Sunday, 30 April 2023

Labyrinth: Knossos, Myth and Reality (Ashmolean, April 2023)

Theseus and the Minotaur: Roman copies of Greek originals, National Archaeological Museum, Athens (although you won't find Theseus in this exhibition) 

“Labyrinth” is a good word to describe this exhibition. For anyone like me, coming to Knossos for the first time, the exhibition does not clarify much. By the end of the exhibition, just three or four rooms, I felt more in a muddle about Knossos than when I started. Now I have bought the guide, and I am reading the Wikipedia entry, and I hope to have a better idea of the subject at some point. But I don’t expect exhibitions to push me back to the literature to try to establish what was going on. The exhibition lacked: 

  • a chronology of main events 
  • a comparison of how Minoan civilization related to other ancient societies such as ancient Athens or Egypt 
  • a full assessment of what Arthur Evans did at the site that was controversial, and how archaeologists might do things differently today 
  • detail about many of the locations and objects. 
For example, the throne room of the palace is the subject of many debates, but these were barely mentioned in the exhibition. This was a show that left you wanting more. You could say the exhibition was trying to cover too much, but it wasted some of the resources it had. There was a looping video that purported to be an account by curators to manage collections, but that seemed so tendentious that I skipped it. It was by Elisabeth Price, and is listed in the Exhibition catalogue but without any description. There was a video of the computer game Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey, but no explanation of why this might be relevant to the myth of Knossos (apart from it being set in a mythical palace resembling the Minoan city). All in all, this was a paradox: an exhibition about a topic that the Ashmolean could cover better than any other institution (given that Arthur Evans was keeper at the Ashmolean for many years, and many of the notes from the excavation are held by the Ashmolean. Yet the exhibition left you wanting more information. Perhaps what was lacking was an overall theme. Was this the story of Arthur Evans? Was it the story of Knossos? Was it the fascinating of a myth (the bull and the labyrinth) even in the modern world? Was it a comparison of how archaeological techniques have changed in the last 125 years? The combination of all these simply caused confusion. 

The Exhibition Catalogue 

I didn’t find the catalogue very helpful. It begins with an irrelevant paragraph about Arthur Evans as Ashmolean director, rather than excavator of Knossos, and then goes on to state “hundreds of thousands of visitors … [will] know Knossos as the location of the Labyrinth” [introduction, page 16]. Is this established? Was Knossos really the site of labyrinth? I thought this was by no means certain. The next section of the guide, “Introducing Knossos” begins with a chapter on the conservation of the site – what happened to the background and overview of Minoan civilization? We have to piece together for ourselves that Evans studied one small part of Knossos pre-history. None of the essays in this section introduce Minoan Knossos; they are all about conservation and museology (despite the Ashmolean’s director asserting on page 7 that “museum organisation and management … is not the stuff of exhibitions” – it certainly seems to be more important in this catalogue than anything telling you what Minoan civilization was. Typical of the catalogue is the statement: Regardless of the various interpretive approaches followed over the course of time [ref 34], the material remains of the Minoan world and the masterpieces of its art continue to enchant and fascinate all who visit. [Catalogue, p33] Quite what the “interpretive approaches” might be are relegated to a footnote – not worth discussing here, clearly. Even the depictions of the Minotaur cause confusion. Picasso’s etching La Minotauromachie “seems to represent the artist’s own inner turmoil” - what is meant by this? Later, the description of the impressive sculpture of the Minotaur, by Despina Ignatiadou, from the National Archaeological Museum in Athens, replicates word for word her own text on the NAM website. However, on the NAM website, both the Minotaur and Theseus are illustrated, while in this exhibition, the text refers to both figures, but there is an illustration of only one.

Saturday, 29 April 2023

Mr Deeds goes to Town (1936)

 


Deeds held high by his many supporters


Watching this film struck a note of horror in my brain. I’ve always been wary of Hollywood populism, but this film, which seemed almost to replicate scenes of the storming of Congress following the Trump defeat, made me feel very uneasy indeed.

I have complaints about the film as film, and about the story. Let’s begin with the story:

  • We are expected to believe that a small-town poet can outsmart the best legal brains in America simply by the conviction that he is right. Longfellow Deeds (Gary Cooper) embodies the American values most praised by Hollywood: simple, unsophisticated, uncultured, belief in instinct rather than reason, belief in fists rather than argument. In other words, “right” overcomes “might”.
  • At the same time, the simpleton Deeds has to demonstrate to that he can size people up w
  • A lawyer claiming to represent the common-law wife of the deceased is literally sent kicking; yet Deeds accepts at face value hundreds of people waiting at his front door in the expectation that he will give them a hand-out. There is no suggestion that Deeds might want to take advice before he gives his fortune away. There is no suggestion that those requesting funds might not really be in need. No, under the film’s populist ethos, if Deeds thinks they are honest, they are honest.

·       There is a revealing scene where Deeds is elected chair of the opera company. When he learns they have a deficit, he says they should trade so as to make a profit. He doesn’t have any time for the argument that opera is the kind of cultural activity that requires some kind of financial support to survive. Funny that small-town Deeds nevertheless has a very clear attachment to American capitalism, as if there were no subsidies in the United States. The Metropolitan Opera, by the way, has more than half its funding via private donations. No doubt if Deeds were running the Met he would increase ticket prices further.  

And now for my comments on the film:

·       Gary Cooper looked far too intelligent to be playing this role James Stewart could have done it better.

·       A film that is supposed to be screamingly funny had some surprisingly dull moments. The courtroom scene at the end dragged, unsurprisingly, since the leading actor said nothing for almost the entire duration of the scene.

·       We are expected to believe, for the resolution of the plot, that Longfellow Deeds overcomes his abhorrence for the reporter Babe Bennett (Jean Arthur) who has shamelessly exploited him and made money from his behaviour. A few days later, he marries the very same reporter.

·       The story of Babe Bennett is so full of holes it is impossible to believe. She appears as a homeless down-and-out in front of Longfellow Deeds, who looks after her. 24 hours later she is revealed to be a stenographer in a steady job, and a few hours after that Deeds visits her house and her ‘sister’. None of this tallies with her purported background as related to Deeds.

·       It’s never clear how Deeds got his money in the first place. He doesn’t appear to do much other than write poor poems and play tuba in the local town band. Perhaps, like Trump, he inherited money, which enabled him not to have to worry about earning a living.

·       The film is full of inconsistencies. Deeds is adamant that nobody should bend down to help him put on his trousers – a very egalitarian idea. But Deeds subsequently has no problems being waited on by not one but two servants. Not so egalitarian, then.


Overall, Mr Deeds goes to Town demonstrated the truth of Gramsci’s idea of hegemony: that the United States produces more powerful propaganda in defence of its system than repressive states where any dissent is punished. To think, people paid to watch this film! To be honest, I watched the film for free on YouTube, via an excellent copy that had been restored thanks to some funding, something we all benefitted from. 


Saturday, 11 March 2023

Steve Jones, Darwin's Island


This book proved to be an ideal follow-up to reading Darwin’s Voyage of the Beagle. It covers the research Darwin carried out after he returned after five years on the expedition: he never left the UK again. Jones seems to have read all of Darwin’s many other books, including, it would appear, his several books on barnacles. To have an expert on present-day genetics taking Darwin’s work seriously and describing its relevance – what’s not to like? 

It was an interesting idea to base this book, not about the Origin or Voyage of the Beagle, but on the Darwin books that most people haven’t read: the books Darwin wrote about biology from his back garden, no fewer than eleven titles (and some of them in multiple volumes). Darwin could never be accused o not being sufficiently productive.   

It turns out I am reading the fourth book in a series by Jones. The first was Almost Like a Whale (1999), a modern retelling of The Origin of Species, followed by Y: The Descent of Men (2002), based on Descent of Man (1871). The third volume was Coral: A Pessimist In Paradise (2008), describing Darwin's work on coral reefs. 

As you can see from the titles of Jones’ other books, descriptive titles are not his speciality. What does this book cover? The serendipitous chapter titles mean we have to guess what each chapter is about. For the assistance of future readers, here is my look-up table for the chapter headings – giving a further indication of Darwin’s vast range of interests:

Chapter One

The Queen’s Orang-Utan

The Descent of Man

Two

The Green Tyrannosaurs

Insectivorous Plants

Three

Shock and Awe

The Expression of the Emotions in Man and other Animals

Four

The Triumph of the Well-bred

Orchids and The Effects of Cross and Self- fertilisation the Vegetable Kingdom

The Different Forms of Flowers

Five

The Domestic Ape

The Variation of Animals and Plants under Domestication

 

Six

The Thinking Plant

The Movement  … of Climbing Plants (1875), The Power of Movement in Plants (1880) [covering hops and other climbing plants]

Seven

A Perfect Fowl

Books on Barnacles (four volumes)

Eight

Where the Bee sniffs

Orchids (1862)

Nine

The Worms Crawl In

The Formation of Vegetable Mould


Clearly Jones has fluency as a writer. I got the impression this book could have been twice as long without the author drawing breath. Many of the insights were startling and fascinating. Yet, although the book was a terrifically entertaining read, it had limitations. Firstly, the book contained no references. Secondly, and linked to the first, it makes some assertions that even to my less-scientific mind look very questionable. And without references, I am forced to challenge what Mr Jones states. In fact, some of the things he says are so alarming that I would not reprint the book as it stands. 

These assertions typically appear when Jones brings his argument up to the present day.  For example, describing present-day Kent, formerly a centre of oyster and salmon fishing: 

Bucolic pursuits have been replaced by that invaluable product, “services”, which account for three-quarters of the country’s contribution to the nation’s wealth … The flow of people, power and cash has carved up the county’s landscape with motorways, rail links and webs of power lines.” [p299] 

Where did all this come from? What does it have to do with evolution? Is Jones a closet rural-England protector? Why complain about services, when they represent such a large proportion of the UK’s wealth? 

At several points in the book, the author’s casual tone makes it not quite clear what he is intending – and I don’t like some of the implications. For example, on page 137: 

For both plants and animals, sex usually involves another party. Almost always, he or she must choose … from a pool of potential mates. This calls for hard decisions. Some are obvious: whites tend to marry whites, and blacks, black…All this means that for any man or woman the number of possible partners is far smaller than it might be. 

Is Jones saying (I hope not) that for whites to marry blacks is not possible? I don’t think he means that, but that is what his phrasing implies. Other infelicitous phrasing includes:

The belief that the children of cousins are bound to be unfit … still fuels a jaundiced view of the joys of sex within the household. [p119] 

I find this kind of misplaced humour very uncomfortable. Is he suggesting as a good Darwinian that incest is not advisable on biological grounds? Or is he dismissing the incest taboo as a kind of harmless social prejudice?

It is where Jones brings the argument up to the present day that I feel most uncomfortable. 

Minor issues

Firstly, inevitably, the book is already out of date. Although Jones writes perceptively about the obesity crisis in the West, in other areas he seems to be curiously unaware. 

For the most part, Jones writes fluently, but I noticed what looked like a reach for the thesaurus, for example referring to Darwin as a savant: “The savant’s attraction to earthworms ‘[p264]. 

So, in conclusion, a great read, particularly the chapters on earthworms and on insectivorous plants, but at its weakest when the argument is extended to present-day humanity.  

 

 

 


Monday, 6 March 2023

Sussex Landscape at Pallant House (March 2023)

 

Eric Ravilious, Chalk Paths, 1935

What a brilliant idea to assemble an exhibition of Sussex-related works of art, particularly in a Sussex gallery. There have been exhibitions of individual Sussex artists, but, the Pallant would have us believe, there doesn’t seem ever to have been a show about Sussex landscape art. 

For me, in practice, Sussex art means the Sussex landscape, and specifically, the South Downs, and the floodplains, both of which appear from this exhibition to have been celebrated for the most part from the end of the 19th century. There is no particular Sussex type of individual, no school of Sussex painters, as there was a Norwich school. You cannot imagine an exhibition of, say, Cambridgeshire landscape. While there are a few works in this show with a building or person as the main focus, the focus in this show is, quite rightly, on that amazing Downs scenery: the haunting lines of trackways, and the meandering rivers, and the cliffs. It’s all slightly unreal, to someone who does not live in Sussex; there are even, as you travel along railway line going back to London,  what appear to be castles in the landscape (Amberley), and meandering river channels along the flood plains. 

Now, while I love the Downs landscapes of Ravilious, I become perhaps greedy. I want to know more about it: why is this landscape so stark? It appears to show little sign of intensive agriculture, although the Downs landscape is apparently the result of intensive sheep grazing over centuries. Human created it may be, but it looks much more natural than the intensive cultivation of fields below the hills. Where buildings are shown, they are typically flint, as if a flint building somehow represents this natural landscape more than, say, brick or more elegantly cut stone. There is an essay on flint in the catalogue. 

Learning more about the Sussex landscape

There is one map of Sussex, a wartime piece by Women’s Institutes, which perhaps inadvertently reveals more about the landscape than the exhibition intends. The map celebrates the increase in agricultural land during World War II – without revealing that this resulted in the destruction of much of the grass landscape. Nothing else in the exhibition seems to celebrate agriculture. Sheep, where they appear, are simply background objects in the landscape. There is a pull towards tradition, which is revealed in the catalogue, for example quoting poor poems by Hilaire Belloc and Rudyard Kipling.

Constable, Cornfield near Brighton (engraving)

What seems to be remarkable is that capturing the specific quality of the Sussex landscape seems to have emerged so late. The curators provide the evidence, although they don’t seem to notice what they provide There is almost no indication of any specific attention paid to the Sussex landscape before about 1900. Although the exhibition includes token works by Turner, Blake and Constable, only Constable could be said to have responded specifically to the Sussex landscape. Turner at Petworth, and his view of the Chichester Canal, is not distinctively a Sussex view – Turner outrageously puts the sun in the wrong place in his depiction of Chichester Canal, and doesn’t appear to notice the South Downs. Apart from Constable, who created a few sketches on Brighton Downs, the first artist in this show to capture the bare outlines of the Downs seems to have been William Nicholson. 

William Nicholson, Cliffs at Rottingdean, 1910

Nonetheless, the show, attempting to be include as many Sussex artists as they can find, find space for painters such as Robert Bevan, a fine painter, certainly born in Sussex, but showing little evidence of the local landscape. Other outliers that have little connection with the theme are some of the surrealist works (Nash is the exception here, managing to create surrealist-tinged works with some awareness of the haunting quality of Sussex landscape). There is a nude photo by Bill Brandt, which has nothing to do with the theme. Many of the woodcuts seem to be more about woodcut-land than specifically about Sussex. Sadly, to my untrained eye, many woodcut landscapes end up looking like each other. 

Preserving the environment

The exhibition dutifully nods to the need to preserve the landscape, but the handful of contemporary works in the exhibition don’t really say a lot for protecting the landscape. Andy Goldsworthy includes a few flint pieces, with white stripes on them to denote chalk, and these rough stones do suggest the raw quality of the chalk and flint landscape – although they would be better without any intervention. Sadly, the piece of assembled discarded field fencing does not  suggest Sussex at all. 

What, then, are the highlights of this show? Too many to show here. For me, and probably for many others, it is the Ravilious Chalk Paths, 1935; the John Piper Beach and Star Fish, Robert Tavener’s Cuckmere Valley, 1966, and Jeremy Gardner’s Solar, Seven Sisters, 2019. But to sum up the exhibition in a single image, it has to be Edwin Smith’s photo of flint buildings and walls, 1961. 

Edwin Smith, Peggy Angus' House, 1961





Thursday, 2 March 2023

Islanders, Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge

 


The exhibition starts with a boat: a stunning bronze model from around 1000 BCE, found in Sardinia. Does the catalogue help? “The side columns and the central mast probably represent stylized versions of Nuragic towers … the boat is a powerful reminder that the characteristic Nuragic structures were not only visible throughout the island but also a powerful cultural symbol”. Here is a reference to the best-known prehistoric remains from Sardinia, the temple-like nuraghei, but the assumption seems to be that you knew what these were already. And if you look them up, the Nuraghi don’t look like this boat. The curator’s introduction states “[this boat] provides a unique example of the importance of the seafaring, trade and communication that the large islands of the Mediterranean developed in the Bronze Age and beyond, and the way these practices are symbolically reflected in the creation of material culture.” The boat certainly looks unique, but I don’t think the description captures the sheer magic of the object. And how is it unique? It’s not the only prehistoric representation of a boat. But it does have the features of a mythical creature, and that might be worth exploring. 

Sadly, the exhibition doesn’t go in that direction. The catalogue refers to a documentary, asking people on the Greek island  of Siphnos about what it means to be an islander (although there is nothing from Siphnos in this show).   

That seems to sum up the exhibition as a whole. Islanders was an enjoyable, well displayed, but one that raised more questions than answers. To be honest, my knowledge of which of the ancient civilizations of Sardinia, Crete and Cyprus came first is not very secure – and it’s no better after this exhibition. The display was thematic, and although many of the pieces were exquisite or tantalising, or both, the exhibition didn’t set out to place all these pieces in context. 

So, for example, in the exhibition itself there was a timeline – but only of fragments of pottery, not for the exhibition as a whole. There was nothing to tell you when each civilization started or ended. It was revealing, after leaving the exhibition, to visit the Fitzwilliam Cyprus gallery, just a few hundred metres from this exhibition, and from which several of the exhibition objects had been removed, to find that the captions in the museum’s permanent collection were more informative, with helpful panels outlining the major phases of Cypriot prehistory. It would have been very simple to replicate that information in the exhibition.


So many questions left unanswered! Why these three Mediterranean islands, Sardinia, Crete and Cyprus, and not others? Why not Sicily, in the middle of them? There was, most likely a project that led to this exhibition, but it wasn’t apparent to me from looking around the exhibition what the project involved. The Fitzwilliam website page for this exhibition stated: “Both the exhibition and research project, together with corresponding public engagement actions and outputs, aim to elucidate what defines island identities in the Mediterranean.” Well, there’s precious little sign of that in this exhibition. 

Is this show about artistic quality, or about the civilizations involved? If the show is archaeological, it could of course be a bit of both, but the purpose, at least, should be stated. The catalogue contains entries for less than a  third of the objects in the exhibition, as far as I can see. 

Is the show about the interaction of islands? I remember a wonderful book, Art of the Islands: Celtic, Pictish, Anglo–Saxon and Viking Visual Culture, c.450–1050, by Michelle Brown, which pulled together art of the period that is usually treated separately. So much of the art was in common between England, Scotland, Ireland, and Scandinavia, that it made sense to look at the art together. Was the same technique applied to this show, and, specifically, to Sardinia? I seem to remember a caption that stated although there were plenty of objects found in Sardinia that had clearly been traded from other islands in the Mediterranean, there was little evidence of genuine mingling of cultures. 

The exhibition was unequal in coverage. It looked to me as if the majority of objects were from Cyprus, which matched the substantial holdings in the Fitzwilliam of Cypriot art, with less from Sardinia, and I noticed very little art from Crete. Of the objects illustrated in the catalogue, 31 were found in Cyprus, 14 in Sardinia, and 11 in Crete. The larger pieces tended to be from Cyprus, so these objects were more noticeable. The exhibition was in no way a rounded coverage of any of these islands’ prehistory. 

When I turned to the catalogue, the essays included one about “compost … a tool and a philosophical instrument that functions like an open-format performative lens toward knowledge production that shakes up pre-established, anthropocentric hierarchies and undermines language as a preconceived form of signification and, therefore, power.” This text precedes a timeline, which I finally discovered buried in the catalogue after all the essays. However, this timeline equates common names such as “Bronze Age” as the same for each of the three islands, even though it states that the Bronze Age began in 3000 BCE for Crete, in 1800 BCE for Sardinia, and 2500 BCE for Cyprus. Not, in other words, very helpful. 

Finally, and unexplained, there were ravishing colour photos on the walls of the rooms showing Mediterranean views. They were enough to make you want to book your holiday immediately, but they appeared to have little connection with the exhibition. I thought these photos were just to set the scene (it wasn’t even clear what the photos were about  - one caption listing all the photos appears just before the exit), like the sea sounds you could hear as you entered the exhibition.   

So I am left with memories of several strange, evocative figures. What were they for? What did they represent? These are the things that will remain with me; not the compost. 





Tuesday, 28 February 2023

Cezanne at the Tate Modern

 

Mont Ste-Victoire (Philadelphia)

I left this exhibition more confused by Cezanne than when I went in. Here is an artist who, by reputation, is central to the development of modern art. Although born in 1839, Cezanne was revered by several of the most significant painters of the 20th century, including Matisse. I was expecting to be bowled over; but I felt what I was looking at was a handful of great works, alongside a lot of unsatisfactory pieces. 

But I have to say I wouldn’t, on the basis of this show, call Cezanne a master. Throughout his career, he created poor paintings. He did not appear ever to master drawing the human figure, and he never mastered the ability to create a flattering portrait. The images of his family members would not, I think, win him any prizes. Critics call his work classical (for example, Meyer Schapiro), but I see no evidence of classical drawing or composition in his works. When he paints bathers, he includes (for the men) their underpants, which are less than flattering. He was, according to the catalogue, so shy that he never hired any models but painted from photographs and from the antique (although there is little sign of it). For many years, he tried his best not to reveal to his father that he had a long-term partner and child. His very early works are surprising for their amateurish depictions of wild events, looking very much like the fantasies of an adolescent. Most artists would be grateful for such works to be forgotten – yet some of Cezanne’s late works show this wild streak re-emerging.

An early painting, Dejeuner sur l'herbe, no less

The exhibition was thematic rather than chronological, so we were presented with a room full of views of St Estaque, then a room of bathers. Presented in this way, the many treatments of the same theme were not so inspiring. I almost thought that if you try 25 treatments of the same theme, then one or two of them will be successful. It certainly brought out the way that, once Cezanne had fixed on a style, he stuck with it. His palette of strong colours   - a deep orange/red for the land, bright blue for the sea – varied little through his career. 

Example of Cezanne's drawing skills

What is astonishing is how this painter, who couldn’t draw, could create a handful of stunning images where the landscape, and the bodies, appear to become part of the landscape; an uncanny achievement, alongside so many mundane images:

The Bathers (National Gallery)

But for each masterpiece, there are several pictures where the drawing is poor, the composition is poor, and the result is embarrassing. Is this the work of the same painter?

Five Bathers

The bathers bring to mind the example of Picasso: Cezanne has none of the effortless skill of Picasso, who could in a few lines suggest classical form – or cubist analysis, as he chose. 

Of course, if you want to see Cezanne as a precursor of cubism, there are several views of Mt Ste-Victoire, some of them magnificent. Among them are some where the landscape is so familiar that Cezanne seems to say “you know what I am depicting, I only need to suggest it” – and proceeds almost (but not quite) to abandon representation. Nonetheless, none of his works can be called abstract. 

Cezanne the artist is not helped by the critical apparatus around the works on display. The captions read more like hagiography than criticism. One caption described how Cezanne created an outline, and then added the colour “one brushstroke at a time”. It  is difficult to imagine any artist proceeding otherwise. Contemporary artists seem to have been invited to comment on Cezanne’s work, and many of their comments seem utterly irrelevant. One comment, placed alongside a picture of trees in an unmanaged landscape, begins “I wonder what this landscape would have looked like to us without colonisation?” Unfortunately, the curators are equally guilty of attempting to demonstrate Cezanne’s liberal credentials by displaying just three works: “In Scipio we look at the possible influence of abolitionism on Cezanne, while The Eternal Feminine addresses imagery from the popular press, and The Conversation subtly hints at Cezanne’s political views”. It’s all so pat; I would want far more evidence of Cezanne’s attitudes to be convinced by any of this. The curators seem to believe that credibility about the works is demonstrated by the picture having been owned by a later painter: Cezanne is “the artist’s artist”. So captions frequently state “owned by Picasso”, or “owned by Henry Moore”. 

Certainly this was an exhibition worth seeing; but my view remains that Cezanne is a very uneven painter. He might have changed the course of art history, but he was anything but a painter of effortless talent. 


Friday, 24 February 2023

The Cambridge Museum of Classical Archaeology

 

The Museum of Classical Archaeology: almost as crowded as a store room

Why is the Cast collection at Cambridge called the Museum of Classical Archaeology? That seems the first confusion as you enter the building. One thing you will notice when you enter, is that this is not a place for euphemism: let’s call a cast a cast. It doesn’t look like an archaeological museum: there is not a trowel in site, and this collection was created for students of art history. Not one of the objects on display was ever excavated. No, they are all copies, and let’s not be coy about it  - and the truth is, it doesn’t make any difference. Surrounded as you are by the proliferation of representations of the nude human body in this relatively small space compels you to think about what it all means. 

How can a gallery of copies can have such a powerful effect. Of all the artistic genres, landscapes, still lifes, abstract canvases, even portraits are all very fine, but they simply don’t have the impact of representations of the naked human form. Most, if not all, of the works on show here are studies of the human body, and mostly naked. And not just any old body: the majority of the studies are of idealized male and female nudes, displayed at or near life size, and in close proximity to the viewer. As a visitor, I found myself turning away from one naked figure to find myself facing the genitals of another one. The experience is quite overwhelming. Was it the same for the first audience for these sculptures? John Boardman, in his Greek Sculpture (1985), blithely states that the ancient Greeks were used to it, that it had no special significance: “in Greek art … the nude could carry no special “artistic” connotation, nor could it  exclusively designate a special class, such as hero or god.” [p238]. Well, I simply don’t believe it. It certainly has an effect for us today; we still don’t believe (with some few exceptions) in nudity in the media, on beaches, or in public. 

One of the Tyrant Slayers, Roman copy of a lost Greek original

Of course, as Caroline Vout, director of the Museum, points out, in her in her Classical Art: A Life History for Antiquity to the Present (2018), our present-day thinking about these works is very much a construct of our modern attitudes. But to create a historiography of Greek art is hardly a novelty. Take any major historical or cultural event or individual, and you can trace dramatic changes in attitudes over time. What the French Revolution means to us has varied in the 250 years or so since the event, and continues to change. What makes the Cambridge Museum of Classical Archaeology particularly interesting is that it presents the case for Classical art, as it were, full on. Much more vividly than, say, the Fitzwilliam Museum or other art gallery, it proudly presents just one group of objects and demands that you respond to that sole genre: “what do you think of all this?” In that sense, it doesn’t matter that this is a museum full of copies. The “originals”, as Vout points out, were often not themselves the originals. We all know about how most of what we call Greek sculpture is a Roman copy of a lost original, but Vout discovers even more. She points out that the two life-size sculptures known as the Tyrannicides, themselves Roman copies of Greek originals, are actually copies of another Greek original. It’s like a Russian doll  - as you examine it closely, you find there is another one beneath, and another, and another. None of them has a claim to be the original. But what does that matter? I was in Athens at the National Museum a few months ago, and the impression of the originals was very like the impression of these copies I saw this week. Our human response, in other words, is not attuned to originals versus copies. In fact, as far as bodies go, we can celebrate beautiful bodies, and any number of them. 

As many people have pointed out, the astonishing thing about Greek art is that the sculpture in front of us may have lost a limb or two, or even, sometimes, the head, and yet we respond to its power. The body alone is capable of conveying meaning. The Belvedere Torso is a case in point: 


Belvedere Torso, Rome, Vatican Museums

So, we have established that this is not the art of individual facial expressions – the faces of the men and women are not, for the most part, the memorable part of the object (the faces are idealized, except for some Roman portrait sculpture, which probably achieves its immediacy by using death masks of the subject). No, the Cast museum is for the most part an art of idealized, generalized bodies. 

What kind of bodies? Going back to Kenneth Clark’s famous distinction between the naked and the nude: 

The English language, with its elaborate generosity, distinguishes between the naked and the nude. To be naked is to be deprived of our clothes, and the word implies some of the embarrassment most of us feel in that condition. The word "nude," on the other hand, carries, in educated usage, no uncomfortable overtone. The vague image it projects into the mind is not of a huddled and defenceless body, but of a balanced, prosperous, and confident body: the body re-formed. [Clark, The Nude, 1956] 

That reads like an attitude from that last century; and while the name of Winckelmann crops up in many discussions about Classic art, he was in turn limited to his 18th-century idea of the beautiful, and we today we have no difficulty in dismissing most drama of the Enlightenment era as insufferably sentimental, while retaining our admiration for other forms of 18th-century literature. Yet, surprisingly, Winckelmann has a much more visceral response to these ideal nudes.

Apollo Belvedere

In gazing upon this masterpiece of art, I forget all else, and I myself adopt an elevated stance, in order to be worthy of gazing upon it. My chest seems to expand with veneration and to heave like those I have seen swollen as if by the spirit of prophecy, and I feel myself transported to Delos and to the Lycian groves, places Apollo honoured with his presence—for my figure seems to take on life and movement, like Pygmalion’s beauty. [Winckelmann, The History of the Art of Antiquity, p332]

This is a very sensuous description, and much more revealing than Clark’s rather frigid response. The Classical nude was frequently nothing if not erotic. 

Kenneth Clark, in his The Nude (1956), apologises for covering both classical and post-classical art when he is not  a specialist in both. I’m a specialist in neither, but the Cambridge MCA seems to present in concise form some of the key principles of Western art history. For many centuries this represented the ideal of beauty, and still today, the muscular male nudes look remarkably like the desirable (to some) but very atypical males that appear in some gay magazines: exceptionally muscular. There is clearly much sexual stereotyping going on here. 

The art historians carefully present the progress of Classical art from kouros to Hellenistic, but let’s leave that aside for the moment. Can we enter the gallery and view this collection of Classical sculpture without an art historical background? Can we try simply to describe what we see without the assumptions and cultural baggage that we bring with us when we visit an art gallery? It might be useful to try to summarize what this collection comprises, and take advantage of it being a crème de la crème selection from all the major European collections of classical sculpture:

  • Greek art is mostly about the male nude
  • It is an art, for the most part, of the body, rather than the face
  • There appear to be two kinds of male beauty: the muscular hero, like Apollo, and the youthful adolescent type, much less muscular, and often called Narcissus

Narcissus

  • Female nudes are much less common than male nudes. When they occur, they are of two types: a more passive posture than males (the various types of Venus), or the woman of action, such as the Nike of Paionios

Nike, by Paionios

  • The males have genitals displayed, although smaller than in real life. The males usually show evidence of pubic hair, but the females show no hair and have no visible genitalia
  • To my mind the Greek nude, whether male or female, is frequently very erotic; it is not just, as Clark describes, without embarrassment, but nudity celebrated (which hardly ever occurs again until the Renaissance) 

And how does this collection compare with art of later periods or in other regions?

  • Non-Western art only rarely, if ever, celebrates the individual nude figure. 
  • From the Renaissance to the 20th century, the most common nude representation has been the female nude
  • Nonetheless, whether the nude is male or female, the prevailing type in Western art has been, at least until the late 19th century, based on Greek attitudes to the beautiful. 

I can’t claim to have any explanation of this strange set of characteristics. Certainly, it would take a book or two to try to explain them all, but in the meantime, let’s just celebrate that this cast collection has opened its doors and presented the sculptures so we can examine and ponder. There are a lot of questions to answer, but at least those questions are clearly presented in this small building.