Sunday, April 20, 2014

I heART Art, Part Two or Art & Activism, building peace in my life

     The artist, Ai Weiwei, is internationally known as a contemporary artist and outspoken dissident.   When I read the signage accompanying these bold colored vases, understanding that they are created by someone who is known as an outspoken dissident in China tells me a lot.  He is brave and courageous, in my opinion a Champion of Justice. To speak out in opposition to his government in China means something far greater than speaking out against our government here in the USA means for us.  While sitting at the bar counter in the Taste cafe of the Seattle Art Museum recently I talked to a lady who visited Ai Weiwei in his home.  She said he cannot leave China, cannot leave Beijing, but anyone can come visit him.  And she said it was obvious there were security cameras watching his home.
     I cannot imagine!  Having your home under surveillance.  Not being able to leave your country or the city you live in!  She also mentioned that because of the world's eyes being watchful, he is also somewhat protected.  The world would protest if he was harmed.
     I visited the Seattle Asian Art Museum for the first time on April 5th.  I am not familiar with Asian Art (being raised more actively in the Native American community than the Filipino community).  As I walked through the galleries of ceramics, paintings and objects I was somewhat lost.  I didn't have the context to understand what I was looking at. My routine when seeing a new art exhibit is to do a quick walk through and then come back to visit my favorite pieces.  I stopped and looked at a huge piece, a 17th Century/1800's hanging scroll depicting a story of Buddha. It was faded from time but the artistry was phenomenal. I am not very familiar with Buddha's life or teachings.  But it reminds me of the huge Nativity scene from the exhibit Peru: Kingdom of the Sun and Moon.  A teaching tool. Telling the story of the life of Christ.
     Ai Weiwei's colored vases are traditional vases dipped in bold colors. A symbol of our Ancient story being disguised by today's contemporary culture yet still powerfully present.  When thinking about the courage of Ai Weiwei to use his art to stand up for justice and freedom, it makes me think of Joan Miro and his opposition to the Franco dictatorship and regime that held captive his home of Spain for nearly 40 years, ending just in 1976.  When I think of Spain, I don't think of a dictatorship or tyranny and oppression.  But really it's barely 40 years since they have been free.  As an American, I take the freedom of speech and the freedom to vote for granted. I am privileged with this luxury in a world full of tyranny and oppression.
     These artists inspire me to say the hard things that need to be said.  There are women and children in our community made vulnerable by the actions and choices of unhealthy and selfish men.  I am not saying that all men are unhealthy or selfish. I am deeply grateful for the men in my life who cherish their partners and protect, not harm, their women and children.  But the women who are hurt emotionally, psychologically with or without physical violence by their intimate partners need our support and encouragement. 
     One to help them see that they are indeed living with dominance, tyranny and oppression in their homes.  Two to help aid them in their relationship, to find ways of building autonomy and freedom in their daily lives. Three to support them to leave if and when they are ready.  I have to say that it's not only men who can be unhealthy and selfish and harm their families, but they tend to be the majority in numbers and men have more power in our historically patriarchal American society.  Men who use children as tools for control.  Men who leave women without their fair share of martial or familial resources make the children more vulnerable. When you leave a women to struggle to make ends meet, you leave your children more vulnerable.
     I have a friend whose husband during the divorce lived in the family home, causing his children to live elsewhere. And when the family home was finally awarded to the mother and children they moved back in only to receive notice the mortgage hadn't been paid and the house was in foreclosure.  What was that father thinking?  I have another friend whose home was purchased with her family's inheritance she received because she has a chronic illness and cannot study or work, and in divorce proceedings the husband is asking for half of the value of the house. Leaving his children vulnerable because the mother will be more vulnerable.
     It's my experience that our community does not speak to these men. They don't show them how selfish these acts are, how harmful they are for their children or ask them to step up and be a mature and responsible father and ensure the safety and security of their children through the safety and security of the mother of their children.
     In my own path, I also gave up a home, to leave my marriage. But for me the lack of consideration and obligation was even more injurious when it was time for me to return to school.  My youngest daughter was starting kindergarten and I began to take classes part-time. When I needed help scheduling their visits with their father around my class and homework schedule, there was no cooperation.  When the kids were sick and I needed help so I could go to class.  There was no sense of reciprocity. I had helped him become a doctor. For 8 years of my life I cared for our children so he could go to school. He never missed a class or a shift at the hospital because one of his kids was sick. But when it was time for me to go to school post-divorce, there was no awareness of the debt he owed me.   To my knowledge no one has called him on this.  No one has pointed out to him the lack of consideration he has for the well-being of his daughters.
     My belief is we cannot achieve world peace if we cannot build peace in our homes, our families, and our daily lives.  If you know of a woman in the middle of divorce, divorced or parenting as a single parent, reach out to her. Encourage her. Take her out for coffee.  Or bring by a meal, so she can take a break from planning, cooking, cleaning and storing a dinner.  Pick up the kids to take them to the park. Or to the museum! (You know my passion for museums). And if you are really brave take out the father for coffee and ask him what's going on and how is he ensuring the well-being of his children. 
      Art.  Activism.  Building strong and healthy homes and communities will create more peace in the world. 

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

I heART Art, Part One

     I spent two days surrounded by art.  The first was at the SAM downtown and the second was my first visit to the Seattle Asian Art Museum at Volunteer Park.  Art is my passion.  My elixir of life.  When I spend time with art, the fire of my soul burns brighter.  My inner battery recharges. There is something about looking at a piece of art and looking for the message the artist is sending out. I always want to know the life of the artist, what journey did they travel.
   The Miro exhibit, the Experience of Seeing is focused on Joan Miro (pronounced like Juan),
his late works, 1963-1981.  On my first walk through of this exhibit with my daughter's 7th grade class in early March 2014, I was quite lost. The very strange looking bronze sculptures looked like junk on first glance, chuckles. His huge paintings are abstract and very simple looking.  I knew nothing about him or his career.  
     Looking over a timeline of his life, I began to get a picture of who Miro is.  Born in 1893 in Barcelona in the region of Catalonia in Spain.  Living through World War I and the taking over of his country by a tyrannical dictator, Franco in 1939.  He is a contemporary of Picasso. Knowing the little I know about classic paintings, I could immediately see how unique Miro's paintings were. On a tour with the 7th graders, I learned more about the symbols Miro uses. How a teardrop stands for woman.  There are a LOT of tear drops in his work!! Chuckles. His use of primary colors is strong in symbolism, blue representing the soul.  Today this very abstract art doesn't raise an eyebrow but I can only imagine what people thought in the early days of his career.
     In the catalog for this exhibit I read about how Miro and his peers protested against the Franco regime.  It inspired in me great admiration.  To put your life on the line to stand up against injustice when people were being arrested and killed for political opposition.  Over Spring break, during my second visit to Miro a tour with amazing docent Marilyn taught me more about the lost wax process of bronze casting.  Miro collected objects on his walks and began to build sculptures out of them.  The sculpture would be cast and then a bronze sculpture would be created.  Again teardrops are seen throughout. Yes!  He loves women. Chuckles. 
     I want to talk about two sculptures first is the Warrior King, a spoon acts as an arm or as scepter.  A battered piece of wood makes up the body.  We are asked to caption this piece in a contest to win a trip to Spain (enter by April 15, 2014 on the SAM's Facebook page). The warrior kings I know are Chief Seattle, Chief Joseph, Crazy Horse and Geronimo.  I don't know what Miro was saying with his Warrior King, but to me it reminded me of the honorable warriors who protected their people, whose stories of heroism inspire me today. To be brave and courageous, to stand up for justice and for those who cannot defend themselves.
     The second is titled Bull's Head.  Marilyn, the amazing docent, shared how scary this piece looked to her.  It looks like a Monster out of Monster's Inc. A creature hiding in the closet waiting to make us scream. A horn sticks out prominently big fangs look like they will dig deep.  Marilyn shared this piece was made in 1970 in response to Franco's order of the death of 6 political opponents.   I was born in 1973. Franco dies in 1975 freeing Spain after 36 years of being held hostage by a tyrant.  I don't know where I have been all my education, did I just not understand what the World Wars were about?  Was I too young?  Was I too sheltered by the luxury of being born in America? Were the lessons watered down so I didn't quite understand the oppression so many people lived through for decades?  1975!  Isn't this the disco party decade here in the USA?  To think Spain was in a choke hold without political freedom 40 years ago. To think how many nations today are still living without the freedom of speech, the freedom to elect their leaders.


  Miro's courage inspires me to speak up to say the hard things that need to be said today. 

Don't forget to like the SAM on Facebook and enter to win a trip to Spain by captioning one of his works.