I wrote last week about my visit to the Walter’s Gallery in
Baltimore, describing how intrigued I was by their new exhibition. I also found their permanent collections,
which I walked through briefly afterwards, commendably well done. Their collection is as traditional as can be,
built up like the collections in so many museums today, by cultured millionaire
men of the late 19th and early 20th century. It is particularly strong in ancient
Egyptian, Greek and Roman art, and includes works from all the favorite periods
of the Western Art Cannon. Yet its
presentation is far from conservative.
The museum does a good job at including the newest scholarship, drawing
connections to contemporary world, and combining the art works in unexpected
ways that keep the visitor alert.
After my visit to the Walters that Sunday, I walked down to
the Baltimore waterfront and meandered my way around the harbor to a totally
different art-viewing experience: the American Visionary Art Museum. This was a museum with an unexpected relationship
to art. It’s hard to describe. Even the
information sheet I picked up at the museum’s entrance states that, “it is not
easy to define ‘visionary art’. Like
love, you know it when you’re in it.”
AVAM, Baltimore. image source |
It’s not a museum of art history. It is not a museum with displays of any
famous artists, or art movements. Its
collection is not based on the Art Cannon.
Neither is its collection folk art i.e. art in the tradition of a long
inherited cultural practice. Instead, it
is a museum that collects and presents artworks in a way that emphasizes the
particular link between art and the artist’s soul. The works are moving not because they all
display amazing technique or talent (although some of them certainly do) but
because they are so intensely personal.
A number of the artists whose works are on display suffer from a trauma
or a disability, and their art practice is a way of coping, healing.
This way of organizing and collecting might be embarrassing
or uncomfortable for some art historians and museum curators. Art therapy, or art as soul-work, especially
from largely untrained artists, isn’t exactly high art. No matter its personal value to the artist,
can it possibly have a commercial and aesthetic value anywhere near what a work
of high art might have? The AVAM and its
emotive exhibitions force skeptics to reconsider their preconceptions, and respect
this type of work. I wish I could show
some of the photos I might have accidentally/secretly taken with my iPod, but I
noticed the “No Photos” sign on the way out, and I will respect the museum’s regulations. I’ll have to make do with sharing an image from the Museum’s own website and facebook page:
Mad Growth, Beatrice Coron, made of cut tyvek |
There are museums, like the Walter’s that differ in degree
from the traditional 20th century model. Then there are museums like the American
Visionary Art Museum that differ in kind.
It is places like the AVAM that remind us art historians to break out of
our traditional sense of organization once in a while, and allow us to see art
with a different pair of interpretative glasses.