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The De Young Museum (2)

So much for good intentions. I really mean to keep my prejudices in check, but when I learned many months ago that two of the major art institutions in this country, the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York and the Fine Arts Museums of San Francisco (FAMSF) of which the de Young is a part, simply swapped their White, male, European-anchored directors, I rolled my eyes. It is even weirder, given that Thomas Campbell left New York for San Francisco with his reputation under attack, his new Board of Directors undergoing major upheaval with fundraising threatened, for an institution that had worn down four directors in less than a decade, the last one lasting only 22 months, and that had no exhibitions planned beyond 6 months – a process usually stretched over years to be successful.

As so often, I should have been more open minded. Looks like Campbell is rising to these challenges and then some. Despite Covid-19 closing the museum for months on end (they just re-opened,) starving the limited endowment institution of ticket sales on which it heavily relies, he managed so far to prevent major staff lay-offs.

Having to delay major traveling exhibitions for now – a full-dress Judy Chicago retrospective that was supposed to open in May has been postponed for a year – he turned his efforts to support of the local artist community.

“In celebration of the de Young museum’s 125th anniversary, the Fine Arts Museums of San Francisco are hosting The de Young Open, a juried community art exhibition of submissions by artists who live in the nine Bay Area counties: Alameda, Contra Costa, Marin, Napa, San Francisco, San Mateo, Santa Clara, Solano, and Sonoma.

Works of art in The de Young Open are hung “salon-style,” installed edge to edge and floor to ceiling, which enables a maximum number of works to be displayed. The de Young filled the 12,000-square-foot Herbst Exhibition Galleries with 877 artworks by 762 Bay Area artists in The de Young Open.”

The work can also be sold directly without the usual commission for the museum, a major boost for the hard-hit community of artists.

Community outreach occurred not on that front alone. In June, protesters against racism had pulled down multiple statues in the park’s Music Concourse, which is flanked by the museum on one side, and the Academy of Sciences on the other. Francis Scott Key, national anthem lyric author and slave owner, came down, as did Saint Junípero Serra, founder of California missions and enslaver of Native Americans, and Ulysses S. Grant.

The statue of Key sat right under the flag bearing figure; the ferris wheel has been empty and motionless since its installment this spring.

The day after the protest, Campbell posted and later wrote to the SF major that the newly empty spaces should be filled with art derived from an annual competition and commission a work by a Bay Area artist that might respond to the challenge of, Who should we memorialize?” A conversation about what to do with sculptures of people who have blood on their hands, had already happened within the museum before the June protests took place. The civic spirit displayed by these efforts is a hopeful sign.

Robert Emmet survived the purge. An Irish nationalist and rebel leader, he is famous for his speech from the dock during his trial. I have no clue why he is memorialized in San Francisco.

I am writing about this at length not because I am particularly familiar with the museum, I am not, but because I find examples of constructive leadership important to flag. When I wandered around the Music Concourse, benches and fountains recently restored from the vandalism, I was thinking about how people who understand where the rage is coming from without condoning vandalism, and who are in positions to make choices, can really be agents of change. It is the next steps that count, after the upheaval. San Francisco seems to have gained an effective and welcome voice in the art scene and the civic realm in this regard.

Someone who doesn’t just sit it out.

The other part of FAMSF is the Legion of Honor Fine Art Museum, which is still closed. I walked by the palace yesterday afternoon, with the fog rolling into this unimaginably beautiful setting next to the Pacific,

and communed with the bored lions, Jeanne d’Arc and El Cid by Anna Hyatt Huntington. Don’t ask me how they are related to San Francisco either.

The neo-classicist building itself is impressive, a gift of Alma de Bretteville Spreckels to the city of San Francisco, after she persuaded her sugar magnate husband to build a replica for the French pavilion she had fallen in love with at the 1915 world exposition. Here is the history of the museum’s creation. I left the thinker to himself, maybe he’ll come up with further good plans for the museum world….

Music in honor of the maid of Orleans who is forever exposed to the damp fog of the region.

The De Young Museum (1)

So much for good intentions. The plan for the de Young museum building to turn – literally – bright green in color within 15 years of its construction to mirror its park surroundings did not pan out. What happened?

After the famous San Francisco art museum was damaged beyond repair in the 1989 earthquake, two star architects, Jacques Herzog and Pierre de Meuron (think Tate Modern, Great Britain) were eventually called to create something truly new. Which they did. A stunningly different – and gorgeous – construction with a physical presence that both integrates into and dominates its lush physical surrounding, with an elongated rectangle (linked smaller pavilions inside) echoing the shape of Golden Gate Park, and a high tower reminiscent of the tall trees that are the park’s hallmark.

The building’s full 293.00-square-feet facade is covered in copper panels which were supposed to develop a green patina over the years. Given the increasingly dry climate, that process is now expected to take about half a century. Instead you see a rusty brown color – the color of coconuts I thought, a thought probably suggested by the majestic Canary Island palms that flank the building. A thought that would be a mistake.

These palms are from the date palm family, a very different species than the ones carrying coconuts. They are as stately as the tower behind them. They also let the light percolate through their foliage just like the light on the museum seems to be dappled, due to the patterning of the copper skin, at times perforated, or dotted, or structured in other ways. That pattern also picks up the rough structure of the palm tree trunks. I could not think of a cleverer way to reflect the beauty and specifics of an environment in modern architecture.

To the right of the building (I came too early for the official sculpture garden on the left to be open and did not enter any building due to Covid-19 risks) is The Garden of Enchantment, displaying a strange assortment of sculptures.

Moody sphinx (Arthur Putman (ca. 1910)

join an overwrought Gustave Doré contraption, Poème de la vigne (Poem of the Vine) (1877–1878, cast in 1882). Why do his sculptures so often remind me of misshapen, marzipan-encrusted wedding cakes?

Diverse wildlife crouches in the vegetation,

lorded over by a shiny silver pirate by Peter Coffin, “Untitled (Pirate)”, 2007, (cast in 2009,) who comes in pairs – pairs of hooks, peg-legs, parrots and eye-patches,

blind to the saccharine figures in front of him, probably for the better.

According to the artist,

“I believe the spirit of San Francisco still embodies the ideas of ‘the West,’ where dreams come from, where the frontier expands to the ocean, etc. That sense … is closely tied to its unwillingness to be restricted, its history of resistance and its fight for freedom against authoritarianism.”The pirate should stand “strong as a timeless hero or anti-hero here to defy authority and the status quo, he lives apart from the conventions of bourgeois society and breaks the rules to make new ones.”

Funny, that in Gardens of Enchantments those very conventions always prevail, with empty promises of happy endings….

Has me scratching my head as well….

Arthur Putnam, Cave Man (1910)

More on the museum and its surrounds tomorrow.

For music today I chose a group that has performed at the de Young in the past with a piece that matches the energy of the building.