By Cate McQuaid
MARCH 07, 2013
“Quand on Aime, Tout est Plaisir (After Fragonard)” a glazed porcelain piece by Molly Hatch, from “New Blue and White” at the Museum of
Fine Arts.
‘New Blue and White” at the
Museum of Fine Arts is not your grandmother’s china cabinet. The contemporary
art exhibit riffing on blue and white ceramics flouts the familiar forms and
patterns of Ming vases, Dutch delftware, Blue Willow china from Britain, and
more. It also honors them.
.
A sweet familiarity wafts
through this sumptuous, conceptually elegant show.
When I was small, my family had
plates decorated with windmills — Dutch delftware, or its replica. I’ve got a
souvenir mug from Cape Cod that mimics that design. Blue and white ceramics
have permeated cultures and households around the world.
Their history is nearly as deep
and extensive as that of tea. More than 1,000 years ago, cobalt traveled from
the Middle East to Asia, where it was used to make pigment applied to white
clay. Eventually, Europeans visiting the East brought the pottery home, and
Westerners began to replicate the process and make it their own. From there,
they disseminated it to parts of the world they had colonized.
At first, blue and white tea
sets and vases signified wealth and power, but in time, manufacturing
techniques produced less expensive china, and democratized the medium.
Contemporary artists spinning off from the form have plenty to chew on: themes
of power, globalism, commerce, and colonialism. Yet that homey familiarity
clings to most of the objects here, from vases to a pair of shoes to a
surfboard.
For instance, Ann Agee produces
her own version of Dutch delftware. Her “Gross Domestic Product” features
several plates assembled higgledy-piggledy into a single wall hanging. They
sport cartoonish border patterns, and they depict deserted, low-end rooms. Agee
unsettlingly juxtaposes the supposed value of delftware and the status it
confers with images of seedy desolation. She draws pictures of a home that is
anything but cozy, using objects that pulled me in because they reminded me of
my childhood. Yikes.
Emily Zilber, the museum’s
curator of contemporary decorative arts, has tapped more than 40 artists to
show close to 70 objects. Most of the work, while steeped in meaning, soothes
the eye. The palette is a balm — serene, enveloping, lulling as dusk on a
summer evening.
Indeed, you might want to wrap
yourself in the first thing you see when you walk into the gallery. Caroline
Cheng’s “Prosperity” is a kimono covered with thousands of dusky blue porcelain
butterflies, fine as paper. They look as if they might lift off and carry the
garment away like a magic carpet. In Chinese, the words for “prosperity” and
“clothing” have the same pronunciation: “fu.” Cheng’s kimono is the picture of
good fortune.
Cheng, a British artist based in
Hong Kong, commissioned Chinese artisans to fashion each unique butterfly,
harking back a millennium to the origins of blue and white china and its
subsequent manufacture for export.
Something else to wear: Sisters
Kate and Laura Mulleavy grew up with Ming vases in their San Francisco home.
Now the team behind the fashion label Rodarte, they’ve designed a luminous,
sleeveless silk gown with ribbon embroidery and printed chiffon inspired by
Ming designs. It could float on moonlight.
Objects such as these are at
home at the MFA, with its extensive ceramic collection. Many of the works link
to historic pieces on display in other galleries. There’s even one family
connection: Japanese artist Kondo Takahiro, in his sparkly vase “Galaxy,” plays
upon his personal lineage in the blue and white ceramics of his culture,
sometsuke. A vase made by his grandfather Kondo Yuzo can be found elsewhere in
the museum.
Zilber breaks the show into four
sections — memory, abstraction, politics, and cultural identity — with fluid
bounds between them. Iranian-born artist Pouran Jinchi, in her lovely “Prayer
Stones 2,” refers back to the Abbasid ceramics crafted in her region in the
ninth century. She has painted clay tablets used by Shiite Muslims to rest
their foreheads on during prayer. The blue and white lacquer patterns, floral
designs, and invocations in Farsi on these small pieces make them gemlike.
Jinchi has placed them flat in a concise mandala design, which prompts
meditation.
Harumi Nakashima’s “Work 0808,”
one of the abstract pieces, slithers and loops like a many-headed serpent, in
white covered with blue dots. The form juts out in orbs, then falls back in
tunnels that open up like water slides. Works such as these push at the
boundaries of expectation about form, pattern, and design, yet they hold to
their origins.
Boston artist Mark Cooper, like
Cheng, went to the porcelain-production capital of China, Jingdezhen, to create
parts of his gaudy installation, “Yu Yu Blue.” Throwing ideas of the
preciousness of china to the winds, Cooper crafts slumping, ugly forms that
sparkle with stunning blue glazes, and positions them on a wooden armature that
crawls over the wall and up off the floor like an octopus. It’s outrageous,
encompassing yet teasing tradition.
Blue and white ceramics course
through several traditions. One is the Spode factory in Stoke-on-Trent,
England. Spode, a top dog in British ceramics, utilized transfer prints to make
china more affordable in the 19th century. The factory closed in 2009. British
artist Paul Scott salvaged half-completed china from the factory floor, upon which
he printed his own images — one of the “closed” sign on the gates of the
shuttered factory, another of the abandoned kiln room. Like Agee, he turns
decorative ware into dark political commentary.
Artists can do just about
anything with the blue and white motif; it’s as versatile as paint. Claire
Curneen’s “Blue” explores the emotional resonances of that color, with two
figures covered in a melting cobalt floral pattern, their hands nearly touching
— are they moving toward each other, or pulling away?
“New Blue and White,” in the way of contemporary
art, challenges old forms and ideas, even as it brims over with cultural and
personal echoes. It’s hard to walk away.
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