Dead Blogging the New Cy Twombly Exhibit at MFABoston

Well the Missus and I trundled over to The Fens yesterday to catch Making Past Present: Cy Twombly (through May 7) at the Museum of Fine Arts and say, it was swell except for the parts that were head-scratching.

More on that later. Here’s how the MFA’s overview of the exhibit begins

Unique among his peers at the vanguard of postwar American art, Cy Twombly (1928–2011) sought inspiration from ancient Greek, Roman, and Egyptian cultures. Throughout his career, he created thousands of paintings, sculptures, drawings, photographs, and prints inspired by the cultures of the past he encountered through his travels, reading, and collecting. Twombly wanted to demonstrate that “Modern Art isn’t dislocated, but something with roots, tradition, and continuity. For myself,” he wrote, “the past is the source (for all art is vitally contemporary).”

Work by Twombly appears alongside ancient Greek, Roman, Egyptian, and Near Eastern art from the MFA’s collection, as well as objects from Twombly’s personal collection of antiquities, which are on public display for the first time.

While major American artists were moving toward Abstract Expressionism, Twombly moved to Italy, married up, and immersed himself in antiquities.  In 1952, erstwhile fling Robert Rauschenberg took this picture of Twombly standing next to the massive hand of Emperor Constantine in Rome’s Capitoline Museums.

Twombly, who specialized in cryptography during a stint in the Army, adopted a “characteristic, often illegible handwriting that appears throughout [his] paintings, drawings, and sculptures,” echoing ancient inscriptions in stone.

As time went on, a good deal of Twombly’s scrawlings became more legible, although arguably less interesting.

As the exhibit progresses, Twombly’s scrawlings seem to grow more self-referential and self-indulgent, but maybe that’s just me.

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To be fair, you’re well advised to seek a second opinion in Boston Globe art critic Murray Whyte’s smart review of the exhibit, which has – to put it mildly – a different perspective on some of the works.

In “Apollo,” 1975, which appears midway through the 150-work exhibition, he scrawls the sun god’s name on the canvas in a rich cobalt hue. It dissembles in a cascade of words etched in pencil that include a string of the God’s aliases, like “Phoebus.” Less clear are random words like “mouse” and “grasshopper,” chaotically dashed off in a corner of the frame. Twombly didn’t aim to be knowable; his works are often opaque and spontaneous-seeming, deliberately rich with beauty and mystery. To me, they often feel like painterly embodiments of the vagaries of lost history, buried too deep for collective memory to access.

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To be sure, Whyte has some reservations of his own: “The exhibition, and indeed, Twombly’s entire oeuvre, is chock-a-block with indulgent paeans to ancient poetry and myth, and his fervent desire for connection to art and history. This can get a little eye-rolly, but the extravagant beauty of his wildly expressive mark-making balances things out; you can be deeply with the work, while dipping lightly into the backstory.”

Loose translation: Making Past Present: Cy Twombly is well worth a trundle.

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MFABoston’s Fling With NFTs: Not Fiscally Tangible, Maybe?

The other day the hardworking staff received this email from Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts.

Not to get technical about it, but we don’t have a digital collection of NFTs, mostly because they’re the pet rocks of the art world.

But we’re getting ahead of ourselves.

Last year the Boston Globe’s Malcolm Gay reported on the origins of the MFA’s NFT fling.

‘Someone had to move first’: MFA plans sale of NFTs based on fragile French pastels

The museum hopes to fund conservation efforts with the proceeds, but uncertainty in the crypto market raises questions.

How much would you pay for a rarely seen artwork by French Impressionist Claude Monet?

The Museum of Fine Arts aims to find out — sort of — when it dips its toe in the choppy waters of cryptocurrency next month, selling a collection of non-fungible tokens based on pastels from its collection by Monet, Edgar Degas, and other Impressionist luminaries.

The sale, which is being orchestrated by the French startup LaCollection, positions the MFA as one of the first encyclopedic museums in the United States to embrace the novel technology — which links digital artworks to online ownership certificates stored on the blockchain.

Free Degas NFTs or not, the jury is decidedly out on whether vapor-art has been croaked by the crypto crash, as a simple Google search will reveal.

It is, shall we say, a (Bit)coin flip. But the Irish in us leans toward Terry Sullivan’s analysis last November at Yahoo.

In mid-October, Bloomberg published a massive 40,000-word story in Businessweek, written by finance writer, Matt Levine, who attempted to demystify and explain cryptocurrency as well as NFTs. But one might say that both crypto and NFTs got quite a harsh critique in Levine’s story: For example, in the middle of the article, Levine refers to an Esquire article, which discusses how some in crypto are trying to reimagine books as investment opportunities! Levine’s take is this? “The bad way to put this is that every web3 project is simultaneously a Ponzi.”

Levine also questions the thin connection between the code you’re investing in on the blockchain when you buy an NFT and the actual piece of art. He writes, “but what does it mean to say that the NFT is a piece of digital art? The art does not live on the blockchain…. If you buy an NFT, what you own is a notation on the blockchain that says you own a pointer to some web server.” It’s like paying a museum for a Cezanne, and they only give you the page from the museum catalog…or better yet, they’ve only sent you the museum wall label!

Beyond the financials, though, there’s also the fallout for the prestige of fine art, as Bendor Grosvenor noted in his Diary of an art historian blog last year (via The Art Newspaper).

According to an early biographer, J.M.W. Turner viewed publishers who sold his prints as greedy middle men, “huxters of art”. We can easily imagine what he’d make of museums selling his work as NFTs, as the British Museum will this month through the website La Collection. Twenty watercolours will be sold, with prices for the “rarest” starting at €4,999 ($5,660). The iniative follows on from the sale of 200 Hokusai works from the museum’s collection as NFTs last year.

That sum gets you a jpeg with no rights, physical or intellectual, on the original image. What you’re really buying is the sequence of code entered onto the blockchain, which is unique and thus tradable. If enough people believe the line of code is worth something then you can sell your Turner jpeg for a profit. Think of it as the emperor’s new code.

We’re guessing the MFA doesn’t care a whit about all that. But maybe MFA members should.

You tell us.

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David Guttenfelder Wins NYT ‘Year in Pictures’ Bakeoff

For the past decade, the hardworking staff has been the Shutterbug Boswell of New York Times photographers, annually tallying who shot what in the paper’s Year in Pictures Special Section.

This year’s section is especially fraught, given the violence and wanton destruction that characterized 2022, as Times editor Dana Jennings addresses in his introduction to the website version of The Year in Pictures 2022.

As I immersed myself in these dozens of photos from the past year, I kept thinking about what happened to my Aunt Shirley and her family more than 30 years ago. I was a senior in college when she and three of her children were murdered by an arsonist who set fire to their tenement in Haverhill, Mass. What I recall most intensely from that dark week is one of Shirley’s younger sisters seething in front of the television cameras from Boston, keening with tears of rage and grief, craving revenge.

Over and over, as I looked at these photographs, I saw the same fury and misery that had stricken Aunt Shirley’s sister, her feral lust to get even.

I saw it in Aleppo and Nairobi, in Boston and Tehran. I saw it after typhoons and tornadoes, in refugee camps and in the rubble of collapsed buildings. But I learned as I looked that it’s better to see the living shackled to the rack of their unspeakable emotions than to watch those who are entombed in blank stoicism.

Also, these photos make the reader more human amid the infinite bombast of our electronic infotainment. The mind-numbing media avalanche threatens to make war, terrorism and catastrophe banal, to turn the maimed and the dead into mere meat, as abstract as Lady Gaga’s gown of raw beef. What many of the pictures here do, though, is turn the shallow creeks of the general into the profound deeps of the particular — shocking us awake.

Let’s start this year’s tally with a shoutout to Daniel Berehulak, whose devastating photo of “twisted metal and other debris [that] lined a village road after a column of destroyed Russian military vehicles was cleared away” provided the section’s double-truck wrapper.

Berehulak was one of several Times photographers who scored a Year in Pictures hat trick. Another was the stalwart Lynsey Addario, who captured more heart-rending tragedy in Ukraine with this photo of “a mother and her two children [who] lay dead as Ukranian soldiers tried in vain to save a man.”

Finbarr O’Reilly contributed this touching photograph of “Hlib Kihitov mourning his twin brother, Ehor Kihitov, who was killed along with nearly two dozen other soldiers in an artillery strike in Popasna in the eastern Luhansk region.”

As Dana Jennings noted in his introduction, “the year . . . wasn’t all blood and guts, and these photos reflect that, too: ballgames were played, marriages made, Shakespeare performed . . . ”

And Olympic hopes dashed, as Chang W. Lee captured in this photo of Shaun White, “a three-time Olympic gold medalist in snowboarding, after completing his final run on the men’s halfpipe. He missed out on a medal.”

It’s David Guttenfelder, though, who scored the most photos – five, if you’re keeping score at home – in the Times year-end review. His wartime photographs run the gamut from wistful to hopeful.

The former: “Maksim Syroizhko, a Ukrainian soldier with his girlfriend, Yana Matavapaeva. The couple said they had not seen each other since the war began.”

The latter: “Misha, 27, who lost his legs in battle, worked out in a hospital gym as he awaited prosthetic limbs. Fellow patients called him Acrobat.”

The Times Year in Pictures 2022 is a truly amazing assemblage of images capturing a world rich with drama, emotion, and human resilience. It’s also a testament to journalistic vision, skill, and courage, well worth every minute of your attention.

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My Soirée With Napoleon, Madame Curie & Other Luminaries

So I was leafing through the New York Times Book Review the other day when I came across this piece about The Dinner Party Writers Dream Of.

This year, our By the Book series of author interviews turned 10 — the feature made its debut in the April 15, 2012, issue, with David Sedaris in the hot seat — so to celebrate, we thought we would throw an end-of-year party. A dinner party, to be precise, since one of our recurring questions almost from the start has been: “You’re organizing a literary dinner party. Which three writers, dead or alive, do you invite?”

By design, the answers favor a certain kind of writer (witty, gregarious, charming, engaged) and, also by design, they tend to reveal a fair amount about the hosts: not only their reading habits but their social lives. “I can’t imagine myself hosting a literary dinner party,” Anne Tyler said in 2015. “What on earth would a bunch of writers talk about? I’d rather just curl up with a sandwich and read some favorite book over again on my own.”

We hear you, Anne. Still, plenty of participants have ventured to imagine what a bunch of writers might talk about, and have assembled their dream guest lists for us. Here are the 20 writers invited most often over the years, along with a sampling of quotes explaining their picks. Bon appétit.

Here are the dining companions most in demand among the glitterati over the past decade.

Seriously? Shakespeare, Baldwin, Twain, Morrison, Austen? Dickens? Tolstoy?  Proust? Outside of Octavia Butler and Sappho, pretty unimaginative dinner parties, all due respect.

Forty years ago I was creative director at a small Boston ad agency among whose clients was a real estate developer looking to convert the Brook House – a 700-unit gated community on the Boston/Brookline border – from apartments to condominiums.

The developer told me, “Make something that everyone will be talking about.”

So I decided to host a Soirée for the Ages that would appear as an ad campaign in the real estate pages of the Boston Sunday Globe.

RSVPs came in the form of these teaser ads the first week.

The following Sunday, this full-page ad ran in the Globe.

Here’s a slightly more readable version, for those of you keeping score at home.

I’ve never claimed that my little get-together sold a single condo at the Brook House, but a whole bunch of people did talk about it. Maybe because it wasn’t just a bunch of the usual fantasy dinner-party suspects.

Eat your hearts out, Times glitterati.

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Dead Blogging ‘Frank Bowling’s Americas’ at Boston’s MFA

Well the Missus and I trundled over to The Fens the other day to catch Frank Bowling’s Americas (through April 9) at the Museum of Fine Arts and say, it was swell.

“Modernism belonged to me also.” So resolved British Guiana–born artist Frank Bowling in 1966, when he moved from London to New York City, impelled by ambition to make his mark on modern painting. “Frank Bowling’s Americas” is the first exhibition dedicated to the transformative years the artist spent in the US, and the first major survey of his work by an American institution in more than four decades.

Bowling’s primary residence was New York from 1966 to 1975. In that time he came into contact with a vibrant and tumultuous art scene, with abstract painting on an explosive rise, heated debates unfolding around Black cultural identity and artistic practice, and Stokely Carmichael’s slogan “Black Power” emanating from the South.

Much of Bowling’s work at the time, on the other hand, emanated from South America and Africa, as these paintings illustrate.

The MFA website features a short Meet Frank Bowling video, but this profile of the artist and his work in New York is a lot richer.

Sir Frank Bowling is still creating impressive art at age 88. You should go see it for yourself.

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The Missus and I also stopped by Michaelina Wautier and ‘The Five Senses’, a new installation in the MFA’s Center for Netherlandish Art, which was also totally swell.

Centered around her rare series The Five Senses (1650), this is the first gallery space in the Americas dedicated to the art of Michaelina Wautier (1614–1689), a painter from Brussels all but forgotten until the recent rediscovery of her work. The set of five pictures was virtually unknown until it was acquired by Rose-Marie and Eijk van Otterloo and lent to the MFA in 2020. Here, it is joined by Wautier’s remarkable Self-Portrait (1645), on loan from a private collection and on public view in the US for the first time.

Here are Wautier’s Five Senses, which “[showcase] how she defied a convention at the time of depicting the senses as experienced by idealized women.”

And here’s that self-portrait.

As with the Frank Bowling exhibit, well worth a trundle.

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Ring Lardner’s Fall Classic, ‘A World’s Serious’

Since last night’s rainout of the Astros-Phillies game left the baseball-loving universe with nothing new to chew over for most of today, the hardwaiting staff thought it might be helpful to provide you with something old to chew over.

This piece originally appeared as a series of syndicated columns in the fall of 1921 and is pure Ring Lardner.

You’re welcome.

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R.I.P. Angela Lansbury: The Missus & I Loved You on Broadway

As the Missus said last week, thank God Angela Lansbury didn’t pass away during – and I’m paraphrasing here – England’s Long Goodbye to QE II.

Then again, Angela Lansbury’s timing was always impeccable.

It allowed, for example, Daniel Lewis’s lovely obituary to run on Page One of the New York Times.

She was a Hollywood and Broadway sensation, but she captured the biggest audience of her career as the TV sleuth Jessica Fletcher.

Angela Lansbury, a formidable actress who captivated Hollywood in her youth, became a Broadway musical sensation in middle age and then drew millions of fans as a widowed mystery writer on the long-running television series “Murder, She Wrote,” died on Tuesday at her home in Los Angeles. She was 96.

Her death was announced in a statement by her family.

Ms. Lansbury was the winner of five competitive Tony Awards for her starring performances on the New York stage, from “Mame” in 1966 to “Blithe Spirit” in 2009, when she was 83, a testament to her extraordinary stamina. She also received a special Tony for lifetime achievement at this year’s ceremony. Yet she appeared on Broadway only from time to time over a seven-decade career in film, theater and television in which there were also years when nothing seemed to be coming up roses.

The Times also published film critic Scott Tobias’s piece The Many Faces of Angela Lansbury and theater critic Jesse Green’s appraisal Angela Lansbury, Broadway’s Beloved Everywoman.

As luck would have it, the Missus and I saw just about every one of Angela Lansbury’s Broadway performances starting with her definitive portrayal of Mrs. Lovett (check out this Lansbury/LuPone/ Bonham Carter bakeoff for proof) in the 1979 production of Sweeney Todd, which she and Len Cariou reprised in 2005 for Stephen Sondheim’s 75th birthday concert.

 

(Full lyrics here for those of you keeping score at home.)

We waited quite a while  – insert “Murder, She Wrote’ (1984-1996) here – to see Angela Lansbury on Broadway again, this time in the 2007 production of Terrence McNally’s Deuce.

Here’s a CUNY Theater Talk interview with Lansbury and her Deuce co-star, the inimitable Marian Seldes.

 

Two years later we were mesmerized by Lansbury’s appearance as Madame Arcati in the Broadway revival of Noël Coward’s Blithe Spirit.

Once again, an interview on CUNY’s Theater Talk with Susan Haskins and Michael Riedel.

 

Amazingly, six months later Angela Lansbury was back on Broadway – along with Catherine Zeta-Jones – in a a revival of Stephen Sondheim’s A Little Night Music, in which she was quite wonderful in the role of Madame Armfeldt.

 

In 2012 Lansbury returned to Broadway (along with James Earl Jones, Candice Bergen, and John Larroquette) in Gore Vidal’s satirical play, The Best Man. Here’s her first scene.

 

In her final Broadway performance Angela Lansbury was, as always, pitch-perfect.

One final note: In 2011 Lansbury came to town for an event at Boston University’s Gotlieb Archival Center.

Ginger Rogers Century Exhibit comes to BU

On Monday October 24 the Howard Gotlieb Archival Research Center honored Ginger Rogers by debuting its newest collection of her memorabilia, the “Ginger Rogers Century Exhibition.” The iconic actress, dancer and singer would have turned 100 this year. Academy Award winning actress, Angela Lansbury introduced the collection, citing Ginger Rogers as her single, biggest inspiration.

After Lansbury’s opening remarks, guests were invited to view the archive, which was filled with movie posters, film clips, childhood photos and even Rogers’ Oscar.

Angela Lansbury’s opening remarks were written by . . . the Missus – a task that was one of the great joys of her professional career.

For those of you keeping score at home.

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NYT’s ‘M*A*S*H’ Retrospective Lacks 20/20 Heinz Sight

Page One of yesterday’s Arts section in the New York Times featured James Poniewozik’s big takeout on the 5oth anniversary of the seminal television dramedy, “M*A*S*H.”

Five decades ago, “M*A*S*H” anticipated today’s TV dramedies, showing that a great comedy could be more than just funny.

The pilot episode of “M*A*S*H,” which aired on Sept. 17, 1972, on CBS, lets you know immediately where and when you are. Sort of. “KOREA 1950,” the opening titles read. “A HUNDRED YEARS AGO.”

The Korean War could indeed seem a century away from 1972, separated by a gulf of cultural change and social upheaval. But as a subject, it was also entirely current, given that America was then fighting another bloody war, in Vietnam. The covert operation “M*A*S*H” pulled off was to deliver a timely satire camouflaged as a period comedy.

The year before, CBS had premiered Norman Lear’s “All in the Family,” a battlefield dispatch from an American living room. But “M*A*S*H” was another level of escalation, sending up the lunacy of war even as Walter Cronkite was still reading the news about it. The caption acknowledged the risk by winking at it: Who, us, making topical commentary?

Poniewozik’s piece is a smart, in-depth lookback at a TV classic – with one glaring exception.

Here’s Poniewozik’s description of the genealogy of “M*A*S*H.”

[By] the early 1970s, even die-hard anticommunists saw Vietnam as a lost cause. Pop culture was changing, too, as evidenced by the success of “All in the Family” and of Robert Altman’s 1970 film “M*A*S*H,” based on a novel by Richard Hooker (the pseudonym of H. Richard Hornberger).

Poniewozik – and the Times 1997 obituary of Hornberger – both fail to mention that the novel was co-authored by the great W.C. Heinz, who was a distinguished World War II correspondent and became one of the finest American sportswriters of the 20th century.

For those of you keeping score at home, here’s how Heinz described his contribution to the novel in a 2004 interview with Nathan Ward for American Heritage (via MASH4077TV).

What happened was that a doctor named J. Maxwell Chamberlain helped me write my novel The Surgeon and, previous to that, a Life cover piece about a lung operation. Another doctor, H. Richard Hornberger, had studied under Chamberlain and sent him a letter saying, “That clown who wrote your book might be interested that I have a book I put together from my experiences in Korea.” Betty [Heinz’s wife] read it and enjoyed it, which let me know that it was funny – within the realm of decency, once I cleaned it up, since it was full of those jokes that doctors like to make about the body. So that’s the way we got together. Then it took quite a while, maybe a year, back and forth. I eventually tied everything together. As much as it got tied together; there isn’t a hell of a story line in MASH, just a succession of operations and techniques and humor. The only thing that holds it together is the characters and the familiarity that the reader comes to have with them.

RJ at MASH4077TV writes that “while not a co-author per se Heinz was responsible for threading together Hornberger’s storylines into a somewhat coherent narrative.” I dunno, pretty much sounds like a co-author to me.

Regardless, I’ve long kept a 20/20 Heinz Sight watch, mostly because he so rarely gets his due either as a novelist (Pete Hamill described The Professional as “one of the five best sports novels ever written”) or as a sportswriter (see What a Time It Was for some of his best work).

Heinz did get his due, however, in Jeff MacGregor’s 2008 Sports Illustrated obituary. Here’s part of it.

W.C. Heinz may have been the best pure sportswriter who ever lived. I had the privilege of writing a long profile of Bill for this magazine in September 2000. (It’s online at SI.com/heinz.) After which we became and remained friends. As precise as he was generous, he mentored me—as he did every younger writer who came to him—and was a stern advocate for simplicity and understatement. For an authentic, straightforward voice. He wanted all of us who did this work to bear those truths forward. So for what I’m about to write, he’d scold me. Too big, he’d say. Don’t go overboard.

W.C. Heinz was the Prometheus of modern American sportswriting. There is sportswriting before Heinz, and there is sportswriting after Heinz. He is the bridge between the ancients and the Jet Age. He gets us from Grantland Rice and the Four Horsemen to Tom Wolfe on Junior Johnson. The light he brought to us all, to those of us who read and write about sports, was the twofold fire of realism and literary merit.

Back then, I tried as well to give Heinz his due.

MacGregor also wrote this in his Heinz obit:”His 1949 column from the New York Sun, ‘Death of a Racehorse,’ is the Gettysburg Address of sportswriting.  A run of words so slender and moving that nothing can be added or taken from it . . .”

That column is here, and it’s every bit as fabulous as MacGregor says. Then again, W.C. Heinz wouldn’t want me to go overboard.

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Dead Blogging ‘Patrick Kelly: Runway of Love’ at PEM

Well the Missus and I trundled up to Salem yesterday to catch the Patrick Kelly exhibit (through November 6) at the Peabody Essex Museum and say, it was swellegant.

Patrick Kelly: Runway of Love celebrates the career and legacy of fashion designer Patrick Kelly (born in Vicksburg, Mississippi, 1954–1990). Based in Paris from 1979, Kelly was primarily self-taught and fearlessly drew inspiration from his experiences growing up in the American South, his Black heritage, his days in the New York and Paris club scenes, and his personal muses. His light-hearted and sophisticated designs pushed racial and cultural boundaries, asserted Black empowerment, and were rooted in expressions of love and joy.

Joy was the through-line for Patrick Kelly’s fashion line, as these representative samples nicely illustrate.

Kelly channeled everyone from Chanel to Schiaparelli to St. Laurent to the legendary Madame Grès and yet, as the Missus – who knows about these things – noted, his designs from the 1980s all look so current. It’s really quite remarkable.

As was Patrick Kelly’s life, vividly documented in this film from the Fine Arts Museums of San Francisco.

Patrick Kelly’s story is sweet, stylish, and in the end, exceedingly sad.

Also, well worth a trundle up to Salem to experience.

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Dead Blogging ‘The Art of Croquet’ at the Fuller Craft Museum

Well the Missus and I trundled down to Brockton the other day to check out the Fuller Craft Museum’s current exhibits and say, they were swell.

The main event is Interpreting Change: Weavers’ Guild of Boston – 1922 – 2022 (through October 16).

Interpreting Change: Weavers’ Guild of Boston – 1922-2022 is a juried exhibition produced as a collaborative effort between Fuller Craft Museum and Weavers’ Guild of Boston (WGB) – the oldest weaver’s guild in the U.S – to celebrate WGB’s centennial anniversary and its members creative accomplishments. These exquisite works were created specifically for this exhibition and highlight developments in materials, artistic taste, and the nature of process-oriented craft.

Much of the work is indeed exquisite, and virtually all of it’s engaging.

Ditto for Marilyn Pappas: A Retrospective (through August 28).

Fuller Craft Museum is proud to present the first museum retrospective of Somerville textile artist Marilyn Pappas. The exhibition features works from all stages of her 60-year career, from her socially minded, garment-based work of the 1960s to her travel-inspired collages to her outsized textiles depicting sculptures of ancient goddesses. At once timeless and highly relevant to today, Pappas’s forms chronicle the many stages of her life while offering powerful statements on the enduring strength, vibrancy, and resilience of women.

Representative samples:

Extremely impressive, especially given that Ms. Pappas has worked well into her 90s.

Our favorite exhibit, however, was decidedly more lighthearted: “Out of Bounds: The Art of Croquet [through November 6] is a striking exhibition of croquet mallets and balls made by 21 of the world’s leading wood artists, each exploring the function, form, and historic allure of the enduring sport.”

It’s a hoot. Here’s a video posted on YouTube a year ago by The Wharton Esherick Museum. It features a conversation with Jennifer-Navva Milliken, Artistic Director at the Center for Art in Wood in Philadelphia and the co-curator, along with artist Silas Kopf, of the exhibit.

The video is 50 minutes long – about the same amount of time it takes to drive from Brookline to Brockton.

Well worth the trundle, in our humble opinion.

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