'Head to Toe' Mixes Education, Fun
There may be no better outcome for a museum exhibition than being at once instructive and entertaining. One such is the Los Angeles County Museum of Art's 60-odd-work charmer "From Head to Toe: Concepts of the Body in Twentieth Century Art."
You get the idea from the very first grouping. It contrasts a classic work of high theoretical seriousness, Picasso's 1908 Cubist "Head of a Woman," with Alexandra Exter's 1926 "Evening Dress"--a male puppet who looks pretty tipsy.
Such juxtapositions of the transcendent and the absurd reveal that Modernist artists played down simple observation of the figure in favor of ideas. Our art has been achieved less as an exercise of sheer skill and more as an act of intelligence--both rational and intuitive. Using art to express concepts is one thing when the subject is, say, landscape or still life. It takes a more intimate twist when applied to the human body.
All of us, after all, have one. We're very attached. Thus, when artists mess around with the way we look, folks are liable to take it personally. That's probably why a group of adolescent students in the gallery during my tour repeatedly emitted large belly-laughs. They appeared to appreciate expressions of both the wonder and the weirdness of the corporeal container that never ceases to cause us so much anguish and delight.
The kids seemed to get a particular kick out of Jasper John's "High School Days." It's the visual embodiment of an old joke about the guy who glued a little mirror to the toe of his shoe so he could see up the girls' skirts.
They also seemed keen on Ed Kienholz's 1960 evocation of a shy hooker, "A Lady Named Zoa." Another bizarre installation that tickled us all was Rona Pondick's recent "Jacks." It's a kind of sandbox full of aluminum-cast dentures that look like both succubae and crabs.
An edge of eroticism is inevitable in depictions of the figure. Robert Mapplethorpe's and George Platt Lynes' photographs are frankly homoerotic and inescapably beautiful. Edward Weston tried to universalize the libidinous drive by finding the same rhythms in nudes, sand dunes and bell peppers. Harry Callahan's diptych of his wife, Eleanor, is a rumination on the link between tenderness and arousal. The late L.A. Beat Generation photographer Edmund Teske nailed the pathos of flaming romanticism. An exhibition can do worse than remind us of the biological hard-wire that conjoins the creative and procreative.
