In the span of human history, an individual life blazes up and quickly extinguishes. A life of renown perhaps shines more brightly, leaving behind spots in the eyes, a billow of smoke, but is still transient, immaterial. By igniting a lotus blossom, symbol of spiritual awakening, pure beauty rising above murky waters, Guo-Qiang pays tribute to a fleeting life of artistic leadership and vision. Covering the museum’s f
Who hasn’t felt the distortions of time? The way a single afternoon drags on, one painful minute after the next, while a whole month flies by in a blinding flash. “Days” captures both monotony and unpredictability, repetition and endless flow. A diverse array of disembodied voices melds into moments of communal synchronicity, into a mindless, meditative chant. Time. Time. Time. Ticking by, measured and chaotic, speci
Art rarely feels so personal. Few artists walk through galleries singing softly to their creations. Few collectors share gentle hugs and familial affection with their protégées. But when the artwork currently hanging on museum walls previously kept bodies warm on cold nights, when the vibrant colors and textures used to be someone’s everyday clothing, the personal element becomes unavoidable. Although most viewers wo
Vibrant colors, intricate handiwork and stunning patterns all characterize the collection of early-20th-century Japanese kimono on display the PMA’s Perelman Building, as do historical references, shifting culture and the global exchange of ideas. The 80-some kimono reflect the final era of kimono-wearing, when the kimono still existed as a functional, everyday garment, just before the proliferation of Western wear.
If you had asked me last week about the art of 19th-century French painter Pierre-August Renoir, I would immediately have thought of picnics and dances, rosy-cheeked children and voluptuous nudes. However, after seeing “Renoir: Landscapes,” an exhibition currently on display at the Philadelphia Museum of Art, I now have a sense of the broader scope of his work and his life-long attachment to impressionist
In its venerable status as collector of all things beautiful, historic, and important in the ongoing development of art, the Philadelphia Museum of Art sits as a temple on a hill, an imposing structure protecting its treasures and inviting reverent visitors to stand in awe. If the PMA is the temple of art, the new Ruth and Raymond G. Perelman Building is, perhaps, the seminary – devoted to study, conservation, and in