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An Afternoon at the Parrish

Add comment May 13th, 2012

EST-3: Southern California in New YorkRecently I’d been thinking to myself—lamenting really—that I was not one of those graphic artists who could walk around and see art in everyday things, what they call “found art.” And I am particularly not into staring at type on the street and contributing to the genre of “found type.” I wish I were more of the sort who could look at a sign proclaiming the price of broccoli and see the art in it.

I have, of course, made no bones about my like of formal art training, unless weekly visits of Mrs. Winnamore the Art Teacher to my class at St. John the Evangelist in Brooklyn from kindergarten through at least sixth grade count. Even then I never took to drawing and painting, so it’s always with some chagrin that I talk about how book design and page composition may be my contribution to the arts.

In fact, I went through this red-faced reaction yesterday when my wife and I visited the Parrish Art Museum in Southampton yesterday. While donating at the entrance we were also asked (or simply offered on our own) about being members and my wife answered hat we were, indeed, and, in fact, were “Artist” members. At which point I stared to stroll away before the alarm went off, a finger pointed, and someone started yelling, “Can’t draw, can’t paint, doesn’t sculpt … “ over and over.

My wife, on the other hand, is a gifted photographer, has painted and done various multimedia type things in her life. She regularly exhibits in juried art shows and it sounds as if she’s got something big planned with paint and some large, interestingly shaped canvases. I, on the other hand, fish for my next book design projects.

Before we could begin strolling around the Parrish, we were asked whether we would like our own docent to give us “the tour” of the show, and decided that sounded delightful. Which, it turned out, it truly was.

A woman named Julia started by telling us the name of the show was, “EST-3: Southern California in New York.” I admit that I still don’t know the significance of “EST-3,” but I understood immediately the subtitle on the poster above, “Los Angeles Art from the Beth Rudin DeWoody Collection.” Being a college graduate and all, I can still read even though drawing, etc. … well, you know.

The first thing I thought spilled out, in fact, when she referred to the poster and I found myself uttering a sentence with the word “Bauhaus” and mentioning “that Russian,” who turned out to be the Hungarian Moholy-Nagy. The remarkable thing was that Julia immediately knew who I meant and I wasn’t feeling so embarrassed about not remembering the artist’s nationality.

Well, we moved on in the tour and I was reminded again and again that my “home study” of Jan Tschichold was a wonderful investment of time. Particularly when viewing a series of posters by an artist who’s name was prominently placed at the top of said posters and yet escapes me, was I able to discuss die neue Typographie and the influences I was seeing throughout the exhibit.

It turns out—by God!—that I am actually a designer and artist.


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