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Mexico: A Revolution in Art, 1910-40 - review Royal Academy, London

Gypsy Jan - 7-7-2013 at 04:17 PM

From The Guardian

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By Laura Cumming

Mexico: A Revolution in Art, 1910-40 - review
Royal Academy, London

/rom The Guardian

Laura Cumming Sunday 7 July 2013

"Four Zapatistas in sombreros sit astride the cow-catcher on the front of a steam train. One has no boots, two have no bullets and all are darkened by the blazing heat and dust. But these nameless fighters c-ck their rifles at the future, fearlessly facing whatever fate awaits them down the line. They are literally the revolutionary vanguard. This classic photograph was taken in 1911 by the German emigré Hugo Brehme.
t's a tremendous image, and it generated others, including a famous print by Jesús Escobedo in which the same train hurtles forward, dogs barking, women waving, steam pouring from this great engine of modernity, which now carries not just the original band of brothers but several hundred others.

The Mexican revolution began in 1910 with an armed charge against the long-term dictator Porfirio Díaz, and continued to convulse the country with massive loss of life and many changes of president for almost 10 years. You can see this happening before your very eyes in the terrific time-lapse sequence of paintings, prints and photographs assembled at the Royal Academy.

Chandeliers shiver in the shoot-out. Newspaper offices are blown to smithereens. Firing squads work their way through the countryside. Walter Horne's photographs of street executions show the victims are still momentarily upright, pale and ghostly as the bullets enter their bodies in the unfurling chaos of smoke. Life echoes art, and vice versa, for these pictures immediately recall Manet's paintings of The Execution of Emperor Maximilian some 40 years earlier.

The Mexican painter Francisco Goitia, who spent his 20s studying El Greco and Goya in Spain, was so shocked by the political situation on his return that he offered himself as a war artist to the revolutionary general Pancho Villa. His paintings of decomposing bodies hanging from the trees of Zacatecas as the vultures circle have something of the Spanish influence but are wholly Mexican in their arid and thorn-pricked landscape.

It was a revolution captured in images as no other before it. Villa struck a deal with the Mutual Film Corporation, giving them the motion rights to his battles in return for cash and propaganda. He timed his onslaughts so that they began during the daylight that was crucial for the cameras. An anonymous photograph shows him in moustache and bandolier, momentarily still while others move in rapid blurs around him: shrewd, watchful and reserved, quite different from the exhibitionist portrayed by the American Horne.

Photography didn't just capture the hero, it became the source for more popular icons. Brehme's famous portrait of Emiliano Zapata with sabre, sash and sombrero was transformed by the great print-maker José Posada into a darkly imposing warrior, inspiring even at the size of a stamp and a haunting figurehead after his assassination in 1919. Diego Rivera's painted version of the hero looks like a daintily picturesque bandito by comparison.

Posada also satirised corrupt politicians and plutocrats as calaveras, or skeletons, a device picked up by Rivera and other painters that remains embedded in Mexican culture.
David Alfaro Siqueiros's image of Zapata, 1931: 'walled into a cell and hieratic as an Aztec statue'. Photograph: Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden, Smithsonian Institution, Washington, DC; © DACS 2013

And this complex relationship between painting and graphic art becomes a subtle theme of the show. The revolution had its counterpart in art, specifically in the gigantic murals of "los tres grandes": Rivera, José Clemente Orozco and David Alfaro Siqueiros. Clearly their major works cannot travel, but each painter is represented, Rivera by one of his folksy friezes of swaying Mexican dancers, Siqueiros by a yet more potent image of Zapata walled into a cell and hieratic as an Aztec statue. One has a strong sense, even on this modest scale, of the new wave of Mexican art emerging out of a strange fusion of modernism and pre-Columbian art.

Goitia's parched man on his parched rock seems to become one with the ancient landscape, a vision enhanced by the cracks that have developed in the cheap paint subjected to a century of Mexican heat. Ancient gods awaken and dance in cubist frenzies. Mexican women process in profile, silent and shapely, bearing urns on their heads. They look like characters in a Greek frieze, except that the mountains of Oaxaca are rising high and rocky behind them.

Mexico drew left-leaning artists from all over the world in the wake of the revolution. Its red lands and mountain peaks appear bizarrely reprised as geometric abstracts in the paintings of the Bauhaus artist Josef Albers, and in the blockish landscapes of the American modernist Marsden Hartley, who turns the Popocatépetl volcano into a massive blue diamond.

The show has a rarity, too, in one of Philip Guston's arduous socialist allegories of civil war and strife played out by street children with wooden swords. Guston visited Mexico in 1934, where he was given an immense wall of Emperor Maximilian's former summer palace to paint his huge anti-fascist mural The Struggle Against War and Terror. Look closely at the picture in the Royal Academy and you see hints of the hoods and hands that figure in his late, great works.

But the prints and photographs are the true stars of the show. Cartier-Bresson travelled through the country recording the street life of Mexico: itinerant musicians, cripples picking their way through the markets, prostitutes appearing like puppets above the half-doors of brothels. Tina Modotti's celebrated Hands of the Puppeteer, massive and tangled in fine strings like Gulliver tied down by the Lilliputians, shows her gift for capturing the sensual materiality of life.

Her lover, the American photographer Edward Weston, portrays DH Lawrence hot under the collar and sly-eyed in Mexico. Like so many of the writers who passed through - Malcolm Lowry, Hart Crane, Graham Greene - Lawrence's fascination with the country curdled into disillusion, which in turn yielded one of his most pungent novels, The Plumed Serpent.
Nanuel Alvarez Bravo's Lords of the Dance, 1931. Photograph: Victoria and Albert Museum © Colette Urbajtel, Archivo Manuel Álvarez Bravo SC

One looks into these small images to find a vast country convulsed and ever changing, in triumph and lament, bleeding and resurgent. The gringos come and go - Weston abandoned Modotti and returned with a different love to California; Modotti was deported; Hartley left suffering from serious depression. Rivera, in turn, went to work for the capitalists in New York.

But one great legacy of all this internationalism was the encouragement given by Modotti and Rivera to a young tax inspector called Manuel Alvarez Bravo who had been too young to photograph the revolution but took up the camera Modotti gave him. His images - of miners as monumental as standing stones, of masked dancers in a doorway that seems to echo the shape of Zapata's moustache - show another world, almost inconceivably remote. Alvarez Bravo is the revelation of this show."

DENNIS - 7-7-2013 at 04:43 PM

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Originally posted by Gypsy Jan
Alvarez Bravo is the revelation of this show."

Myopic review. His body of work was caught up in the inexplicable modernism of his contemporaries......not to mention, his body of work is stunted.

No mention of his wife, Lola? She was a pretty good shooter.

Tina Modotti was a confused commie just like so many of them in those days. The "World Revolution" was everything. I think that's why she was deported. There was no room for anyone "Left" of Diego Rivera.

No mention of the Casasola Archives either? Great Revolution stuff.
Maybe next time.

Skipjack Joe - 7-9-2013 at 12:01 AM

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Originally posted by DENNIS

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Originally posted by Gypsy Jan
Alvarez Bravo is the revelation of this show."

Tina Modotti should have stayed with Weston. Instead she decided that art for art's sake was a waste of time and used her new skills to fight social injustice. In that sense she was confused because she didn't need fine art for her social posters.

Here you see Weston's influence, but Weston would never have subordinated his work for a cause in this manner (unless he had mouths to feed). He would never compromise his vision for a "message".