Tuesday
night, we went to a wine-and-cheese reception at the St.
Louis Art Museum.
The reception was for members only (they do member-only events on a regular
basis), and this one included either audio tours or docent-led tours of the
museum’s latest exhibition, Impressionist France.
The
exhibition was in the museum’s new East Building, which opened last year and is mostly
dedicated to contemporary art (lots of Gerhard Richter paintings
there, which I generally like and my wife generally doesn’t). And what an
exhibition it was – almost a century of French photography and painting,
arranged by themes but all generally aspects of the building of France as a
nation.
The
exhibit is a joint project of the Nelson Atkins
Art Museum
in Kansas City and the St. Louis Art Museum. It was curated by Simon Kelly of
the St. Louis museum for the paintings, and April Watson of the Nelson Atkins
museum for photography. And it is a marvelous show.
We
chose to do one of the docent-led tours, which started with a short discussion
by Simon Kelly about the exhibit, French Impressionism, and the importance of
photography to Impressionism. On the tour, our docent moved us to and from
about 10 stops, focusing upon a particular painting or photograph to represent
specific points. In addition to sharing what was clearly a lot of knowledge,
she carried with her laminated photographs of the painters and photographers
which she would pass among the tour group.
As
we walked, observed and listened, I began to meditate a bit on art, and why it
has come to be something much more important now that I’m older than when I was
young. We’ve always enjoyed art and art museums, going back to a spectacular Cezanne exhibit at the Museum of Fine Art in Houston in early 1978. But it seems more
important now, more engaging, and we try to include it whenever we travel.
I
don’t think it’s just us. This seems to happen with age. As one gets older, one
gets more interested in art. Perhaps it’s because older people have more
leisure time (or disposable income). Looking at the crowd at the reception last
night, I would say more were over the age of 50.
I
think it might be someone else, too. As I’ve aged, I’ve come to see art as some
akin to divine creation. Whether it is literature, art, music, photography, or
other artistic endeavors, creating something “out of nothing” is something of a
human echo of the original creation. Part of what it means to be made in God’s
image is to be made in his creative image; it’s almost as if we can’t help
ourselves – we are made to create.
If
you have the opportunity, you should see this exhibit. We’re going back, and
likely more than once. The creators of the works on display read like a history
of French photography and art: Le Gray, Corot, Rousseau, Monet, Pissarro,
Degas, Cezanne, Manet, and Morisot.
And
I’ll try to figure out where they put the Gerhard Richters in the meantime.
Painting: The Promenade with the
Railroad Bridge, Arguentil, oil on canvas by Claude Monet (1874), St. Louis Art
Museum.
Photograph: Adalbert Cuvelier, French, 1812–1871, printed by: Alphonse-Louis Poitevin, French, 1819–1882; Effect of Fog, 1852, printed 1855.
