Hirshhorn Museum is celebrating its fiftieth anniversary with a landmark exhibition of works from its permanent collection spanning one hundred years. Revolutions: Art from the Hirshhorn Collection, 1860-1960 assembles two hundred and eight art works selected among the more than thirteen thousand pieces mostly acquired through the bequest from the entrepreneur and avid art collector Joseph H. Hirshhorn, a migrant from Latvia. Of the one hundred and seventeen artists represented, nineteen are contemporary and emerging, underlining the ongoing mission of the museum focused on the acquisition of late-twentieth century and contemporary art while seeking diversity with the inclusion of women and nonbinary artists. The title of the year-long exhibition hints to the rapidly evolving political and cultural landscapes of the period reflected through a selection of pivotal works. The second story of the circular building is a fitting venue for the challenging exhibition organized in seven sections each introduced by a wall text.
Head (2018-2022), a garish figurative sculpture from the Swiss contemporary artist Nicolas Party is set like a sentinel at the entrance and the show starts on a rousing sight, two portraits side by side. Mrs. Kate A. Moore (1884) from John Singer Sargent, a commission, features the Parisian socialite while Cobalt Blue Dress (2020) from the Ghanaian artist Amoako Boafo, one of his friends. The purposely provocative display triggers thoughts about the very distinct techniques of the figurative paintings and furthermore about status, power, beauty,... In the glass cabinet across, works from renown artists like Henri Matisse, Auguste Rodin, Pablo Picasso, illustrate the transition from figurative to abstract in sculpture. Well-known pieces from Constantin Brâncuși, "the patriarch of modern sculpture" who famously stated in 1927 "Art- There still hasn't been any art- art is just beginning", are prominently displayed. The show goes on at a dizzying pace with a succession of mostly paintings and a few photographs covering the walls, and cabinets in the center for the sculptures sometimes hanging from the ceiling (i.e. Calder). All the heavyweights are represented in the galleries labelled "Modern Beginnings", "Abstraction and Construction", "Vital Forms": Pablo Picasso, Joan Miró, Gabriele Münter, Winslow Homer, Wassily Kandinsky, Marsden Hartley,... straddling two continents from Europe to America, in mainly chronological order with a futile attempt at arranging them by movements. Futurism with Gino Severini, orphism Robert and Sonia Delaunay, surrealism Max Ernst, figurative, abstract, the visit soon becomes a blurred succession of works of art.
A visual overload hit me when I reached the fourth gallery introduced by a vague and ambiguous title "Local Visions". Regional artists? Washington color school? Starting with a modestly sized painting from Georgia O'Keeffe, the collection of works gives a glimpse into a prolific time in American art. Thanks to the gallerist and photographer Alfred Stieglitz, Georgia O'Keeffe who later became his wife had her first exhibition at 291, the famous gallery, so did Marsden Hartley. His portrait of a hunky bather and a landscape of Mt. Katahdin in 1941 sum up his later years spent in Maine (a painting of his German years is found in Gallery 2). Of course, Arthur Dove and Milton Avery, the "American Matisse", also promoted by Stieglitz are included in this section which concentrates on American Modernism. Even a Mexican artist, Rufino Tamayo, who was shunned in his country for his political leaning, became acquainted with the group and gained fame in New York City then in Mexico. The sculptor David Smith was a friend of Avery and nine of his sculptures including the rustic monochrome red Agricola I (1951-1952) are shown with two of Dorothy Dehner's, his wife. A quintessential portrait from Alice Neel is almost overlooked among the busy display. 291 became a beacon of avant-gardism for European and American artists, and if all the above names are found in history books, outsiders like Grandma Moses and Horace Pippin are usually discovered at the occasion of a museum's visit. The quint scene from Moses contrasts with Pippin's who did not get to see Paris and depicts a nightmarish episode of the war in the French trenches. Jacob Lawrence is a story teller with four lively tableaux about parks, Harlem, a watch maker or a game of pool. His works animate the walls leading to Lorie Anderson's site specific installation, unavoidable although not part of the exhibition.
On the other side, the art history lesson continues with a significant display of fragile pieces from Jean Dubuffet set in a glass cabinet next to six portraits from Willem de Kooning made in the late fifties and early sixties. This time the featured sculptor is Alberto Giacometti and his sculptures surrounded by paintings from Jackson Pollock and less known Janet Sobel are taking over the room. Abstract expressionism is in full swing in the next gallery with Lee Krasner, Helen Frankenthaler, Joan Mitchell and their male peers, Hans Hofmann, Morris Louis , Barnett Newman, Franz Kline. It is fitting to find paintings from the "post-expressionists" Cy Twombly, Jaspers Jones and Robert Rauschenberg together in the last gallery as their professional and romantic life intertwined.
At the end of the visit, in awe, replete with images, I could not think. However with some hindsight, it seems that the cursory wall texts are barely adequate for an exhibition of this scope and duration. In view of the rich collection, could the works be rotated at least every six months? The statement on the museum's website: "Together, these gifts constitute one of the most important collections of post-war European and American art in the world. Today the Hirshhorn collection comprises more than13,130 artworks.", makes it frustrating to see so little of so much.
One more thing, it seemed to be a cool idea to embed the works of nineteen emerging and contemporary artists, however it quickly became a source of confusion and distraction in the already busy show.
Anyway, it is another story... (next post)
