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With what is going on the political scene right now it is especially important to hear voices of such artists as Deborah Rockman. Her drawings “refer to a cultural linguistic practice that objectifies and dehumanizes women by selectively positioning them in the animal realm, over which man considers himself to have authority. Women are reduced to isolated fragments of the self and filtered through a misogynistic male gaze. Women are critiqued, labeled and deemed sexually desirable or not based on their body type, their genitalia, their facial proportions, their scent, their leg length, their passivity or assertiveness, all of which are crudely paralleled, through language, with animals.”

See Deborah Rockman’s website here.

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This article just appeared on Artsy.net and I would like to share. It is an interesting collection of facts, including a note by John Baldessari that “conceptual art wasn’t about art that had a concept, but about interrogating the concept of art”. Apparently that is what J.B. does himself – interrogates the concept of art. Here is the article link: If-you-don-t-understand-conceptual-art-it-s-not-your-fault.

Isaac Kaplan is the author of this article. I do not quite understand why he says: “Conceptual art—…—emerged in the 1960s as a reaction to Clement Greenberg’s militant commitment to formalism”. In my opinion, Conceptual art emerged with Marcel Duchamp’s concepts and ideas and his urinal “The Fountain” in 1917. Not necessarily my favorite type of art, but I just like more certainty with dates and facts, probably the result of my first career path in history.

I am personally bored when I see that type of art in museums… But, anyway, it is worth putting a bookmark on this article and reading it later, especially if you are trying to figure out what is wrong with our Art World.

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When I was in grad school I had to study my own art and artistic process and write a thesis about it. It was then that I discovered the niche where my art belongs in the Art World – a style called Magic Realism.

The term “Magic Realism” was first used by Franz Roh in his book, Nach-expressionismus (Post-Expressionism) written in 1925.  He later used the same term in 1968 in his new book German Art in the 20th Century.  He also called this new development in art “The New Objectivity” (F. Roh, German Art in the 20th Century. Greenwich: New York Graphic Society, 1968, 112.) By using the term Magic Realism Roh is referring to Post-Expressionistic artwork in which some mystery or secret seems to be hidden within the subject matter.  As opposed to Expressionism, “Magic Realism emphasizes the object and the everyday life in new and unfamiliar ways.  Juxtapositions of sharply rendered and detailed elements, both in the foreground and back ground, are used to develop an air of mystery or ambiguity.  They remind us that there are still many mysteries in life.”  http://www.tendreams.org/magic-art.htm

Roh used the following dichotomies to highlight the differences between Expressionism and Magic Realism:

Expressionism: Magic Realism:
Ecstatic subjects
Close-up view
Thick color texture
Emphasis on the visibility of the
painting process
Expressive deformation
Sober objects
Puristically severe
Close and far view
Thin paint surface
Effacement of the
painting process
External purification of the object
(Roch. 113)

I found more similarities with my artwork among the attributes of Magic Realism than Expressionism.  I believe that my style developed more towards representational, quiet, static images in painting, turning daily life into eerie form, with a thin paint surface, although I experimented with the opposite qualities as well, never finding much satisfaction in them. Some of my works are more surrealistic (Caged and If I Could Have Opened My Heart), while others (In the Room With Memories or In the Room With the Magic Ball) can be referred to as Magic Realism.

In Art History, Magic Realism acted as a portal to Surrealism, and many artists shifted back and forth from one to another, especially Magritte (Roch, 138).  When I discovered the website ww.tendreams.org  I found a few artists there who I knew before and considered them as influences, but did not realize that they belonged to the Magic Realism group, among them Andrew Wyeth, George Tooker and Charles Scheeler. These artists sometimes crossed the boundaries between Surrealism, Symbolism and Magic Realism. My work also shifts back and forth across the boundaries of Surrealism and Magic Realism, while a large number of other works as you can see on my website www.allaparsons.com are just studies from life: Figure, Still Life and Landscape. I feel the need to work on these Life Studies and I am constantly working to improve my skills in observational drawing and painting. However I consider Magic Realism my major work which takes a longer time to go through the process in my mind, before ripening and appearing, first on sketchbook pages and then on canvas.

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I just stumbled upon an interesting article about William Cummings. He expressed ideas similar to mine: Bill Cumming. 1960s.

“There is only art. Every single human being is born containing an artist, and this being invents art for itself at around the age of three when, without any teaching or coaching or indoctrination, it invents shape.”

He believed firmly that training in “so-called commercial art” is superior to university art schools because students develop skills that allow them to survive in the world, to understand how the art world operates, and to handle the financial end of working as an artist. “Fine art is a war,” he said. “I hate fine art with all its fuss and crap. Fine art students are brought up in a spirit of contempt for people. Of course I paint for the market. So did Rembrandt. So did Titian. It’s high time we quit compartmentalizing art, and leave graduating students thinking they need a grant to make a living.”

William Cumming My Dog

William Cumming My Dog

He taught his students, “You have a right to make money out of art. To make money out of art, you have to create art which someone wants to buy. It’s okay if your drawing is crude. That’s how nature meant it to be. The question is how do you turn crude into a marketable commodity.”

This is something that I would say to my students too. I wanted to share this with you. See the entire article at: http://www.historylink.org

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Exiting News! The Florence Academy of Art purchased its new building!

Daniel Graves at FAA New Campus from digiQualia on Vimeo.

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2. Second from the top left is again a scene from a real photograph depicting my mother as a student in a classroom with her mother as a teacher. My grandmother was an elementary school teacher and taught my mother during her first years in school. She later taught me to read, write, and draw and basically everything as well. I pasted a gigantic portrait of Lenin on the wall. Portraits of Lenin and Stalin were the norm in the Soviet classrooms. On the left there is a poster with the text: “Bring the soldiers at the front joy with excellence in your studies”. This reflects on the time of that photograph – it was done during  the Second World War – the Great Patriotic War as we called it in Russia. My mother’s father lost his eye in that war. My father’s father never came back home.

Вторая картинка слева сделана с настоящей фотокарточки. Моя мама сидит в классе, а учительница за ее спиной – моя бабушка – мамина мама. Моя бабушка была учительницей начальных классов. Это она научила меня читать, писать и рисовать, а текже многому другому, напрмер, свистеть в два пальца. На стене висит гигантский портрет Ленина. Это некоторое преувеличение действительности, хотя на самом деле в школах тогда всюду висели портреты Ленина и Сталина. Справа лозунг – “Порадуй Фронт Отличной Учебой” – это уже не выдумка, а как на фотографии. Снимок сделан во время Великой Отечественной войны. У бабушки на груди – орден Героя Труда. В школе ее очень уважали.


3. This is also a real photo. Mother and her father go to dig potatoes. During and after the war there was a shortage of food. Everybody tried to find a spot of land to grow some vegetables. Potatoes was a staple food. My mother’s family were lucky to have a little piece of land somewhere out of town. On this photo my Mom is already a college student, she is visiting back home with her parents and accompanying her father in his agricultural duties.

Это еще одна настоящая фотография. Мама идет со своим папой (моим дедушкой) окучивать картошку. У них был маленький клочок земли на окраине города. Дедушка туда наведывался регулярно, и мама пошла помогать, когда приехала на каникулы из другого города где была уже студенткой института.


4. This is another real photograph – my mother with her friends when they were hiking in the mountains. She was born and raised in the Ural mountains – an area with incredibly beautiful nature and she loved the nature and travelling with friends.

Еще одна настоящая фотка. Мама с друзьями в горах. Она была отличницей и активисткой: учавствовала во всех возможных кружках, в том числе и Клубе Туризма, у нее было множество друзей.


5. One of those friends she fell in love and he became my father (about whom there will be another story). In the meanwhile she was happy and this was my favorite photo of the two of them.

Один из этих друзей стал ее мужем и моим отцом, о котором – отдельная история. Это моя любимая фотография, где они вдвоем и мама – счастлива.


6. Writing her Doctoral dissertation was from my mother’s words another significant event in her life. Or I would rather say a “Chapter” in her life, because she was writing it for a very long time. First she was taking care of her husband who was behind her in his education and she was cooking and cleaning for him to help him finish college. Then she was cooking and cleaning and taking care of the children to help him finish HIS Doctoral dissertation. And only after all that she would allow herself to work on her own research. Her area of studies was concrete. She was a construction engineer. Not a very exciting area from my point of view. My mother claimed it was very interesting. But I did not believe her. This is one of my “invented” photographs. I see her studying in the library after all her cooking and cleaning, and after the children were already grown up enough to be left at home by themselves. She is tired and falling asleep while reading about concrete ingredients. I actually found one of her articles online and pasted it as a text-collage in this small image.

Со слов моей мамы – написание диссертации – одно из важных моментов ее жизни. Я бы назвала это скорее “Главой жизни”, т.к. написание заняло очень много времени: больше десяти лет. Сначала она чистила, мыла и готовила для любимого мужа который учился в техникуме на вечернем, чтобы дать ему возможность поступить в университет. Потом чтобы дать ему возможность закончить университет. Потом, чтобы дать ему возможность написать и защитиьь его диссертацию, потом дети были все еще маленькие… В результате, она защитилась сама, уже когда они почти что развелись. Это “изобретенная” фотография. На ней я вообразила как мама сидит в библиотеке после кухни, уборок и стирок, читает про свой железо-бетон (это была ее специализация, она была – инженер-строитель) и засыпает над книками. В  книгу раскрытую перед ней я вклеила (коллаж) статью про железо-бетон (нашла в интернете).


7. Birth of her first child. I have heard this story many times, and this is an “invented photograph”. My mother was breastfeeding her first child (my brother)  and it was April 12, 1961. And She heard on the radio that the First Man is in Space – Yuri Gagarin! Her heart was filled with joy and pride! She is breastfeeding her FIRST child and the FIRST man is in Space! She imagined a very bright future for her FIST child and for the whole of human kind. If you meet her now, she will still tell you this story with great enthusiasm and ecstatic feeling. The radio is in the top right part of the image.

Рождение первого ребенка. Эту исорию я слышала много раз. Это опять же “изобретенная” фотография. Моя мама кормит грудью своего первого ребенка, сына (моего брата) 12го апреля 1961 года. Во время кормления она слышит по радио объявление: “Первый Человек в Космосе!” Мою маму охватывает великая гордость и космические чувства, так как она видит аналогию ее Первый ребенок и Первый человек в Космосе! И по сегодняшний день она испытывает сильные чувства по этому поводу. Я нарисовала радио на стенке в маленькой комнатке которую они снимали.


8. After I was born and breastfed for 4 months, my parents brought me to my mom’s parents who lived in a small town, about 1-2 hours trip by train or bus. It was probably too much for my mother to cook and clean for my father and her first child and to care for me as well. I was better off with my grandparents. As I mentioned earlier, my grandmother was an elementary school teacher and she raised me since I was 4 months till 4 years old. My first memories are from my grandparents small apartment with a view of the Ural mountains from the windows. My grandmother taught me to read and write, she taught me how to draw and when I was leaving them to go back to live with my parents I cried and I missed her so much. She told me to always look at the star at night and tell her Goodnight, and she will hear and tell me Goodnight back. I did. I think she can still hear me through the star. But during the time when I lived with my grandparents I missed my mother very much. Every time when she visited I was very happy and cried when she was leaving. This is the scene when my mother is leaving and we are saying Goodbye at the train station.


9. Potato Picking duties. Every September brought Potato picking duties for all  people living in the Soviet Union’s cities and towns. Students with their teachers from schools and colleges, PhDs and their Lab Assistants from the research institutions had to go to the villages and kolhoz to help the farmers  pick potatoes, or carrots, or beets… I usually went with my mother for a few days. I went with my school also but that was usually for just one day. I and many other young people saw it as fun, but of course it was physically challenging work and our backs were hurting after it for a while. As I look back – it was not the best use of all those intellectuals’ time and probably happened to be one of many reasons for the “brain-drain” in the Soviet Union.

На картошке. Русскоговорящим не надо обхъяснять что это такое. Студенты, школьники, учителя, профессора, Кандидаты наук и соискатели – все должны были ехать “на картошку” в сентябре. Это моя мама – кандидат наук – собирает картошку в ведро. Славное было время!

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