Last night my wife and I attended the opening of Gary Baseman's
exhibition, "The Door is Always Open," at the Skirball Cultural Center
in Los Angeles.
Wow.
I've been
following what he's been doing for years, having been first introduced
to his work when his was primarily doing commercial illustration for
hire, and I've been consistently amazed by what he's done over the
years.
This show "explores the influences of Baseman’s
Jewish family heritage and American popular culture on his exuberant,
boundary-defying art" and centers around his childhood home, which he recreated in the exhibit space by bringing in furniture and
furnishings from his parents' home – as well as countless family photos
and other items. The result? It's Gary Baseman's upbringing, in three
dimensions: we see the dinner table set for Shabbat, featuring
his little Magi figurines; we look at photos of his family's Passover
seders and his bar mitzvah next to paintings of his "magical gefilte fish" and other contemporary subjects; we sit on his
old velvety couch underneath a chandelier he fashioned in the shape of
his "happy idiot" snowman.
So yeah, there's a lot to see – and I highly recommend it to anyone who's able to come.
But
what I really wanted to write about was how inspiring it is to see an
artist like Gary Baseman embracing his tradition and upbringing, and
seeing it come through so strongly in his work. The characters, the
imagery, the themes and the stories all have roots in the his family
history – and the history of the Jewish people. Girl wearing tefillin? Check.
My work is, of course, heavily influenced by my Judaism, so I am particularly affected when I see someone else drawing from the same well to create work that is so unique, so beautiful, so affecting... so powerful.
The night ended with a dedication of the "house" – complete with a custom mezuzah which he designed. How's that for a pervasive pop culture art happening in La La Land? The most well-attended mezuzah hanging I've ever been to.
Mazal tov, Gary – and yasher koach.