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“The Two Graces: Grace Hartigan and Grandma Moses”

Grace Hartigan

“I cannot expect even my own art to provide all of the answers, only to hope that it keeps asking the right questions.”

An Abstract Expressionist who started life in Newark, Grace Hartigan (1922-2008) grew up in Millburn, New Jersey.  Having little formal training as an artist beyond some lessons with Newark-based Abstract Expressionist Issac Lane Muse, she saw works of Henri Matisse in a book and felt inspired to paint. In the circle of Jackson Pollack, Mark Rothko, and Willem de Kooning, who started the US chapter of his life as a house painter in Hoboken, Grace might have resided comfortably in their sphere, but ultimately chose to make her own path.

Grace’s art was immediately successful, giving her the self-assurance to carry on in the primarily male, star-laden New York City art scene of the late 1940’s-1950’s.  A New York Times article described her as “brash,” a quality she would have needed to prevail. Consistent in the Times of NY and LA on Grace’s life is that she did not look primarily to her inner life for inspiration like the other Abstract Expressionists in that era, but responded to, and was inspired by, the world around her.  This world connection was reflected in her paintings in which she gradually added images, an influence of poet and friend Frank O’Hara who combined “high art” and “low art”. The LA Times reported that, endearingly, he wrote several poems for her.

Ironically, by including these images, she became known as the founder of “Pop Art,” a title which she disdained. Nevertheless, as an independent spirit, she appreciated, “I’d much rather be a pioneer of a movement that I hate than the second generation than the second generation of a movement that I love,” noted in The Washington Post. The one “most celebrated of American woman painters,” Life, 1957, her work fell into disfavor by the 1960’s with fellow Abstract Expressionists and art critics and sales of her paintings fell off.

Grace was resilient and, having become more appreciative of art history in the 1950’s, another factor separating her from her Abstract Expressionist peers, became part of the faculty at the Maryland Institute College of Art (MICA) in Baltimore.  She taught and ultimately became director of the Hoffberger School of Painting, created to showcase her talent, and she in turn, worked to raise its cachet as an art school. Of her life as an artist, she reflected in a “World Artist” interview via NY Times, “Now as before it is the vulgar and the vital and the possibility of its transformation into the beautiful which continues to challenge and fascinate me…Or perhaps the subject of my art is life the definition of humor – emotional pain remembered in tranquility.”

In the 1980’s, Grace had the resolve to paint again, expanding her talents to include different mediums that she came to appreciate through art history, printmaking, watercolor, and pointillism.  She had the foresight and generosity to set aside paintings created during her tenure at the Maryland Institute College of Art.  The donated paintings, worth more than $1 million dollars, were to benefit her students when she was no longer able to teach them as described in a MICA article worth visiting via mica.edu.

Many bold quotes are ascribed to this artist who experienced life to the fullest, perhaps most famously, “I didn’t choose painting….It chose me. I didn’t have any talent. I just had genius.” Beyond the sound bites, perhaps the epitaph of her friend Frank O’Hara best reveals Grace, “Grace/to be born and live as variously as possible.”

Her works are online at Artsy.com and there is a great overview of her development as an artist with highlighted works on theartstory.org, which credits her as an influence on Neo-Expressionist artists like Julian Schnabel and David Salle.

The paintings of Grace’s peer Helen Frankenthaler are having a new appreciation this summer as an exhibit at The Clark in Massachusetts and in a Grandma Moses exhibit at the Bennington Museum in Vermont.  Periodically, Grace’s work appears in galleries in New York City and on exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Guggenheim, the Whitney Museum of American Art, the Museum of Modern Art, the Baltimore Museum of Art, the National Gallery of Art, and the Hirschhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden.

A few weeks ago, Artsy.com noted that Grace was a New Jerseyan as well as a New Yorker, which led to more reading about her life.

Wildflowers, Bennington Museum

Grandma Moses, Anna Mary Robertson Moses

“Life is what we make it, always has been and always will be.”

Like Grace Hartigan, folk artist Grandma Moses, her artistic contemporary for a time, was a fellow Modernist who found inspiration in life.  Born as Anna Mary Robertson (1860-1961), she grew up on a farm in Greenwich in Upstate New York, but attended classes in a one-room schoolhouse in nearby Bennington, Vermont. From a large family, economics required that she spend her teen years with another family as a live-in housekeeper, a “hired girl” as noted by Time.  Ultimately, in an extraordinary life path, that schoolhouse became the Bennington Museum which houses the largest collection of her paintings today.

Throughout her life, Anna revealed artistic talent, but her days revolved around taking care of her family and their farm. She and her husband were first tenant farmers in Virginia, worked hard, and then became farm owners in Eagles Nest, New York, not far from where Anna spent her childhood. After her husband died, Anna took up embroidery until her arthritis made it difficult.  Her sister suggested painting, which Anna took up at the age of 76, sometimes switching hands, and it was one of these paintings spotted in a drugstore window by art collector Louis J. Caldor that led her to notoriety.  Considered a “folk artist,” a fluid term a self-taught artist who carries on a tradition (JSTOR.org from University of Chicago archive), Anna became known publicly by her family address, “Grandma Moses”.

Both the American public and the media were taken with Grandma Moses, embraced like a national grandmother, and she was an incredibly popular figure in the 1940’s and ’50’s. Favorite winter scenes that she painted were everywhere across the US, most notably on Christmas cards with sales of an estimated 48 million.  Her illustrated version of Clement Moore’s The Night Before Christmas is still in print, a perennial favorite, its paintings created, inspiringly, at the age of 100. Those paintings are on exhibit at the Bennington Museum in Bennington, Vermont, which is home to the largest collection of her paintings.

Grandma Moses’s charming winter scenes look like happiness defined and are even more delightful viewed in their original form. As the Bennington Museum curators note, Grandma Moses added sugar to the white paint to create snow that sparkled, which initially unmoored art critics. Nonplussed, she carried on with a brilliant result. Her joyful nature is clear in her observations, “Christmas is not just one day” as well as her art, which she described as “daydreams” both in a Time revisiting of her work.

Seeing her art with “fresh eyes” is how the dedicated museum staff will be presenting Grandma Moses’ work as part of “American Modern” from July 1st through November 5th.  The exhibit will place her work alongside that of other Modernists, also peers of Grace Hartigan: Helen Frankenthaler, Andy Warhol, Fernand Leger, Joseph Cornell, Helen Frankenthaler, and folk artists Edward Hicks and Joseph Pickett to appreciate Anna’s talent anew.

The museum, founded by the Bennington Historical Society, 1852, has an array of exhibits to appeal to everyone.  For history buffs, there are vibrant exhibits like the “Battle of Bennington” (the monument is nearby), “Grandma Moses Schoolhouse,” and “Gilded Age Vermont” to renowned Bennington stoneware to fashion & style to photography.  The museum cooperates with nearby Bennington College, and you will also find beautiful works from artists both in the college and local community.

Allow time for the upstairs Church Gallery of Bennington and Vermont history, which was indeed a church and looks like a marvelous attic filled with furniture, inventions, paintings, sculpture, awards, remembrances, and more. These may not be the “marquee” pieces in the extensive museum collection like paintings by William Morris Hunt, born in Brattleboro, but they comprise a treasure trove as the town unfolds in such a moving, wonderful way.

We had a whirlwind visit, having just missed museum hours (open daily 10-5, June through October) on a first try, and look forward to returning.  The grounds are beautiful and include trails.  The cemetery behind the former schoolhouse leads to the modest grave of Robert Frost, more to come on the poet in another, “Symmetry,” a series of blogs that will feature New Jersey cultural and historical connections outside the state. For more information on the Bennington Museum, visit: benningtonmuseum.org.

North American Reciprocal Museum memberships (NARM) with entrée to 924 museums and cultural centers around the world can be purchased in the museum shop or at participating New Jersey museums:

Battleship New Jersey Museum & Memorial
Hunterdon Art Museum, Clinton
Macculloch Hall, Morristown
The Monmouth Art Museum, Lincroft
Monmouth County Historical Association, Freehold
Montclair Art Museum, Montclair
Morris Museum, Morristown
The Newark Museum, Newark
Princeton University Art Museum, Princeton
The Stickley Museum at Craftsman Farm, Morris Plains
Visual Arts Center of New Jersey, Summit
Wheaton Arts and Cultural Center, Millville

For more information on NARM, visit: https://narmassociation.org/

Bennington Museum

“The Two Graces” (Grace Hartigan and Grandma Moses) published on June 23, 2017 on “Writing New Jersey Life” All Rights Reserved @ 2017 Kathleen Helen Levey

“Fashion: Joyce Kilmer”

Campgaw Mountain, Mahwah, New Jersey

A New Brunswick native and world-renowned poet, Joyce Kilmer, 1886-1918, was married to fellow writer and Rutgers University graduate, Aline Murray, and lived happily and sociably with their five children in leafy Mahwah, the “meeting place” in Algonquin. They knew heartache with the grievous illness of one child, which led to their conversion to Roman Catholicism. A family man, he was exempt from duty in World War I, but enlisted, serving in military intelligence. Loyal, he turned down a commission to stay with his regiment, bravely volunteering to scout ahead on behalf of his men in No Man’s Land where he died from a sniper’s bullet at 31.

…critics sometimes dismiss Joyce Kilmer’s work as being too simple or sentimental, but he was a gifted intellectual, a Columbia University graduate who wrote in structured verse at the end of the Romantic Era. He died before modern poetry had found its voice — and he chose joy, which is not always fashionable. A one-time Latin teacher at Morristown High School and a contributor to The New York Times, both his intelligence and work ethic made him highly employable until his poetry became a success. His poems, many replete with New Jersey references, reflected a love of nature and God.  Inspired by looking in his own backyard, the lyric poem “Trees” from Trees and Other Poems (1914) became to American life what the birthday song was to the world, a legacy of celebration:

“Trees”

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who ultimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

The poem was so popular that it was set to music, first by his mother Annie, a composer, and more popularly, in 1922 by another composer and pianist Oscar Rosbach. Princeton native and distinguished Rutgers University graduate, Paul Robeson, using his wonderful phrasing, recorded a popular version in 1938-9.

As we observe the 100th anniversary of the United States’ entry into World War I, we remember the sacrifices of those who served like Joyce Kilmer and their families.  Some were fortunate like our grandfather, a Newark native who was stationed stateside, others returned from overseas irretrievably changed emotionally and physically from trench warfare.  The WWI postcard is from our great-uncle who like Joyce Kilmer was stationed on the Western Front. Our uncle, a beloved brother and son, wrote to his family with great affection on these lifeline postcards.  He suffered from “gas and shell shock” meaning that he inhaled the poisonous gas thrown by enemy forces into the trenches and also suffered the “shock,” what we call PTSD “post traumatic stress disorder” today.  Unlike Joyce Kilmer, our uncle came back home.  He was still a gentle, kind man, but returned to a redefined life, fortunate in that he had family who loved him.

Incredibly, Joyce Kilmer still wrote poetry on the battlefront. Though most was in draft form, ‘A Blue Valentine,” dedicated to his wife Aline, blends faith and romance with the speaker addressing “Right Reverend Bishop Valentinus”:

…It seems appropriate for me to state
According to a venerable and agreeable custom,
That I love a beautiful lady.
Her eyes, Monsignore,
Are so blue that they put lovely little blue reflections
On everything she looks at…
It is like the light coming through blue stained glass,
Yet not quite like it,
For the blueness is not transparent,
Only translucent.
Her soul’s light shines through,
But her soul cannot be seen.

Joyce Kilmer’s legacy was not only his family and his works, but namesake New Jersey schools, the Joyce Kilmer House and a park, both in his New Brunswick hometown, a Bronx park at the Grand Concourse, and a memorial forest in North Carolina.  Worldwide celebrations for Arbor Day, the last Friday in April in the United States, often include the reading or singing of his poem.

As for the critics of Joyce Kilmer’s work, one might say never out of step, just sometimes out of fashion. 

Our uncle’s postcard from Vals-Les-Bains, France, a spa town before World War I

Quotes from the works of Joyce Kilmer. Published in ‘Writing New Jersey Life” blog at kathleenhelenlevey.com, June 21, 2017 Adapted text from “The Moral Quandary of Heels” All Rights Reserved © 2013 Kathleen Helen Levey

“Faith: Dr. James Still”

The New Jersey Pinelands were the source of Dr. James Still’s inspiration, where his ingenuity led him to flourish as a homeopathic physician. Known in South Jersey and the Philadelphia area as the “Black Doctor of the Pinelands,” Dr. Still, 1812-1882, became an admired healer and one of the wealthiest men in South Jersey at a time when a formal medical education was not available to him. Early Recollections and Life of James Still, his 1877 autobiography, written during evenings after he treated patients, is still in print.

“Inspiring” is often overused, but his autobiography is, in the form of hard-won wisdom shared with the utmost generosity. As a deeply religious man, Dr. Still knew the Bible well.  Though he wrote with modesty about his lack of formal education, his writing has a biblical eloquence: “I can only account for success by endeavoring always to be honest in all things, – in medical treatment and in business operations, – and in a reliance upon that Divine Being who cares for the sparrow in its flight, and who uses the weak things of the world to confound the mighty.  These principles I have endeavored to instil in the minds of my sons.”

As a child, Dr. Still felt a calling to medicine, “From that day on I did not want any knowledge save that of the healing art” and dedicated himself to it with a remarkable self-discipline, “…I would commit my life to Nature’s God, hoping all things that ended well would be well.  I formed a habit of doing anything at the time appointed for it to be done.  If I promised to do a thing, I did it.  If I had to go anywhere, I was always on time. There was nothing like present time to me, and if I commenced to do a thing, I would finish it.”

Having recognized his calling in youth, Dr. Still learned from nature and sought out other opportunities in Indian Mills, now part of Shamong Township, when formal education was not available.  He observed Native Americans’ use of medicinal herbs and apprenticed with a Caucasian doctor.  Dr. Still’s fortune came from selling his homeopathic remedies, which he invested in farmland and rental properties in Medford, New Jersey and the surrounding Pinelands area. He was generous in lending money to help others get their start in life.

Conscious of being a role model, at times in his autobiography, Dr. Still directly addresses readers:  “Rise in the morning with a cheerful spirit, and try to retain it during the day” and “Merit alone will promote you to respect.” More specifically, he encouraged, “…I would like to be an example to my sons, and all other poor young men who shall be so unfortunate as I was to have to commence the battle of life without education or pecuniary means.” Dr. Still’s son James, Jr., became the second African-American man to graduate from Harvard Medical School, doing so with honors.

In his accomplished family, James was brother to William, a Philadelphia abolitionist and author of The Underground Railroad, 1872, unprecedented as the narratives were from the point-of-view of escaped slaves. Recording the narratives provided not only records, but the means for family members, some traveling under assumed names as fugitives, to find each other. In helping others, William Still discovered their lost brother Peter, for whom he had searched for years.  William had shared in this longing with their mother after she had to leave Peter and another brother behind when she escaped from slavery.  Of his brothers’ reunion, James wrote: “He served in slavery forty-five years, and by saving and industry was enabled to buy his freedom from his master whilst living in Alabama…. He came to Philadelphia…and found his own brother clerk in the Anti-Slavery office there, and from him learned the whereabouts of his mother and brothers.”

As for Dr. Still’s own path, saving lives and alleviating the suffering of his patients, he shared, “To me it has been a source of much pleasure to know that I have been a benefactor to mankind.”

The woods pictured are behind Dr. Still’s former Medford home, considered a mansion despite his modest description. The Still family, working with the Medford Historical Society members, were instrumental in saving Dr. Still’s office.  All volunteer regularly to support its restoration through the Dr. Still Historic Office Site and Center for Education.  Updates on his family’s devotion to Dr. Still’s legacy through historic and literary projects are led by his great-great-grandnephew, who preserves the Still family history, as noted in South Jersey News.

For more information on visiting, scheduling a group tour, or supporting the restoration of Dr. Still’s medical office and education center by volunteering or donating, please visit Dr. Still Historic Office Site and Education Center and the Medford Historical Society.  Donations may also be mailed to:

Dr. Still Education Center
PO Box 362
Medford, NJ 08055

If you are visiting Medford, there are many wonderful historical sites in addition to the elegant charm from its galleries, shops, and restaurants.  At its heart you will also find a park, lively with children playing, newly dedicated to Dr. Still.

Quotes from Dr. Still’s “Early Recollections and Life of Dr. James Still”. Adapted text from “The Moral Quandary of Heels. All Rights Reserved © 2013 Kathleen Helen Levey. Published on “Writing New Jersey Life” on 6/21/17

 

 

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