Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Friday, November 15, 2013
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
It was 2008 when I first realized how Washington D.C. is special. I’m not talking about a new found knowledge from a textbook regarding the burning of the White House, but rather a real appreciation for the area I have grown up in. Barack Obama and John McCain were facing off for the presidential seat, and as we all know, it was impossible to hide from the race. I believe I was sitting in my living room watching television when I asked my mom about my cousins, her sister’s children, and what it’s like to live in a place that is not D.C. My uncle and aunt live in Houston, Texas, roughly 1400 miles away; and for them, not every news station discusses politics. Conversely, in D.C. during the presidential election, every news station, whether local or national, discusses politics. Every page of the Post talks about politics, from the recent debate on the front page to Michelle’s new bangs in the Style section. The District of Columbia corrupts the minds of children with an immense knowledge and tolerance for politics. So that day, watching the news, I realized that there are places in this country that are hidden from the “sharknado” that is politics.
I would imagine I’m not alone when I say that I never imagined myself working in the government. Most children and teenagers in the area are so desensitized by politics and government, that to us, working for the government seems ordinary. A few weeks ago, while I was driving downtown, I saw something that would contradict that thought. I was on 17th street near the Washington Monument when I saw scores of people who appeared to be college-aged. They were in athletic attire, so I assumed they were getting in their daily workout after a busy day on Capitol Hill. Seeing those people put into perspective the attractiveness of government jobs. There are probably thousands of college students each year who major in Political Science and pray that by summer, they have an internship with a Senator or Congressman. I guess that with the recent economic crisis, a stable government job that pays well, looks good on resumes, and places one in a vibrant city seems pretty ideal.
Now, fast-forward five years from that day in front of the television, and, guess what, I’m working in the government. Being the child of two government employees, I would never have assumed that I would be working for “the man.” And after a little less than two months, I can say that being involved in the largest and most powerful government in the world is pretty cool. I have an ID badge, I have a parking pass, and I could possibly have some clearance, although I would bet I have none because I’m an intern; but the prospect is awesome. Coming into the summer, I was completely unsure of what I would be doing. I imagined myself lounging at home and mowing lawns, but by the grace of a family friend and a few connections, “bada-bing bada-boom,” I’m at NIH.
To be honest, it is surreal. My first thought coming into NIH was that I had to find and meet Francis Collins. At the end of high school, I was required to write a senior thesis, and the subject of mine was the relationship between science and religion; and who better to aid me in my research than Collins. I distinctly remember that my adviser, after reading the rough draft, told me to add more sources because my paper was relying too heavily on Collins. So, needless to say, I was excited to come to NIH. Although I have yet to meet Dr. Collins, I have still greatly enjoyed my time here. I have the opportunity to witness first-hand what it takes to manage an art gallery, and to do it in such a different setting makes it all the more intriguing. The combination of art and health care is a road less traveled in Art History textbooks, and for that I don’t know why. Art can be one of the strongest influences in a person’s recovery, especially because it can add some color and life to an otherwise bland and intimidating hospital room.
My art experience was limited coming into NIH, but now that I have worked in an office and delved into the world of art management, I can honestly say that I look forward to each coming summer when I can continue to chip away at my art experience and become more knowledgeable of the diverse field.
Thursday, August 08, 2013
Wednesday, August 07, 2013
When I first told my parents about my internship at the National Institute of Health, they recalled how years ago, if one needed to get from Wisconsin Avenue to Old Georgetown Road, he or she could simply cut through the NIH’s campus. In the wake of the events on September 11th, that same person cannot drive through the campus. Because it is the largest research center in the world and a faction of the United States Government, the NIH has “beefed” up its security since September 11th. Large gates surrounding the campus, security guards at every entrance, and mandatory ID badges are just par for the course. One result of these changes is the lack of art exposure to the public. Before the attacks, people could come to art shows on campus and see the pieces whenever they wanted to; now, it takes multiple checkpoints to go about the same process. The NIH has done its duty in protecting the campus and its workers, but it’s a shame that the public and art had to suffer.
Despite all the security measurements at the NIH, the artwork is as strong as ever. It is impossible to walk about the Clinical Center and not stop to look at some of the wonderful pieces that have been created by local artists. One of my favorite paintings is Bridge to Georgetown by Jane McElvany Coonce. The painting puts us in the eyes of a person in Rosslyn looking across the Potomac River towards the Francis Scott Key Bridge with the gorgeous architecture of Georgetown University in the background. We see the calm waters at dawn and I can’t help but imagine rowers getting in their morning workout. I like this paiting so much because it presents a scene that is very representative of Washington D.C. and the metropolitan area as a whole. During the day D.C. can seem like the The Little Engine That Could on steroids, a city with perpetual life that never stops moving.
At dawn, however, on the Potomac with Georgetown in your sight, D.C. becomes something entirely different. If for only a short period of time, this city actually relaxes and enjoys life. Coonce’s Bridge to Georgetown shows another side to this wonderful place, one that very few people see; and that can also be said for the NIH. Although most people never step foot on this campus, there is a host of wonders going on. From the doctors curing diseases to artwork on the walls, the NIH is like Bridge to Georgetown, a beautiful scene that shows a different side to D.C.
Continuing with the theme of representation, Cicada by Andrea Way is exactly what you might guess, a silkscreen incorporating our “love” for those infernal insects. Hatching once every 17 years, the cicadas plague the D.C. area when they’re here. Everywhere you walk, drive, and sit, you hear the crunch of their tiny bodies being squished. I don’t really care for these bugs; my favorite cicada is a dead cicada. In fact, when dipped in chocolate, cicadas become quite tasty; I’m sure Andrew Zimmern on Bizarre Foods has eaten many of them in various forms.
Never mind food, back to the silkscreen. From afar Way’s piece looks like a mass of lines and colors, but up close, you realize the time and patience required in drawing well over 150 cicada wings. For a while, I thought she actually put wings on the silkscreen. Way’s level of detail is that intense and it invites the viewer to look closer. Another remarkable characteristic of each layer is that it’s transparent. Despite there being 18 layers, you can see a wing that was drawn a few layers below the surface. Like Bridge to Georgetown, Cicada contains a little part of D.C. To those who live in ciscada-less states, the silkscreen will just be a beautiful piece of art, but to those who reside in the Washington area, it brings up memories of hot summers made even worse by these insects. Way makes a very subtle reference to the District, but it’s one that I love. Not to mention, her use of yellow hues contrasting with the blues is wonderful. The NIH strives to obtain art from local artists, and it succeeds because it has found works that connect with the viewer, fulfilling the very purpose of art itself; that connection between art and viewer makes the person more appreciative of the work, and I can say that I greatly enjoy Cicada...but I still hate the bugs.
The final piece is special because it brings me back to my more youthful years. Big Red Dog by Raya Bonardchuck is a gem. This wooden sculpture is a nice change to the otherwise delicate artwork at the NIH. What’s different about Big Red Dog is that it can be touched and even played with. Every time I walk past the dog, I wish I was just a little bit smaller and had fewer responsibilities so I could spend hours pretending to ride “man’s best friend.” The dog is great because it really caters to the younger patients, but at the same time, it reminds me that there are children here stricken with life-threatening diseases. Children want to play outside and be worry-free, not sit in a hospital getting blood work. Unfortunately, there are children at the NIH who are uncertain of their future, but Bonardchuck has created the perfect distraction for these kids. I’m sure some of them are intimidated by all of the adults and annoyed by the lack of “fun” things to do. So for one of them to walk around and suddenly see a big, climbable dog, it must be relief. If for only a short period of time, the kids can be kids and forget all of their troubles. It’s very sad the situation some of the children are in, but at the same time, I’m thankful for Bonardchuck’s piece and how it can be the best therapy for the younger patients at the NIH.
Bridges, bugs, and dogs: all simple concepts that become something entirely different when added to art. Bridge to Georgetown, Ciscada, and Big Red Dog, are three pieces that I feel present deeper meanings into the area we live in and the people around us. Coonce, Way, and Bonardchuck should be commended for their artwork and the connections it makes with the employees and patients. The NIH has a world class art collection and everyone should try to make onto campus and see the works. Yes, it may take 15 extra minutes to get through security, but it is well worth the trip. I’m glad I’ve gotten the chance to be surrounded by these pieces, and I know that others will be too.
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Community of Hope and Sheila Crider
“This city has enough stuff dedicated to Marvin Gaye,” she said. “Let’s get something different.” Only a true Washingtonian would see a Marvin Gaye painting and know not to keep it because of repetition.
A few weeks ago, I had the opportunity to visit the new Community of Hope building in Ward 8. Fitzgerald Fine Arts has been hired to oversee the selection of art placed in the new building. First off, the new facility is quite large and there is a lot of wall space, an art enthusiasts dream come true. Because Community of Hope places such an emphasis on, that’s right, community, Kelly Sweeney McShane, Executive Director, thought it would be a great idea to involve the local residents in the selection of art. So as Lillian, Erica, and I arrived at the construction trailer, about ten smiling faces of men and women who had lived in the neighborhood ranging from less than five years to sixty-plus greeted us.
A PowerPoint was created with potential pieces, and after a few slides were shown, a wonderful painting of Marvin Gaye was presented. Seeing it for the first time, I thought, “that’s a wonderful piece that shows a local musician who was a great symbol of the city.” Accordingly, over that past few decades, many people have thought the same idea, as there is a day dedicated to the singer and street named after him. I never thought not to include him, but the community felt that something new was needed. Without the help of the neighborhood, we could have blindly put that painting in the collection. That meeting served as a direct reflection of Community of Hope’s goals, and it was wonderful to hear some input from those who would possibly be using the center.
Most of our visit was dedicated to the art selection, but we were able to tour the construction site afterwards. I have learned quickly that if you work for Lillian, she’s going to put you to work, and you are going to be able to visit a construction site. It is impossible not to notice the sheer scope of this project. The building is quite large and everywhere you look there is going to be an office or clinic available to the public. Community of Hope’s ambitions are high with such a large project, but it is without a doubt that the center is important and will help the inhabitants of Ward 8.
Once our meeting was over, Lillian, Kelly, Erica, and I decided to head over to Sheila Crider’s home. Sheila lives and works in Congress Heights in Southeast, making her a local Ward 8 resident and a quick drive from the new Community of Hope center. She has been approached with idea of crafting a large mobile to hang two stories in the entrance of the soon-to-be-center. Her work is abstract, yet it gives meaning; it has color, yet it is simplistic. We were welcomed into her studio and saw not only her plans for the mobile, but her other paintings. They are simply beautiful, and I feel embarrassed not having heard of Sheila before that day. She is a great artist that has the benefit of being local, giving greater meaning to her enormous mobile.
Simply put, with Sheila Crider’s help, Community of Hope will become a shining beacon in Ward 8. Each wall in the building will hang a work that the citizens can be happy about, for they helped pick it. My second construction site visit proved to be very different than my first, but seeing projects come together and rise is amazing, and to be a part of those is remarkable.
If anyone is interested in learning more about community of hope, the website is www.cohdc.org. They are still working to identify funding for the art component and use many volunteers in all their programs, including working with children who are homeless.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
When most people think about art, da Vinci and Michelangelo come to mind: painters and sculptors. Well, there is one artist who seems to be under-appreciated when it comes to fine art. Mother Nature is perhaps the best artist of all, and I was witness to that when I visited the Aquilino Cancer Center at Adventist Hospital, Shady Grove and saw the 2,200-pound boulder. I walked into the unfinished room and saw three bulky men attach straps around the behemoth and lift it with a lever. I have never seen a piece require so much maintenance before; the straps had to be in the right place so that the boulder would lift easily.
With Mother Nature’s keen eye for art, and a few sticks of dynamite, a construction team was able to isolate a piece from a quarry and send it as is to the meditation room at the soon-to-be-finished center. There are no conceived angles and lines; the boulder is going into that center as Mother Nature intended it. Stoic yet contemplative, this large piece of rock is the perfect addition to the room. Although quite large, it does not distract people. It quietly sits there hoping to inspire others and add to the overall ambiance.
Now, I am quite new to the professional art world, having been Lillian’s intern for a little over a month, and I am already seeing new things everyday. I have taken many art classes in the past, both in the creation and study of the subject, and I have to say that this enormous boulder is the first natural object that has been described to me as art. In all of my Art History books, not once did I see Victoria Falls, the Nile, or Ha Long Bay mentioned for its beauty. Nature being left out of my textbooks is like Babe Ruth being picked last to join a team. Mother Nature has been an artist for 4.5 billion years, and it’s wonderful to see Shady Grove and Lillian put a rock in the center. There is nothing to interpret; there is nothing to learn. It may just be a rock, but it is also art. Art is all around us and sometimes we choose just to see that which is carved, painted, or filmed. We live in a beautiful world and Shady Grove is creating a fantastic center that will have a piece of Mother Nature’s collection. So, to those who will be meditating, enjoy the boulder, for you will be in the presence of true art.