Donne. I really wish I'd had a camera to capture the looks of confusion, horror, disgust, and general weirded-out-ness. One of my themes for the tour was that we can't always expect a pleasant experience with modern art, nor can we expect a clearly defined and accessible meaning, and I think that piece was the perfect place to end.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

King of Kings


Jean-Leon Gerome, Napoleon Before the Sphinx, 1868

We looked at this picture a couple of weeks back in my Eakins class, and I forgot to post about it, but for some reason it popped into my head in the shower today. This is a work by Eakins' master at the Ecole in Paris, the famous Neoclassicist painter Gerome. Gerome did many paintings touting the exploits of Napoleon, which suited the era--this was the time of the Second Empire in France under Napoleon III.

Most people in the class saw this as a propaganda piece, but I think it can also be read as a suggestion of the ultimate fate of any empire. Think of Percy Bysshe Shelley's "Ozymandias" of 1818 in relationship to this painting:

I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed.

And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

New York, New York


Yesterday I attended a workshop/roundtable/symposium at Columbia that addressed the issue of research in Venice and the Veneto in terms of what's left to be studied, and what needs to be re-examined. The scholars on hand included my advisor, Tracy Cooper; Guido Beltramini, who runs CISA, the Palladio center in Vicenza; David Rosand, probably the foremost Titian scholar in the field right now; and Deborah Howard, who teaches at Cambridge and literally wrote the book on the architectural history of Venice. Despite the august crowd, it was fairly informal, as each shared their ideas on how wide the field still remains. Howard ticked off a list of problems she feels haven't been addressed by her own generation of scholars, while Rosand gave us a look at his current research on the painter Veronese as an architectural designer, which involves re-evaluating some of his own conclusions on Veronese from decades earlier.

They also focused a bit on 'ways and means': finding (or stumbling upon) a research topic, and the trials and tribulations of archival research. Dr. Cooper told us that the sign-in book at an archive or library is your best friend--skim through it and see if anyone you've always wanted to meet is lurking in the reading rooms somewhere, and then go track them down (I personally would imagine that eminent scholars might not totally appreciate being jumped in the stacks by an eager junior colleague, but that's me). She also advised scoping out for local scholars who speak the language and probably know how everything works, and asking for their help in getting situated. Jasmine (who attended with me) was called upon to talk about her experience with the Medici Archive Project's online paleography course, in which every week she and two dozen other scholars around the world do a round-robin translation of a 15th century document. It's a pilot program right now, but one which I hope to participate in in the future before I enter archives myself.

Deborah Howard really endeared herself to me not only in terms of being absolutely adorable (a trim, proper little Englishwoman in a grey ensemble with pearls) but in terms of her sheer, bubbly enthusiasm for art history and research. I'm sure she's more reserved when she gives formal presentations, but she was practically bouncing in her chair as she told us about a time when she was in Venice studying documents referring to this destroyed 16th-century building and thought she would just go to the site and check out the area, only to find that the building had never been destroyed at all! She "discovered" a building that had been "lost" for centuries, just on the basis of people forgetting what it was and then later scholars, many of whom didn't have the luxury of just walking across the city to check, relying on an incorrect document. The coda to this exciting anecdote, she told us wryly, is that today no one remembers that it was ever lost, much less that she was the one to find it again.

Howard also contradicted the received wisdom that discourages working on a topic that another student or scholar is pursuing. She pointed out that you'll never wind up saying the same thing as someone else, and if you publish books simultaneously, you can be reviewed together and add to each other's prestige. When she was preparing to write her book on Venice and the East, she found out that Rosamond Mack was planning a similar project; they got together and informally divided up the material (Howard took architecture, Mack material culture) and then when their books came out, they were reviewed jointly and were both tremendous successes. She also pointed out that sometimes someone "lays claim" to a particular topic (which you do by publishing a topic or abstract in CAA or another major association journal) and then never produces anything. You can't copyright an unformed idea, so I see her point.

As Jasmine and I said our goodbyes to Dr. Cooper, she suggested (read: instructed) that I introduce myself to Beltramini and ask him if he had any contacts in Bergamo. I looked over--he was in conversation with Howard and there was already another student lurking hopefully off to one side. There is nothing I hate more than the awkward self-introduction in a crowded room, especially when you have to introduce yourself to someone who is more important than you and whom various other people are also eager to meet. I countered Dr. Cooper by saying perhaps I would just email him, and she said "That's fine. Now go introduce yourself and tell him you're going to email him!" Sigh. There was nothing to be done at that point, and seeing him begin to move off in the room I flung myself in his path, shook his hand, told him who I was, and asked him about Bergamo. Turns out, he knows nothing about Bergamo, he's never worked there, but he said "your idea is good" (I bet they have to say that to all the students) and rattled off some scholar's name who works in Brescia and might know something. Now I just have to get Dr. Cooper to decipher my scribbling of this name, and who knows, I might have something.

The session was only two hours, but I came away from it much more enthusiastic about research and my scholarly future in general. One of the points that Rosand, in particular, was emphatic about is the continuing importance of Renaissance studies as "the place where it all began," and about the fact that we need to combat "the rolling-up of history" that places all the focus on the most recent events and neglects the past. It reminded me, if I really needed reminding, that what I'm interested in is deserving of study. The humanities are all-too-often placed in the position of having to justify themselves as fields, but I feel confident in saying: The Renaissance is fun! And what's more, it's where we begin as modern society. Studying the past is studying ourselves.

Monday, November 09, 2009

Mirror, Mirror

Today in class we were discussing how mirrors function in paintings--that is, how something that is already, by its nature, a re-presentation made with paint on canvas is affected by the presence of an object that also re-presents. Mirrors question the idea of presentation and re-presentation, especially when their relationship to what is being mirrored is unclear. The chief painting we were focusing on was, yet again, Las Meninas, because in a class on spectatorship you can't get away from it.


Picasso, Girl Before a Mirror, 1932

We looked at a number of other images, though, including this Picasso. Interestingly, one girl in my class said this reminded her of the idea that mirrors show truth, while I looked at it and thought "that girl has body dysmorphic disorder!" Besides distortion, it could also suggest the mirror's ability to show a side of yourself you'd rather no one else see. And mirrored images can be disturbing--twins, for example (think the Shining!) or threatening, like a doppelganger.

What this painting really reminded me of, though, was Sylvia Plath's poem "Mirror." I could only remember the last couple of lines during class, but the mirrored image seems to fit the simile of a "terrible fish."


Mirror

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful-
The eye of the little god, four cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

~Sylvia Plath

Saturday, November 07, 2009

Homage

Tomorrow marks the three-year anniversary of my grandfather's death. Unfortunately, the only reason I know that is because I had put it in my Gmail calendar!

At any rate, here's to the man who used to light his cigars from an open gas range, sported a mustache that made him look like an aging Nazi, and hit on Polish women at funerals by telling them that he grew up a poor Polish boy in Chicago. A man whose favorite nickname for me was Long John Silver, who lived on his own for thirteen years and never learned to work the oven, a man who objected so strenuously to having his house cleaned for him that we would have irritated messages beginning with "You people..." on the answering machine when we drove home. A man who on their first meeting told Sean an awkward story about groping my grandma, and then invited him to come back to visit with or without me. A man who lived a devil-may-care life for 89 years and still managed to die in his sleep after living long enough to see his beloved Red Sox win the Series. Here's to you, Poppa.

My all-time favorite exchange between him and Jen:

Jen: You're old!
Poppa: You're ugly!

Best. Grandpa. Ever.

Grad School Saturday

I opted not to go into school today to work due to the ongoing strike, which has rendered the regional rail schedules extremely unreliable, so I spent most of the day in my pajamas working on my paper for the Eakins class. It's not hugely interesting, but then, I don't find Eakins hugely interesting, so it's not surprising. After dinner I did the readings for Dr. Cooper's class and came up with a couple of discussion questions, which I posted to the discussion group around 8pm. Yeah, I'm now that girl who spent her Saturday evening reading Svetlana Alpers' discussion of competing systems of epistemology in Las Meninas. Damn you, time stamps. Another hallmark of the grad student? I just finished up putting the latest exam grades into the system, looked at the clock, saw it was nine o'clock, and thought hey, I could get in an hour or so of organizing my Zotero files before I get really tired. Sigh.

Friday, November 06, 2009

Two Centuries in Fifty Minutes

Jean-Honore Fragonard, The Swing, 1766

While today's fill-in-the-gap lecture was nothing compared to the one where we covered the fourth to twelfth centuries, it was still a challenge to explain all the myriad artistic developments that came between the Baroque, where Dr. Cooper left off, and the late 19th century, where Dr. Silk will pick up on Monday. The Rococo is pretty fun to talk about (and I highly recommend this video, an advertisement for "Rococo Puffs"), but Neoclassicism and Romanticism can be, in my mind, a little bit dull. I tried to liven things up as much as possible by telling the most dramatic stories, like Napoleon's self-coronation, his escape from exile on Elba, the triumph of crossing the Alps, etc. These kids have so little knowledge of history! My question about what happened at the end of the 18th century in France that would have made an aristocratic style like Rococo unpopular, for example, was met with blank looks. I'm finding that they have only the very broadest sketches of major historical figures like Napoleon, so I tried to emphasize that although today he's become something of a caricature of the short-statured egoist, in his time he managed an imperial conquest on a scale that hadn't been seen since Alexander the Great. Yes, it ended ignominiously for him, but still, for a few years, Napoleon ruled most of the 'civilized' world.

Since I won't be there next week to hand back their exams, I also took the opportunity today of pointing out the errors that I've seen most commonly. To my complete and utter disgust, more than a few students identified Chartres Cathedral and then couldn't tell me what city it was in. This DESPITE my warning in class that I'd better not see this again, after the issue with the Theater AT Epidavros on the first exam. Spelling was also a big issue--I'll grant that spelling Velazquez isn't easy, but c'mon, you should be able to spell the word tempera! Especially since we had a specific reading dedicated to it. "Tempera" is egg-based paint. "Tempura" is Japanese fried batter. "Tempra" is....I don't even know.

Despite this, they did markedly better on this exam since the first; one class' average rose from 77 to 82. I'd like to think that this is thanks to me and my knowledge of this period, but let's be honest, it was probably just an easy test.

Monday, November 02, 2009

My First (Big) Lecture

I gave the review for the second part of the AWW course today, in the big lecture hall in front of 200-plus students. And it went OK! More than OK, actually. I said everything I wanted to (I write an outline and then practice what I'm going to say at least once, with the result that I mostly don't have to look down at what I've written when I'm actually speaking), I finished perfectly on the 50-minute mark, and the other TAs said it was a really good comprehensive overview. Go me!

It was also, somewhat surprisingly, less intimidating than I expected. Yes, the four minutes between when I got down to the podium and set up the slideshow and when I actually began class were sort of awkward, because all of the students were looking at me and I just looked around the room and tried not to make eye contact with my own students. I felt a little bad for them because they had definitely heard exactly what I said today in section for the past four weeks; I wasn't offering them anything particularly new. Of course, the question is whether they listen in section and/or take notes (and many of them don't bother to take notes, I've noticed.) Overall, though, it was really no more intimidating than lecturing to 30 students. Oh, and I had a microphone, which was pretty cool.

I'm glad I had the experience, but luckily it won't be one I have to repeat often. Next semester I may not even do the section II review, as one of the new TAs coming in is another Renaissance person, so she'll probably do it to get the same experience. It's divvied up by who is most familiar with the material, so this time around Amy, who studies Roman art, did section I, and Erin, who does 19th century art, will do section III. After that I might move on to Heritage, which would mean no more big lecture classes, just whiny over-privileged art students. Hm. Trade-off?